The crowd thought the boy in the wheelchair was helpless-until the wild mustang lowered his head to his boots

Cinder stood over the boy in the chair and let the fight drain out of him.

For several seconds, no one made a sound.

Then applause rose from the lower bleachers. It started uncertainly, as if people were afraid noise might break whatever they had just witnessed. But it spread, climbing row by row until the  metal roof caught it and threw it back down continue reading …