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

Let him come up with the answer on his own.” He tipped his head toward the holding pens. “That horse has put two grown men on the fence since Tuesday.”

Jonah stared at the dust on his boots, the same dust Cinder had blown across them. “Maybe he was tired.”

“He was tired yesterday. Nearly went through a panel anyway.”

The words hung there, plain and stubborn.continue reading …