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

person with two good legs stayed behind the fence.”

“That was stupid.”

“Probably.” Walt’s mouth twitched. “Still doesn’t make it meaningless.”

For a while, neither of them spoke. Cinder picked at the hay, chewing fast, then lifting his head every few seconds to check where they were. The rising sun struck continue reading …