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

dangerous. He could not get away if Cinder came through the panels or if a gate failed. He was not a trainer anymore. He was not anything he used to be.

Instead, he unlocked his brakes.

Caroline, who had been standing quietly by the feed shed, took one step forward. Jonah heard her but did not turn.

“I’m not going in,” he said.

“I know,” she replied, though continue reading …