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

but Jonah heard the panic under it. “If he misses his slot, he’s done here.”

Walt did not answer immediately. He looked at Cinder, then at the chute, then at Jonah.

Caroline saw the look, too.

“No,” she said.

Jonah’s hands were already on his rims.

Caroline stepped in front of him, blocking the path with her body. “No. Jonah, listen to me. That  horse continue reading …