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

rail, murmuring as word traveled faster than any announcement.

Jonah pushed into the mouth of the alley.

The footing was worse there, deep with sand and shredded bark. His wheels sank. His arms shook. Each push pulled at his shoulders until pain flared up the sides of his neck. He kept his eyes on the open circle of the round pen ahead.

Someone in the continue reading …