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

nearly a minute, nothing moved.

Then Cinder appeared at the far end.

The mustang stepped out of the holding pen with his head high, every muscle ready to reverse. He entered the alley, stopped, backed half a step, then surged forward as if the decision had startled him. When he reached the round pen, he froze in the open light.

Jonah did not look at him continue reading …