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

directly.

He stared at the lower rail of the fence. He unclenched his hands and turned his palms upward on his thighs. He dropped his shoulders, then took a long breath and released it slowly enough for the horse to hear.

Cinder blew hard. His hooves scraped once against the sand.

“Nobody’s coming at you,” Jonah said quietly.

The words were not for the continue reading …