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

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crowd. They were barely for the horse. They were a thread laid gently across the distance between them.

Cinder moved along the perimeter, stiff and uncertain, keeping his body angled away from the people above him. Then his inside ear flicked toward Jonah. He slowed. His head lowered a few inches.

Jonah waited.

The  horse turned inward.

He crossed the continue reading …

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