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

while the black mustang chose the still point at the center of the ring.

Walt stood at the gate with one hand on the latch and his eyes fixed on the horse.

Caroline stood beside him, crying without covering her face.

Jonah reached no farther than Cinder had allowed. His fingers moved only an inch, enough to rest against the air near the horse’s cheek continue reading …