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

blurred when Cinder stepped into the round pen. The sound caught a  child asking a question, a man muttering about liability, and then the strange hush that followed when the mustang lowered his head beside Jonah’s chair.

People sent it to each other with short messages.

Look at this.

That’s Walt Mercer’s black horse.

Is that kid handling him from a chair?continue reading …