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

and see a problem to dominate. You looked at him and saw a question.”

“A question?”

“How much choice does he need before he can stop fighting?” Walt said. “That’s the whole thing, Jonah. That’s the piece people forget when they get proud of their ropes.”

Cinder lowered his head to nose through the hay, blowing dust aside.

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