"It's the paint," Bailey whispered to Cheyenne. "He is so beautiful," Cheyenne gasped. Bailey slapped her hand over Cheyenne's mouth. "Shut up," she growled. Cheyenne didn't say anything. Bailey got off of her stomach and slowly walked toward the paint horse. She was 5 feet from it when her little brother yelled at her. "Bails! Time for dinner!" The paint galloped away and Bailey slapped her hand at her face. "Crapo," she muttered as she walked back to her house with Cheyenne.