Anthony's horse had slowly reduced its pace to a comfortable trot after they left the canyon and crossed into the other side, closer to where people inhabited. He soon came to a plain with endless grasslands and there were lots of sheep on pasture. But there was no one looking after them.
Anthony got down from his horse, and patted it.
"Hector, wait here for me." He muttered and caressed its back.
The horse reciprocated by gently nudging his chest with its nose. Anthony quickly ran to the highest point of the plain and shouted in excitement, spreading his arms as the warm air fell against his face.
"How beautiful! This place looks so beautiful, like paradise. The flower patches around here are very beautiful: buttercups, daisies, wild indigo, prairie clovers, and of course, these beautiful grasses. There are even streams here. Wow! Ah, so beautiful." He muttered standing at the edge of the cliff.
