"She is lovely." César gives a different whistle than the one he uses to call the cows. "Good thing you won't have to."

A stocky blood bay mare comes into sight immediately from where she had been standing behind and under a tree. Her hair and mane are black, her brown eyes bright, her trot energetic. She doesn't hesitate to come up to and pop her head over the fence, immediately bumping César's shoulder with her nose.

César laughs and runs a hand along her shoulder as she pushes him slightly, dropping his voice low and gentle. "I know, I know... you've been all alone with the cows for over a half hour. I missed you too, girl."