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Kansas was silent, listening to the two of them discuss the little colt that stood serenely in the box of the corral. He watched his son's face and was filled with happiness to see the glint of joy and excitement in his eyes. There were many things to do with horses, and he was sure Silvano would have plenty of fun figuring out what he wanted for himself and the colt.
Silvano gave his first idea for the colt's name, and after Liliana had given her approval, Kansas looked over at the boy and smiled. Great name, he commented softly. It was very creative, but there was the possibility that the small horse would earn another name, which Kansas was sure would be equally creative.
Their visit was winding down, and Liliana offered to escort them home. Oh, wait, here... before we go... Kansas opened his satchel and removed a large, hardcover book full of glossy pages. He brushed the cover of the horse book off and passed it over to the woman. Not much, but it's all I could think to bring you. It eh, has some tips about horses, and pictures... His shoulders rolled into a shrug. Now that he had given her the book, it was time for Silvano and him to go home. Thank you for your help, he spoke with gratitude.