Lizzie led Beauty out to a a beautiful clear trail, leading to the river. She mounted Beauty. Beauty bucked in surprise. Lizzie nearly flew off, and lost her reins. She gripped Beauty's neck tightly as she bolted towards the river. Lizzie opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly Beauty skidded to a stop. Lizzie flew off backwards, landing on her back. She got up, and felt a jolt of pain, but still ran towards Beauty. Panting and in pain, she found the filly. Beauty whirreled around, startled by the twigs snapping and leaves crunching. Lizzie froze, waiting until the perfect moment. Just as the filly bent her head down to eat, Lizzie ran for the reins. Beauty threw her head and bolted. "That's the last I'll see of her," Lizzie thought. She watched Beauty gallop towards a small herd of horses. The stallion greeted her. "Beauty! Wait!" Beauty stopped and turned around. Lizzie came up to Beauty and took off her saddle and bridle. "Go, on, girl." Lizzie said.