Golden CloudPalomino Of Sunset Hill Author:Leland Silliman Orrin stood at the open gate to the pasture, watching the beautiful foal kick her heels about, when he decided on a name for her. "Just like a little golden cloud," he murmured to himself, as he watched the filly drift effortlessly over the turf. "That's what I'll call her," and he repeated the word, softly, "Golden Cloud".