Novel & Cerita Bojack Horseman Oc

"This is the stable owned by Mr. Redwood. Most of them fight races.” “Wow!” I was amazed to approach a horse. It's a very shiny black color. “That's Steve. One of Mr. Redwood’s favorite horses. Usually that's what he uses every time he goes for a walk here or if he just wants to practice." Lora explained while eating the chocolate that came from me. I nodded then walked again. A few were looking at me. I smiled at them and they did the same. Only Lora frowned. "The color is beautiful..." I whispered when I saw the white horse. It's quite small compared to Steve. I went even closer to pet it and it was funny that it didn't even fight back or anything. The white horse is kind.

"Can I come with you? I'll ride Shrek." Shrek was the horse he used to ride when they tour him and Cristel around the hacienda. The horse was tame and easy to maneuver unlike Thunder Storm and Cyclone who only follows their master- Alec. Funny because the horse seems to like Joachin too because they never experienced such behavioural problems of the stallion when he being ridden by Joachin. "So what now? Can I come with you?" Joachin insisted.

Five Years Later “Go, Dom!!!” Nine-year-old Trevor Calisto was cheering on his cousin from the fences as the boy broke into a gentle canter on his horse. Both their fathers were in the corral coaching him along the little ride. He chose the 8month old Friesian Colt a day ago when his father Killian told him it was time to get his own horse. Vincent bred top of the line horses, and the Friesian breeds he bred strictly for family. The colt was black as night with a calm demeanor matching his new master's attitude. The two boys were excited. Now they can both ride together around the ranch.

I took my usual black stallion, though he was more difficult than I would normally allow near an inexperienced rider. Ofelia stood beside the fence, eyeing the horses with clear distrust. “They’re enormous.” “They’re horses,” I said. “They looked smaller from the house.” Thomas brought forward a chestnut mare with a white stripe down her face. “This is Willow,” he said. “Very gentle.” Ofelia stayed where she was. “She knows I’m afraid.” “Horses can sense nervousness,” I said. “That is not comforting.” I walked toward Willow and ran a hand along her neck. The mare remained calm.

A wooden cabin was built next to the lake. I could see some light leaking from the gaps in its door. I saw a dark horse wandering about around the cabin. I recognized that it was Lucas' horse. "Oh, Torrent. Not again," Blanco snorted. "He's got only half an inch of wisdom and loads of ego all the way up to his fat ass." "Hey, skinny. Glad to meet ya. You look so tired. Have you been resting well these days?" Torrent greeted Blanco, nodding his head. Zackery jumped off the horse and walked towards the door, holding me in his arms.

Rodrigo nodded at the caretaker stationed outside and opened the stall door. A tall, pitch-black horse with a white patch shaped like a star on his forehead neighed, bobbing his head when he recognized Rodrigo. The horse was huge, but he was also one of the most beautiful horses she’d ever seen. She waited at the door as Rodrigo stroked his muzzle, from his forehead to his nose, whispering words of encouragement to him. The horse dug his forehead into Rodrigo’s hand as if enjoying the attention. “He’s gorgeous,” Jade remarked. “Come in.” He dropped his hand from the horse. “Xerxes won’t hurt you.”

Noah patted the Appaloosa through the stall gate. “He looks so pleased!” Hope clutched her hands together over her heart. “I think he looks oblivious to the whole thing,” Rebel commented. Ollie’s large johnson eyes stared unfocused into the distance as he chewed a piece of straw caught in his mouth. It appeared that prior to the ceremony, he’d been rustling around in his stall. The horse looked as if he had as much intellect as a cow chewing its cud, and any rancher with half a brain would say cows were dumber than…

We both laughed and I saw Marie sneak a little smile at the remark. “Oh, yea! We just can’t understand them. Wouldn’t that be cool? Quabbles scared the living daylights out of me when I found her.” Marie flinched and turned around to face Gabe. “Gabe! Enough of Quabbles! Goodness you’re impossible!” We both giggled and then I turned to my horse. He was a beautiful black and white horse. His mane was silky black like Gabe’s hair and his body was white with black spots.

Sam stuck her tongue out at Dani as she continued grooming Bourbon, “What’s the worse thing that could happen?” Kevin shook his head and gave Dani a knowing look as he turned and started back to the porch. “That’s what I’m afraid of” he murmured. He sat on the porch, leaning back in one of the rocking chairs as he watched the girls going through their routine. Kevin watched the girls finish their horses, load them into the trailer, along with two others, a black leopard Appaloosa named Harley Quinn and a blue roan Quarter Horse named Rebel. Sam ran up to the porch, and hugged her father closely kissing his cheek before she stood up.

"She's an old friend of mine. Her name is Becca. Rebecca Jones, actually. Do you know her?" I frowned. Rebecca Jones? I shook my head. "No. Never heard of her. Ask someone else." Realizing I sounded too harsh, I played for light humour. "Because everyone knows everyone's business here." His mouth tightened and his black eyes glittered with anger. "Sure. Thanks." With that he walked away. A black car stopped on the sidewalk next to me and I shivered. Damn! It was cold. I saw my mom in the drivers seat and my spirits lifted. I gave her a smile and she gestured I should get in.