Half Broke Horses Novels & Stories

Chapter 175: New Student "Oh, for fuck's sake," Anna muttered under her breath as she jerked the cinch tightly around the tall red roan she was saddling. "Everything okay?" Her brother Ross was leading a small odd colored pinto out of the barn. Anna squeezed her eyes shut, as though that would erase the image of Angus McGregor in all his glory that was burned into her consciousness like a cattle brand. "Yeah, the stupid horse won't stand still," she lied.

But unlike him, the horse smelled better. He sat behind me and pulled the strings of the horse. I have no choice but to clench his forearms due to the sudden movement. The horse ran like lightning. This is not the first time I have ridden a horse, but that was very slow compared to this pace. The horse turned several times on the tents, which caused chaos to the people. They are going out of our horse's way, but it resulted in the destruction of some tents. Rose petals and bubbles scattered on the road. Good thing, the horse seems like it doesn’t bother and find this thrilling. I looked back and saw River behind us; he is riding the other horse. Behind him are the knights who are chasing us.

part if the other carriage causes harm. I haven't ridden a horse much before, so I killed it. All of it, the carriage almost tilted to the side of the road. Well, I used some magic to make the carriage stand on the ground perfectly. Furthermore, I think I should go, the person in the other car will make a fuss.

The sudden loss of weight from the tumbling grumpackers helped the horse move faster, so radically faster, in fact, that it took me a moment of concentration, holding on to the jarring reins and steadying us through the increased speed before I could glance back and check on Farrow and Indy. Both of them continued to clutch the sides of the wagon as the back gate flapped madly at the opening of the now empty cart. Further back, horses tripped and tumbled, falling among the bobbing, scattering grumpackers on the road. When the frightened animals leaped back to their feet again, they were riderless as they darted into the woods to seek safety. “Yes!” Farrow cried, fisting his hand into the air

He placed his hands on my shoulders and said "You have to be strong, you have to stay alive just like you promised your mother." We have to... "Get behind me," Willow said as if he sensed danger He looked around but didn't see anything. "Hurry, get on the horse now," he said Quickly, I hurried and got on the horse and he joined me on the same horse Hahhh!!! We rode off into the woods. Suddenly our horse stop and refused to move any further. And was just turning around. Willow calmed the horse down and came down.

He had fallen for me! The tears spilling down my cheeks were hot and relentless as the weight of it crushed me. My heart thudded erratically as the realization hit me harder than I expected. But then, I stopped abruptly, my breath hitching as I took in the horrifying scene before me. My stomach twisted violently over the gruesome sight. The yard was littered with the lifeless bodies of eleven horses. Their once majestic forms were crumpled on the ground, their glossy coats full under the pale moonlight. There was no blood left in them; they were drained entirely.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Katherine's laughter danced in the air, a delightful sound carried by the gentle breeze as Zayn shared the tale of his first horseback riding adventure. It was a story filled with youthful bravado and a runaway horse, depicting young Zayn being dragged upside down, his leg stuck in the stirrup, until a timely rescue saved him from what could've been an incredibly embarrassing (or even tragic) ending.

“That is one nice attribute of yours.” I rolled my eyes and began walking past him in hopes of getting this over with. I heard him follow behind, once in the stables, Hans the stable boy, had two horses ready. Isabella a chestnut mare, and there was a black stallion, which must have been his.

Iron-shod hooves trampled straight over him. The second syringe was in Elias's left hand. That hand was shaking now, blood from his torn web streaming down his wrist and dripping onto his knee. But he swapped the syringe to his right hand, braced his right wrist with his left to steady the tremor, and threw. The second horse took the needle to the jugular. Five seconds. Down. The third and fourth horses tripped over the two fallen animals ahead of them. Legs tangled. Both riders crashed to the ground. The horses behind reared and wrenched sideways, a chaos of screaming animals and clashing metal.

A dead carousel hunched ahead, half its platform swallowed by the tide. Horses hung frozen in mid‑rear, poles skewed at wrong angles, paint peeling in ragged curls. A few of them were missing chunks of their faces, bare wood showing through like exposed bone. The mirrors set into the central column were cracked and blackened, reflecting nothing but warped streaks of light. The calliope music echoed here, thinner, as if bouncing off too many broken surfaces. Grant called a halt with a low, “We breathe here. Two minutes. No more.”