Half Broke Horses Novels & Stories

 ~CASSANDRA~ I was dragged by the horse of those mentally ill people. What kind of men treat a lady like this? I will make sure they go in for making me go through this. My wrist was hurting so badly because the rope was tightly tied, I'm already weak from walking and it's night fall already. They were moving slowly, I mean the horses.... well they are the ones that control the horses. I can feel my wrist on fire, it's hurting badly and my legs swollen from walking.

Panicking,I searched my suitcase frantically for my keys,what could be wrong with my girls. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Hope you enjoyed it 🙊🙊🙊as much as I did. And aren't those twins just cuuutee Please vote and comment!!!!!! Chereo❤❤💖✌

Kit scooted back a bit in her chair and resumed her grip on the armrests deciding she may actually fool onlookers into thinking she was calm if her white knuckles weren’t on display along the fence railing. Her prediction was right, and once readied, a signal was given, and both horses went flying down the lane at full speed. Landon’s stallion seemed to recognize the seriousness of the situation and didn’t throw his head this time. Gavin’s aim looked true, but Landon hit harder, and when the collision occurred, it was enough to send Gavin off of the back end of his horse. Shards of Landon’s broken lance went up in the air and rained down on his opponent as he brought his horse to a stop to a

I can see the shadows of large carriages, hanging baskets and are those–horses? “This dome is called Cassé–simply because everything in here is broken–broken like me.” His words floated and echoed in the dark room, the resounding hurt making me scrutinize him, quite curious as to why he is saying this things. I squinted my eyes, trying to make out the things with the little light provided from the little punctures of the dome’s ceiling –there are faces on the carriages and the horses appears to be fake. I touched one of it out of pure curiousity and was surprised when it twinkled and started moving.

I grin ridiculously. Smiling, I grab my old vintage canon and click a few pictures. The horses are both brown, except one has a white patch on the back and neck. I saunter along the fence, nearing them, slowly, as though afraid to startle them. Now this is what I call having fun.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

I can’t imagine how long he was allowed to sleep before the stable master or one of his friends came looking for him. Silently, he produces a length of leather from his pocket. No, two lengths. Empty tunnels of leather that once held something thick and stiff–sliced down the middle. “This is the harness on the horse that broke away first,” he says. “Someone cut it,” I say slowly. “And one of the wheels.” A thundercloud gathers on his brow, making him look like a warrior-priest of old under the veil. “It would have been easy to spook the horses intentionally.”

“What have I done to Georgia?” The city beyond the window sparked with lightning, and for the first time in my life, I felt truly alone. Henry has found the plot and a devastating secret about his roots. He understands the depth of his betrayal of Georgia.

Good! I will continue languishing on my sleeping mat until the day breaks in and the darkness is completely gone. Time flew by fast. A new day has just begun. We had a stop-over on the road for breakfast and a toilet break. Afterward, we resumed our journey. Alpha Declan was riding his horse, a magnificent black stallion. I can’t stop myself from looking at him and admiring how they look together. Such a formidable force combined into one. I’m completely mesmerized by their tandem.

Two horses with helmeted men wearing padding are barreling towards each other with jousting sticks. Each rider is carrying a dented shield in front of them. Both riders hit their marks with a loud BANG and the sound of wood splintering. One rider was knocked off his horse, lying on the ground for a moment before attempting to stand. Good thing he was wearing a lot of padding! The other man walks his horse over to the downed rider. I cannot hear the conversation, but it seems as if the victor was concerned about the man's well-being.