Half Broke Horses Novels & Stories

“I think it’s broken, she must have gotten into a fight again.” “She always does,” Ira laughed. “I should sell her already, she is causing a lot of trouble for the other animals” On one side of the large barn was a small stall where they kept the horses, the pigs had a small pen at the end of the barn filled with mud but the goats and the sheep were allowed to roam free. The goat Emilia was holding was the rascal of the herd with many injuries and half a left ear.

No man wants to feel belittled by a woman who ranked first in on of the toughest programs made for warriors. "Your Majesty, let's rest a moment. These horses aren't built for such terrain, and at long intervals." Marquise called out over the thunder of hooves. He drew away my attention from my inner turmoil, and towards the horses who where panting so feverently, I thought they would collapse. I huffed in annoyance, but agreed. It would be wise to rest them while we could. There is no good use in a dead horse.

The damn creature was much more faster on sand than our horses. As for me, I rode my horse faster than ever, I couldn't think straight, What kind of demonic creature is this? But before I could get far, Another giant lizard popped out right in front of me knocking me and my horse with its tail.. The impact send us fling here in the air, my horse fell down and broke it's neck and I fell on my shoulder dislocating it.. I was hurt all over that I couldn't move.. I soon passed out after that.

Horatia stared at Lucien's riderless horse as it galloped around the side of the house and found its way back to the stables. Even as fast as it was moving, it seemed to be favoring its left foreleg. The reins hung limply in front of it.

Past carts filled with weapons. I jerked in his hold and slapped at his arm that held me still to his chest. Ahead of us, I sighted everyone with bags and beside them were six horses. Three of them were black, one was chest nut, one was white and I recognized Asterix, Zephyros's arrogant horse. I scowled at the beast when we finally reached them, remembering how well he treated me. In reply, he whined. Zephyros dropped me roughly but I still landed on my feet. Ha!

It was as restless as its master. The huge black horse rose on its hind legs, rearing its fore legs in the air, a trembling neigh coming from the large animal. The action caused the squire to fall on his back with a thud. The horse neighed and continued to rear on its hind legs, moving rather unsteadily. The poor squire who was barely a decade and 4 years old was in danger of being crushed under its big hooves.

Then I was made aware that the broken glass wasn’t intentional, Jenny’s face said it all. I shot him a sidelong glance. "Not that, not now. Look- !" But It was too late. I couldn't help but tense, bracing myself for the impending chaos. The horse stumbled like he was trained, and suddenly, the ground beneath us became a mosaic of treacherous shards. Broken glass – the pièce de résistance in our medieval spectacle. Panic surged through me as I gripped the reins, desperately trying to maintain a semblance of control. Who could have done this?

Lucas set Luna down as they arrived at an old barn they stumbled upon during the heavy rain. He looked up at the raindrops falling from the dark sky that now covered them. Luna, on the other hand, glanced around the spacious yet aged barn. She noticed bundles of hay piled in corners and scattered in the center. Some areas were even flooded due to the fragile roof, but at least they didn't have to take shelter under a tree. "Lucas," Luna said, tugging at the jacket he wore, finally capturing his attention.

**** When they were done swimming, Nathan suggested that they unhitch the horses from the cart and go for a ride, and as relaxed as she was, Crystal thought that it was a novel idea - and so it was that they were coming over a hill when Christine spotted them. Nathan was riding a black horse, which was his special riding horse. It had black fur with a white marking on the forehead, making it look noble and elegant. Crystal was riding the brown horse, Zeus, which was Christine’s special horse, and when she saw the other woman riding her horse, her ire began to rise. She brought her hand to her mouth and whistled.

“Not even close.” Iris was still passed out on the back of a horse she shared with Syrana, Kye, and Xanth were made to share a horse, and the other three Khione warriors had to be split as well, two shared a horse while one was paired with an Erstonian warrior who was not so thrilled about sharing his horse with a captured potential slave.