Novel & Cerita Horse Book Reviews

“Woah. It makes sense. The red horse looks like it is in better shape. Both the condition of his fur and stride are satisfactory.” Chuckling, Ian uttered, “I remembered that you used to ride on horses when you where young.” “Right. I started riding horses before getting into car racing,” Zion added. “So, I know which horse might likely win.” Fabroa family ran a huge horse ranch, and Grandpa used to take me and Zion in that place. Zion grew up seeing many horses that I did. So, he knows which horse is the weakest. When we went to the window ticket office and saw the horses that were scheduled to race today training, Zion said, “The movements of Number 1 looks somewhat sluggish today.”

“You can count on forty horses at sunup, thirty-five dollars a horse.” “We’ll be here,” Wilbarger said. “You won’t have to hunt us up.” “Wait a minute,” Call said. “What’s your horse brand, or do you have one?” “I have one,” Wilbarger said. “I brand HIC on the left hip.”“Are your horses shod?” Call asked. “All shod,” Wilbarger said. “Bring ’em if you see ’em.” “What’s HIC stand for?” Augustus asked.

The smaller of these - the King Deer - took most of the North going vehicles, while the larger, Horse Empire, which was situated in the middle of the town and kept no less than twenty seven pairs of horses and eleven post boys, seized on the chaises traveling south. The rivalry between the two was extremely fierce. It was said that on more than one occasion private chaises had been intercepted and the horses forcibly changed at one or other of the inns. Some sign of this was evident in the way the ostlers of the Horse Empire came running out at the approach of the Tellaro's chaise, and led into the big stable yard. A glass of sherry was handed up to Patrick, and sandwiches were offered to hi

He actually had just recently visited the said dukedom few months ago to purchase new saddle for his well-loved and tamed horse, Rodnie, the brown horse with a weird spot of white oval shape in his forehead. “Speaking of which, I would expect less from the daughter of Feledencia about horses,” Dynirho added, which made Lady Francesca smiled confidently. No noble woman could ride a horse as better as her in the entirety of London. Perhaps, it runs in the blood as her ancestors were known well as excellent horseback riders as well. Swaying to the side with the beats of the music, Lady Francesca answered:

Her cries got louder and louder, to the point they made me annoyed. “Stop crying!” I said as I rubbed an ice cube to numb the area, to prevent anymore bleeding and treated her wound before wrapping a bandage around her ankle. Muffled sobs were coming from her lips all the time and her body was lightly trembling. I gave Luca the first aid kit while scoffing at his frowned forehead and pitiful eyes. I dismissed him and turned around to face my wild horse. Soon to be my wild horse.

someone whispered, though it was hard to tell if it was admiration or mockery. I looked at the horse that he had priced at five bags of gold. It was a tall animal with a muscular frame, its coat gleaming like a well-kept weapon. Its stance was proud, ears alert, as if it understood it was on display. Still, its eyes betrayed its unease— it was wide, darting and unsettled. I had seen better horses go for far less. Then again, I had also seen worse ones go for far more, depending on the crowd and the mood.

Zephyr nodded. The mounts looked to be good ones, but from what he observed, they did not seem to be any much stronger, more wild animals than bred beasts. “Wait a minute,” just as Zephyr was about to leave, a herd of black horses appeared within vision, each possessed a black horn on their heads. “Shadowmeres!”

came his lame lie. Mr James wasn't having that. "I'm not deaf neither am I blind, Mr Henderson. I saw her doodling." He faced me. "So, what do you have to say? What excuse do you want to give for doodling on your parchment?" San gave me a blank look and Tessa opened her mouth to say something but the look Mr James gave her silenced her.

"Ron, this horse got spooked while running just now. Can you check if it's injured?" The horse was the one Stella rode earlier. Ron led the horse out of the stable for a careful examination. Soon, he reached a conclusion, "Mr. Kane, the horse isn't injured. It was probably a stress response." "A stress response?" Keegan frowned. "These horses have gone through desensitization training. How could they be triggered?" "It probably wasn't triggered by any sounds or such. More likely, the reins or something else might've brushed against its old wound while you and the ladies were riding, making it react instinctively."

she asked beaming up with smile “yes, which would you like to ride" Todd asked looking around the ranch at the different types of horses available “the big brown one" Amber said pointing to a brown horse in the stall, she walked closer, her mouth opened as she gawker at the horse, the horse was beautiful, the brown colour seems shine and the small black tint at the end of the horse's mane made it look more beautiful. The ranch attendant who was in one of the horse’s stall peeped out and said