Horse Book Reviews Novels & Stories

she scribbled on her board. Cole rolled his eyes. "The kids named him. Once a month, I host a non-profit organization that puts special-needs kids on horses. About a year ago, I got this little brown horse from a rescue group, and when the kids saw him, they decided he was Taco." Jenny reached out and petted Taco as he followed Layla out to the pasture. In the next stall was a huge black horse which shook its head and danced sideways as Cole and Jenny approached. "This is my boy Apollo." Cole smiled proudly. "He's pure Arabian. My one extravagant purchase."

It was an ancient Arapaho tradition, passed down through Jeremy's great-grandfather, who had fostered a deep respect for the Arapaho people and their unique approach to breaking in horses without breaking their spirits. With each nudge of the reins and every shift of their weight, Alexandra felt a profound connection with the horse beneath her. The rhythm of their movements echoed the heartbeat of the land, and she understood the significance of this bond between human and animal. It was a testament to the enduring relationship between Jeremy's family and the Arapaho, a relationship built on mutual respect and understanding.

"That's a rather foolish question. Just because others missed it doesn't mean I had to miss it too." "You…" Harvey choked on his words. Bernard sneered. "So, you're suggesting you have better judgment than Mr. Thatcher?" "Those are your words, not mine," Andrew responded flatly. "Enough!" Mark's commanding voice silenced Bernard and Harvey immediately. "Dr. Lloyd, please explain how you spotted the horse's condition," Mark asked with genuine interest. "The horse was anxiously stomping its hoof before the race, and anyone paying close attention could have noticed. But mainly, as a doctor, I'm trained to spot signs of illness or discomfort in humans. The same principle applies to identifying i

I felt worried that something might go wrong if I even did anything extra. Not later than five minutes, Barkov arrived. Queen — my horse with skin the color of coal — slowly appeared. She was tall, but easily the fastest horse I've had the chance of riding. I bought her years ago — a black Arabian horse great at both speed and endurance. “We’ll need to move fast,” I said, placing a hand on Queen’s neck before climbing onto her back. “Where is the guy Jorah gave us?” I looked around, and my gaze finally locked on him.

There were horses that ran freely with long, shiny manes—two red and one midnight black. “Yeah.” “What are their names?” “Tennessee, the black one. Dutch Warmblood. Alaska is Akhal-Teke, and Cascade, the long-haired Arabian horse.” “They are beautiful.” “But high maintenance than me.” He chuckled. We sat on the couch, facing the beautiful view. I couldn’t help but sigh, grateful for how my contract marriage gave me peace of mind. “You okay?” He looked at me. I nodded, unable to form a word. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. Then he planted a kiss on top of my head, and then we watched the view in silence.

"Don't worry about that. It is proven that horses are a good emotional therapy. The presence of a strong emotion, although the human may not be aware of it, for the horse, means that there is a danger, therefore, he will try to escape. But, if the person is calm, calm and present, the animal will seek contact from him. Hence, the individual who works with this animal must learn to manage his emotions and leave his mind blank." "Okay," I reply. “Call me if you have a problem with the horse.” When Edel leaves the office, Hans sits down in the chair. “It's amazing how much things change when I'm not around,” says Hans with a smirk on his face. “Magda already told me everything. Did you seriousl

I look at him. "She is beautiful. Honestly, if you put a horn on this horse she could pass as a unicorn", I slowly stroke her body, she is perfect. "She is an Andalusian horse, Jaguar is a Friesian horse and fish, well fish is a fish" I laugh shaking my head, he is far from a fish, and Jaguar is beautiful and black, he reminds me of the story black beauty. "Okay Fish is a Knabstrupper, I had hoped MJ would look at the spots and call him Dalmatian, spot, but no he got fish" I laugh, the horse is unusual I have never seen a horse with spots.

When the horse race was over and it was clear that I had lost, I approached Harold who was celebrating his victory. "I told you that Harry Potter would always be the champion," he said with a cocky laugh. "But don't be discouraged, sir, if you keep practicing, your instincts will eventually tell you which horse is the favorite to bring you victory." I laughed. "I don't think I'll bet on horses anymore. It's not very interesting. It's monotonous and too risky. Cars are still better." "You bet on car races?" Harold asked interestedly. "Yes. In car races, everything can be calculated accurately and the stakes are also bigger and not just money," I winked.

Yet, a nagging doubt gnawed at my gut, serving as a constant reminder of the risk I had undertaken. I needed a distraction, something to calm my nerves and ease my mind. I decided to go for a ride on my horse, Zion, my loyal and faithful companion. He was a magnificent stallion, with a glossy black coat and a fiery spirit. He always sensed my mood and matched it with his own, whether it was playful, adventurous, or serene.

By now, Kimberly, Sheryl, and Ertan were already at the racetrack. Kimberly has put on the safety gear to ride the horse. She was pulling a big brown horse with black, bushy horsehair. The horse's name was Shetland, and it came from Arabia. Arabian horses are one of the oldest horse breeds. As the name implies, this horse comes from the Arabian Peninsula. Its height is 145–155 cm, with a weight of 360–450 kg. The color varies from black to white to brown to gray.