Horse Book Summary Novels & Stories

I press my forehead against the horse's warm body, hesitating to mount. Being a former White, there are so many things I can do—things that were added to all the White children’s curriculum—and horse riding is one of them. But since it’s Saturn’s hobby, and I’ve watched the girl ride so many times, I can’t help being reminded about her. “We’re back here again, hoppy,” I mumble while gently hitting my head against the horse. Hoppy is Saturn’s horse, and this one looks close to Hoppy. The loud hoot of an owl scares me; causes me to whip my head toward the woods, nervous eyes scanning the trees.

He had been moving on the hilly route with ease and although he needed to catch up with his troop, he was certain of his possibility of catching up with them. He kicked the sides of his horse to generate more speed to run past whatever made the sounds he had heard. He still heard his stomach growl in protest of not being fed; he was left jealous as his horse reminded him of the fuel generated from eating as it powered up the speed it ran with. Whoosh! A whistling sound of force-fuelled hoofs projected by the flash movements, crunching sounds of breaking twigs, and the distance covered in seconds were testament to the incredible speed and ground-covering that Doctor Haishi’s horse left in its

"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."

And Mane’s father, Ray, always boasted about how he had won his mother, Alexis’s heart and made her his girlfriend when they were only teens. Mane turned his attention to the carriage that the Thrasher was responsible for guarding. It was a luxuriously decorated carriage. It was a large white carriage with gold ingots adorning the door. The horses that pulled the carriage were large and strong. They were called Gold Hoofed Horses due to the yellow color of their hooves. They were expensive and difficult to come by. But they weren’t as rare or as strong as Red Maned Horses. So if Red Maned Horses and Gold Hoofed Horses were up for sale, the Red Maned Horse would undoubtedly be sold for a much

I gave him a quizzical look “Trust me, baby girl, this is something you would not have suspected, something you’ve missed, and it’s something you recently experienced and I want to give it back to you.” Feeling slightly confused but having a small guess at what this could be I open it up. When I pull out the thing inside, the first thing I see is a picture of a chestnut-colored Carolina Marsh Tacky horse. Underneath the picture is everything you need for ownership of a horse, the vet health check, the breeding standard certificate, information on what stable the horse is at, and its condition. Everything.