Horse Story Novels & Stories

Harvey is a beautiful American Paint Horse. He is a mix of Blank and White and I will admit he is my favorite. He is a very docile creature and he has helped me more than most people know. Harvey was the first horse I was introduced to when I started equestrian therapy. I was a bit intimidated by him, but he proved to be just what I needed. He dealt with me on my good and my bad days and was always there when I needed him. And tonight I need him again.

When she was done, she headed to the stables to pick a horse. "This is Hurricane, the champion of the last Northon Equestrian Competition. This horse is rambunctious and difficult to tame. No one has been able to tame it after its owner retired from the scene. Given its skill, it can compete on national and even international racecourses, but it's a pity that its owner retired. It isn't willing to cooperate with anyone else. "Many people came, trying to ride it. Some were skillful enough and barely managed to, but the chemistry between horse and rider just wasn't there.

Anastasia "Long time no see. Are you up for a good ride today, Stardust?" I said to my thoroughbred horse as I stepped in the barn, a bag of pieces of apple in my hand. Stardust's cotton white coat shone like a puffy morning cloud. The mare hung her head over her stall door and let out an eager whinny in response. Her white mane flowed like raw silk. I reached up to pat her strong shoulder. Stardust's ears twitched in delight as I motioned to our human stable boys to take the horse out.

"Kitchen door.. Help me check if it's open." At that rotten moment, Luke stumbled in, a puzzled look on his face. "Urm.. Guys? The back door's open and the lock is on the floor. Also, the Wi-Fi was disconnected and Mr Hamilton complained about seeing someone sneaking on the house." Seeing my stricken expression, he continued," it gets worse. I found a letter tucked underneath the door." "what does it say? " Liz said, taking Becca's arm and leading her to the sofa. " Not much. It says ' game on. '"

Better to take a safe way. But it's already too late when I got out. My horse has freed himself from his stable and was already galloping outside passed the bridge. Uncle Wenziel told me that the horse originally belonged to my father, and no-one has been able to tame him, not even uncle Wenziel. I chased after him, but it would be hopeless to catch a horse by foot. "Luk!" that's what my father named his horse according to uncle Wenziel. Luk belongs to a rare breed of untamed horses, but even so, he calms himself down wherever I walk closer to him.

Senya I put my helmet on to get on top of my horse Gravyer. I had him ever since I was a child. He's quite old now but no horse can come over Gravyer, chocolate Arabian with a white diamond in the center of his forehead. My feet in the stirrups as I gently kicked his flank to make him move forward. "To Mystic Forest."

From the golf card, they enjoyed the beautiful scenery around them as the worker explained to them everything about the place, acting as a tourist guide. It took nearly half an hour to get to the horse track. As expected, the place was empty except for a few workers. Since Charles had been here before, he had his own horse in the stable. Charles helped Sarah to change into appropriate riding clothes, then took his horse out of the stable to the race track. It was a big, beautiful brown horse. It was the first time for Sarah to come so close to such a big horse. Surprised, she exclaimed. “A Ferghana horse!”

Snake added, "You hired her boss, you gotta put up with her now." While the guy was in the trailer spike said, "This here is a good horse, one of the best around. He's a descendant of Old Sorrel who was one of the top American Quarter Horse right here in Texas. Old Sorrel sired over a hundred horses for the American Quarter Horse Association (or AQHA).

He told me he owned the whole area, even across the street, and that there were fences just along the property line, which was nowhere close to us. Doug, the rancher, led us onto his property and past his house to a barn, where the horse noises grew louder. He brought Hunter to a big, beautiful, black horse, then I followed him over to a sweet, speckled horse. Doug put an apple in my hand and told me to feed it to her. He told me her name was Honey Lemon, and told me about how he came to pick that name. I watched as she devoured the apple and nestled her big nose into my hands. I slowly and gently rubbed her nose and along her body while Doug grabbed the saddle and it’s set up to put on Hone

The things we said became the truth, and she’d said some things that made him think she might be onto the truth. There were moments that asked questions and moments meant for answers. She brushed a stray hair from his face and let her fingers slide down his cheek. “Now, tell me about these horses. I want to ride with you soon.” He tugged her hand and led her to the first stall. “This is Carson. He’s a Quarter Horse we got last year from Georgia.” Moving from stall to stall, he told her about every horse and their unique personalities before promising she could ride a few sometime.