Horseland Oc Novels & Stories

With her on Pirate, a two-year-old gelding, and him on the new stallion, Brandy, they took off for Dead Man's Pass near the southern pasture. The twenty minute trek did wonders to clear her head and she relaxed into the gentle sway of her horse. The sun was lower in the sky, but still cast hot rays over the waist-high fields. They had another couple hours of lazy daylight before dusk would settle, and she breathed in the scents of soil and warm fur, cut grass and hay. Sounds of leaves crackling and the creek trickling were a light background to clomping hooves. They passed one herd of steer grazing in a pasture, and Nakos halted his horse. He dismounted, cooing platitudes to the stallion. "W

I laughed as I nodded, “We thought we could use the extra time to talk. Victor came up with the ideal property. It’s a mansion with a huge number of guest suites. I can’t remember the exact number. It’s on one hundred acres and has the perfect set up for cows, horses, and sheep.” Lori gasped, “Horse therapy is very effective in helping kids deal with PTSD resulting from living in an abusive household. What do you think of putting word out that we can bill for outpatient horse therapy?” I nodded, “I like that idea. We will need to keep that in mind when we hire the therapist on staff.” Lori agreed, “Yeah. We also need to hire a ranch manager.” I agreed and added, “Before we buy any livestock.

Jasper informed me. “Alright. Let’s get today started so we can get it over with quicker. Where will we end up tonight?” “In Aurora, Colorado,” Luis answered. I nodded my head in understanding and walked over to Casper. He lifted his head from his feed bucket and I ran my hands over his large face. He chewed the last of his food as Jasper walked up to Cash and did the same thing with him. We loaded the horses while Luis took the rope down and put it away properly. After securing the horses in the trailer, we grabbed their buckets and gave them water and hay to enjoy on the road.

He checked it out of habit, and his OCD made her smile. Although empty, the barn would soon be full, thanks to the many horsemen needing a place to winter their horses. Eryn's farm, close to Regina and conveniently located in the middle of Canada, was a rest stop for horsemen who followed the racing circuit between British Columbia and Ontario. Barn One also had several dorm rooms, a kitchenette, and a large washroom with showers, for the visiting horsemen. Ben shut the lights to the barn and closed the doors, and she followed him to Barn Two, where Eryn and Ben housed their horses: nine mares, three studs, and four yearlings. Their twelve racers were in Calgary until November.

" Sunny then told her brother James all about the pale white horse that she had seen in Verona. She explained that when you see the horse, you're in deep trouble, and then she went on about how she had seen the horse in Ocean City while riding a Ferris wheel. Sunny's voice trembled as she recounted the eerie details of her encounter with the horse, emphasizing its piercing red eyes and ghostly presence. James listened intently, his disbelief gradually turning into a sense of unease. He couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to Sunny's unsettling experience.

And by okay, I mean I want to go back to the previous animosity we held against each other. Hillside is several hours north of Silver Ridge and makes my small hometown look like a lively big city. There’s not much here at all, and the downtown area consists of one whole block. We get lunch at the only diner and then go right back to the auction, which is still going strong and probably won’t wrap up until late tonight. The wind picked up, bringing with it a light, misty rain. A storm is blowing in and the horses can sense it. Dr. Brenden goes to find the other vets we’d been working with while I walk up and down the large barn, looking at the horses.

Bellamy's Point of View The back porch looked out over the rest of the grounds. Had a clear view of the training ring and pasture. The stalls to the horses were a bit to the left. Several heads bobbed in and out of view there. At this time in the day, the stalls had to be readied for the horses to go back in. Just beyond the farm was the ocean. A vast expanse of sand lay between. On good days, we would be taken out on horse rides on the beach. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. The horses would run into the water on occasion, making most of the children laugh.

Millions of acres that had once been part of the Hacienda were now part of Texas, but vaqueros still crossed the river and brought back cattle and horses. They were, in their view, merely bringing back their own. The ranch headquarters was only thirty miles away and it was there that they kept the main part of a horse herd several hundred strong, with many of the horses wearing Texas brands. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you were trying to scare up a war,” Augustus said. “Old Pedro Flores ain’t gonna make us a