I Know It Ain't The Stallion Novels & Stories

he commented in a cold way. -"Really? Autumn is here?" I said excited. I never believed that I would see him again. I was certain that my father would sell it too. -"Autumn? That's your horse's name?" -"Yes...Why does it impress you so much?" -"It's usually a name chosen for horses not mares......." -"Who told you my horse is a mare?" I asked him agitated. -"It isn't?" he asked surprised. -"Of course not" I said irritated. "Why is he always so pugnacious? What is his problem anyway?"

“Well, I changed my mind now. I don’t like it and it is not a nice car, baby,” As we get to the stables, we find a man, handling two horses: a brown stallion and a brown mare. We greet him as we enter; he introduces himself to us and he welcomes us in. “This is Martinis,” He refers to the stallion. “And this is Spirit, and I believe they are rented by you for a night walk? Sergio, and Paula?” “Yes, thank you. I will take it from here, Señor,” Sergio says before the man leaves. I am quite surprised that he planned this for us.

' Harvey thought gleefully. Mark smiled as he explained, "Number Four is well past its glory days. Number Two is a premium stallion imported from abroad that's worth its weight in gold. I'm afraid you've bet on the wrong horse this time!" "As you've said earlier, Mr. Thatcher—the race isn't over until it's over. Anyone could be the dark horse," Andrew responded confidently. "Dark horse? Sounds more like a dead horse to me," Dexter mocked. "Dr. Lloyd, don't worry if we lose this one," Lauren reassured him. "We've already won twice!"

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.

The corner of his lips titled up slightly and he bowed, taking his leave. “Olarya?” Stella raised an eyebrow at me, her lips parting. “That's such a beautiful name.” “A beautiful name for a beautiful mare.” The stable had a slightly damp smell as we walked in. I moved ahead of Stella, horses lining the stalls on either side of us, till we reached almost one twice my height. Its shiny dark body made it all the more magnificent. Olarya recognized me immediately, neighing and rearing onto her hind legs to lift her fore limbs.

My mouth opened and I nearly shouted it in greeting. I peered up at him. “I missed ye, Tiny Thing.” “I’m not tiny.” “Ye are next to me.” “What’s it like to be a horse?” I queried. Unable to resist wondering it aloud. “Stallion.” He corrected proudly. Clearly there’s a distinct difference in his mind. I knew what that difference was but I was unwilling to consider it, just now. “Yes. Fine.” I relented. “A stallion.” “Well, there’s parts of me that dunnot even hafta change.” He nodded down his body toward his groin.

Everything here ran like a well-oiled machine—efficient, ordered. But even the most disciplined systems had cracks. And I was learning where to find them. We reached the stables last, the earthy scent of hay and horse filling the air. Rows of sleek, muscled horses stood tied under the shade of wooden beams. A few pawed at the ground impatiently, tossing their manes. Aiden walked up to a black stallion and stroked its neck. The animal huffed softly, lowering its head to him. “This one’s mine,” he said, a faint hint of pride in his voice. “Name’s Ghost.”

I couldn't be bothered to exchange fake pleasantries with her, so I crouched down by the rubble and helped bandage a Soldato's wound. "Oh, spare me the righteous act." Ettore strode over and looked down at me condescendingly. "Now you suddenly care about others? Why didn't you think about how pathetic you were before? "Do you really think that clinging to Don Rizzo for 12 years, getting pregnant, and still playing hard to get will ever make him change his mind?" Unable to muster the energy to engage with him, I continued to wrap bandages around the Soldato's wound without so much as looking up.

"He has been wanting a horse, with no luck. I'd advise he take a temporary horse as we raise a pony to be the strong built stallion that he wants." But with my name? What was the meaning of that. Thomas did not seem to get the point. Flustered, I feared even going back with what I knew now.

he reassured her but even as she looked into the black horse’s marbles eyes, she was scared. “I don’t think so, she doesn’t look like she likes me very much” she teased. “Nah… she’s just not used to strangers that’s all. Thunder you’re not a bad girl right?” Leonardo spoke to his horse a little more, the more he spoke the more exited the horse got. “So what kind of horse is she?” “She’s a black stallion, Texan bred-Arabian. Her previous owner lost all his money due to some gambling debt. When Thunder’s mother was sold, there was no place for her to go”