Jackerman Horse Novels & Stories

I hurried towards it, it look like a stallion I'm sure it is but I didn't know much about horse or any animals for that matter, its hair was so long and black, his eyes so dark it reminded me of Jet, even the horse was black. "Oh you fond Jello" Clair said watching me. "Oh my God! He is so beautiful! He is a he right?" I cried, too bad the horse just stared at me like I was dumb or something. "Yes a he, a stallion. The very last of its breed, only heavens knows where Jet got him from" "I want to ride it!" I reached to pull the door open but a groom appeared from nowhere and stopped me before I could reach for the door, I jerk back in surprised.

The Gallows Horse was well-muscled - but over his coat were white splotches in the shape of a skeleton, making a white-blue mask of his face. "Grimnr! Sired by Sleipnir himself, gift of my father! Come here, you rascal, and meet my dear bride!" Jarnja hollered, and Heith gave a bright laugh, clacking her cup on her saucer. The horse whinnied, bucked, then licked Jarnja's palm where she had pulled an apple from her knapsack around her belt. Grimnr bit into the white flesh and smiled dreamily at me, nodding with jeweled eyes. The ghostly draft horse approached me tenderly, then nuzzled my outstretched hands. "I think he likes me," I said quietly.

"The Golden Ausman horse is like the Ferrari of horses. It's a national treasure of Bahari. I used to pester my dad to get me one, but he was always worried I might have an accident while riding. He was reluctant to let me get too close to horses," Alyssa said. In the glow of the lights, Alyssa excitedly stroked the golden fur of the Ausman horse. The pulses beneath her fingertips made her heart race. Suddenly, her tongue felt dry, and an image flashed in her mind. Jasper was standing before her. He was bare and muscular, and his chest was wild and firm.

Cringing at the nickname, Dawn almost spat out the drink in his hand. He didn’t hate Jack Daniels, but the joke was getting old. “Aren’t you getting tired of it?” he asked. “That horse is dead.” The horse might be dead for many years, but it wouldn’t amuse Jericho any less. Dawn might have learned how to relax his dress code, but his personality was still as stiff as ever. “The horse might be, but not the man. You were supposed to be dead.”

Gab grinned at her when he saw her slung rifle. "That just fits you, you know. I'm so glad you came into the shop and got that." "Yep, so am I, Gab. It feels just right on my shoulder. Thanks for showing it to me." Gab nodded and started to bring one of the horses over to her. "This is Walnut Jack, and he's the gentlest horse I own. He'll treat you right if you do the same."

She laid down and pulled the blankets over her and yawned. Jake entered the room and threw Jeremiah’s pants and shirt by his bed. Jeremiah let him borrow his clothes so he could ride the horse. “I am sore. That horse wore me out.” He chuckled as he sat on his bed. “They told me why the horse is named „Bossy.‟” She pretended not to notice that he wore silk dark blue pajamas. He even dresses up for bed. “Did they tell you why two horses are named Trouble and Double Trouble?”

“Taurus’s are dynamic, competitive, and natural athletes. If that isn’t the definition of s winning horse, I don’t know what is. Look, here’s one – Prancing Pony. Perfect. A certain winner.” “It’s six hundred to one,” I point out. “And? Do I look like I care?” Dani retorts. “It’ll have character – just you wait and see.” Jamie grins and puts his arm around her affectionately. “Anything else you’re an expert at?” He teases.

“Yes!” Julian laughed and brought the black horse closer to me, causing me to step back, almost feeling myself pale. Damn it! Calm down, Ana! You’re embarrassing yourself. “This is Hulk, owned by Don Martin. He is one of the gentle horses here,” Julian said with a smile. I just smiled back at him. “You can hold him because he is gentle. You will easily get along with him once you ride him. Don Martin told us that you can ride any horse you want, even though he owns them.”

I would never want to be the reason anyone else goes through the same thing. So I've been thinking of horse betting. Horses of great speed can cost us millions to start off but they can also make us billions. I'll take the risk but I'm gonna need a backup plan. I was really missing Roxy. She would suggest all kinds of things to me, brainstorming ideas for each suggestion... **Flashback** "What's this one?" Roxy asked picking up a gun. "That is a Romanian Carbine. Known as AK Draco," Jack stated.

“Did you pick a horse for me?” “Nah. You had a chance to ride them all when you watched Ky, so you know which one you like better than I would.” AJ picked Nickel, a quarter horse retired from barrel racing. Which just proved he’d been right in letting her choose her mount because he would’ve saddled up Borneo, a much older and gentler horse than Nickel. “Whose saddle is this?” She walked behind Nickel to his right side and reached under his belly to fasten the cinch.