Jackerman Horse Novels & Stories

said Ranitski. “A good stable!” cried Zend ; “ there are two ponies, two splendid hussar horses, a pair of Jmud horses, and a pair of Kalmuks, — all in pairs, like eyes in the head. We will look at the mares and colts tomorrow.” Here Zend neighed like a horse; they wondered at his perfect imitation, and laughed. “Is there such good order here?” asked Jargan, rejoiced. “And how the cellar looks!” piped Rekuts; “resinous kegs and moldy jugs stand like squadrons in ranks.”

“Sounds like you know what you’re talking about, though, if you know their breeds.” Jerome smirks at me as we pull out of the garage. “I spent four years on the rodeo circuit as a teenager,” he says, “which is another reason why Kent won’t let me touch a horse. He knows I know what I’m doing, but he doesn’t want anyone riding his herd like a cowboy would.” I laugh as Jerome circles a hand above his head, miming a lasso. “Wow,” I say, shaking my head at him and grinning. “I had no idea Kent had such…variety amongst his ranks.”

"I'm Jesse Akerman. Such a pleasure to finally meet you." Michael took in his hand and pressed his with a firm shake. "Nice to meet you, too, Jesse." His jolly greeting. His eyes were a calm shade of blue-gray, and shallow lines were drawn on his forehead and the edges of his eyes as he smiled. Despite his tall and seemingly strong figure, there was just a radiating gentleness and kindness from within him. It was no wonder he was the Maine's best horse-breeder. Horses are extremely intelligent beings, they can sense a person's character just by their touch.

Her cries got louder and louder, to the point they made me annoyed. “Stop crying!” I said as I rubbed an ice cube to numb the area, to prevent anymore bleeding and treated her wound before wrapping a bandage around her ankle. Muffled sobs were coming from her lips all the time and her body was lightly trembling. I gave Luca the first aid kit while scoffing at his frowned forehead and pitiful eyes. I dismissed him and turned around to face my wild horse. Soon to be my wild horse.

I raised my brow in wonder wondering if I had heard wrong but sure enough, two horses burst out of the corner Jamil had disappeared to. The horses pulled to a stop before me and raised their front legs, neighing impatiently as they blew hot air out of their noses. One was a brown mare with white spots while the other was a glossy black stallion. "Hop on!" Jamil grinned, extending the reins of the mare from atop the black stallion which neighed, raising its hooves even higher than it had the first time. "Horses!" I muttered silently, unable to believe my eyes. "You are not scared of horses, are you?" Jamil questioned, his brows furrowing when I would not collect the reins.

"Hey, it's not my fault that they're all gorgeous, half-naked, sweaty, and perfectly build to be gazed upon." "Any moment now, we're waiting for the dollar bill to rain," Danny joked knowing we always tease them for flaunting their bodies to our eyes. "Dude, never sells yourself short, I think she has a twenty somewhere in her pocket. Gemma, how are you? I'd like to hug you but I stink." Jack, the oldest of the three walked after releasing the rope attached to the horse halters and let the stallion graze with the rest of the horse.

The only reason why he could fish him out was that he could recognize his horse and that of Mason wherever he saw them. He smiled and shook his head. "Such a devious girl!" He walked toward the guy who was about to sell the horses and gave him a punch on his head. "That is for stressing me," he said as the man, who had fallen on the ground, began to ask, "What did I do?" He looked at the man who was about to buy the horses, and the latter said, "We have already discussed an amount, and I'm about to pay him." "One more word from you, and I'll cut off your tongue," Jackson threatened.

He was sitting beside me, helping me hold the piece of paper firmly to the table while I transfer the details to Chanel's notebook. "Horse, you're not her fucking mouthpiece." The so called Picnic said, sounding annoyed. "Yes, I have a man, Picnic." I responded this time. The same lie I use to chase perverts like him away from me. "Shit." He cursed under his breath, then left without another word. "I apologize..." My biker friend began. "It's fine... What's your name though?" "Desmond, but people around here call me Horse." "Horse as in the animal?"

“These people might be in trouble” “I don’t think so. Didn’t you see their mounts? I grew up raising mounts and selling them with my father. So I can recognize those horses. Those are Red Maned Horses. They are even more expensive than Gold Hoofed Horses. Young Master Twain is blind to not see that.” “That is true. Plus these people are also allowed to ride in the city. No ordinary person would have such a privilege.”

Rhinoceros-like horns sprouted from its nose. She nudged Wiley. “The Arnold Swartznegger of horses.” Wiley’s snort of laughter made her smile as well, and she felt her shoulders relax a bit. They could do this. Jayems hadn’t seemed to mind their request for riding lessons; in fact, he’d volunteered himself and Keilor as instructors. Keilor had seemed about to object until he’d noticed Jasmine’s obvious displeasure, at which point he’d graciously agreed. The man did love to torment her.