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They laughed out loud and could hardly calm down. In the chorten, the wooden elements of the buildings were being repainted and Raen had taken out a bucket of red paint. Then he persuaded Hereke to bring a white horse into the barn and paint it. The animal had patiently let it go, and it had been fun using the brushes to spread the paint on the fur. And finally, the horse of Raen's dreams had stood before them as if it had emerged straight out of it. Looking faithful, the bloodhorse hadn't looked threatening in any way, but rather a bit funny. And Raen had felt like he was finally meeting an old friend. “The next time we'll take green, then my father won't find it again in the pasture in the

Alexander said with a little smile. An hour later, the Beaumonts were riding hard along the sixty-two acres of the grounds. Julian rode his favorite reddish-brown mustang as he sported black riding pants, riding boots, and a blue shirt. Cassandra had mounted her favorite brown Thoroughbred. Alexander rode a palomino. He had to keep blocking out the memory of him and the duchess riding palominos along the beach in The Keys. The last thing he wanted was his family to notice something was off with him. The head of the family rode Champ, a blacker than black stallion that had won several horseshows in his heyday. They raced to the big oak tree that had been on the estate for fifty-two years. The

****** As they approached the stable, Penelope noticed how the horses snorted and neighed as they got close to them. She remembered that wolves had a natural affinity towards horses and wondered if any rogue pack would attack them. However, they were reassured by Rusell that they had picked the best horses that could outrun any pack. Penelope chose a chestnut horse, it had a beautiful coat and was fast. Liam, on the other hand, chose a black stallion that was majestic and strong. They were given saddles and the necessary equipment. Liam checked the saddle and tightened the girth strap before mounting the horse. Penelope followed suit, and soon they were galloping out of the Packhouse.

Following that, a beautiful adult white horse was brought over to Grace. At first glance, a hint of surprise appeared in Grace's eyes. "This horse is really beautiful!" Xander took the reins and led the horse to Grace. "Try it." The white horse seemed to understand and obediently crouched down in front of Grace. "This horse understands!" Grace said, and then mounted the horse. The white horse slowly stood up, taking graceful steps. Behind them, the staff brought Xander's usual black horse. After he mounted it, he rode to Grace's right side, and the two of them galloped on the racecourse.

She unlocked it with a brass key hanging nearby, and the doors creaked open to reveal a treasure trove of art. “Wow,” I whispered as I stepped inside. The room was wide and breathtaking, the walls covered in paintings. The early ones were vibrant—grasses swaying under bright sunlight, horses galloping, and skies painted in every shade of blue. They radiated innocence and joy, like something from a child’s wild imagination. “These are amazing,” I murmured, moving closer to a painting of a horse mid-leap. “Look, Alex!” Nicky called out, pointing at the same painting. “It’s like the horse is alive!”

When Lauren and Chase got off their horses, Chase rushed over to a somber Amos. Lauren took Lucy to her stall and began the rubdown. Chase, after a quick word with Amos, was back on Midnight and riding out of the barn into the rain without so much as a good-bye.

He said with a puffed out chest and proud tone. Among the horses, there was Septa, a spirited mare with a coat that mirrored the vibrant colors of a sunrise. Her mane and tail flowed like liquid fire, weaving a tapestry of brilliance as she galloped through the meadows. By her side was Midnight, a stallion with a coat as dark as the night sky, adorned with stars that glimmered with a celestial glow. In a corner stall stood labroha, a gentle mare with a coat as pure as moonlight itself. She possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated all who gazed upon her, and her presence radiated a soothing calmness that whispered of forgotten secrets.

I didn't think Jaxon had ever been in such close proximity to a horse in his life until three weeks ago. That wasn't a judgment. I hadn't either, really. The closest I had come to a horse before meeting Lola was at the county fair. My dad was out gambling, and my mom had taken me, probably to distract both of us from what a mess our lives had become. I still remembered the horse in question. His name was Applejack, and he'd been a beautiful chocolate brown. I hadn't had time to ride him. The man in a cowboy hat was getting ready to saddle me up when my dad had shown up unexpectedly with a huge wad of cash. He'd won big at some poker game, and asked us if we wanted to go out to eat.

However, she didn't have the time or mood to appreciate it. "Angela!" Someone called her name from behind. Angela jolted in surprise when she saw that it was Dexter. Why was he here? Firstly, she had no idea he could ride a horse. Secondly, why would he come over during such a dangerous situation? Their horses were now only 30 feet apart. The sound of galloping hooves echoed loudly. Dexter was riding a strong chestnut horse. He closed the distance between them in no time. But just as he was about to reach her, Charcoal suddenly reared up on all four legs and accelerated even more.

He handed her another carrot and watched as she fed him. Once he was settled, they left the stall and Asher proceeded to show her all the horse stuff. “Why is Onyx stuff so plain?” She asked gently touching his items. “All of them are so plain, actually, why? Sorry never mind.” “Don’t be sorry Sweetie,” Lucian said coming over to them. “We just never really thought about it, that’s all. Would you like to get personalized stuff for all the horses?” She bit her lip and twirled the bottom of her shirt, “What is it, Sweetie? Just say it.”