Lexington Horse Painting Novels & Stories

Beautiful creature. Andrew came up beside me and I tore my eyes away from the horse to look up at him. “I’ve been calling this one Dexter,” he told me. “Why?” I asked. “Because he’s a little psycho and very wild.” I just shook my head and looked back at the horse. The horse was still running amuck inside the pen and showed no signs of slowing down. This one was going to be fun to work with. I heard Andrew lightly sniffing the air and I looked up at him.

“So are we going to this stable of yours then?” “No, I have a private stable for my family’s horses.” I smile at her. I am glad she seems interested in what I do, meaning she’s interested in me. That’s a good sign. “What kind of horses do you have?” “My horse is a Friesian and his name is King. Keila has an American Paint named Rain and Mark has a Mustang named Bandit. My mother has an Appaloosa named Lady and we still have my father’s horse. A Friesian named Beau. We keep other’s around that we like to lend out to kids, mostly Paints or Quarter horses, who enjoy equestrian but can’t afford a horse of their own. We don’t charge them to rent the horse but we expect that the kiddo using the ho

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

"Sure." Then, he drove with Grace to the racecourse. It was a weekday, so there weren't many people at the racecourse. As soon as Xander and Grace reached there, some staff members came forward, showing a respectful attitude. "Mr. Fulton, Ms. Lewis." Grace was puzzled. This was her first time at the racecourse, yet they seemed to recognize her. "Bring that white horse over," Xander ordered directly. A staff member nodded. Following that, a beautiful adult white horse was brought over to Grace.

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.

The servant explained with a smile, “This is a tradition for the Easter horse race. Before the race begins, we place bets on which horse might win. It’s just a bit of fun for the ladies. Would you like to try your luck?” “This sounds quite entertaining,” Lady Langley said with a smile. “Bring it over; let me have a look.” The nine gilded sticks were inscribed with the surnames of the corresponding families. Lady Langley recognized only about half of them, as some estates were unfamiliar to her. However, two stood out—one marked "His Highness Zachary" and another "Lord Reginald." Horses representing these two names, alongside those of such prominent families, clearly indicated that all partic

Raine laughed softly General Darielle gave them a signal to set off. Lucian rode off in his black horse, while Leonard followed as well riding a white horse. Kaizen climbed onto a brown one and left, then the other participant began to ride into the hunting grounds.

They can enjoy the rides all to themselves! One after the other, the people carried by two cars came down. With Alexis' lead, they all went to the merry-go-round. The guards that followed thought they will only be standing by for the safety of the president but to their awe, they were given one horse each. Each horse vary in color, there were pink, blue, and white. Five broad-shouldered and tall men were holding to the horse and smiling at the camera in front of them, “Say, cheese people,” said Alexis happily.