Lexington Horse Painting Novels & Stories

There had to be at least thirty stalls total all immaculately kept with a variety of different horse breeds poking their heads through open stall doors. A coal black Arabian played with the ends of my hair while I stopped to pet a rust and cream colored Paint. But the most magnificent of all of the beasts in this barn was in the very last stall. Kingston, was an Eighteen hand Gypsy Vanner stallion, with a jet black coat and white dappling on his hind quarters. His mane and tail were snow white with his feathers matching. I stood back as Ronan opened the stall and led the massive horse out. I could tell just by looking at the two there was a long, loving history between the two of them.

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.

Soon everyone was at the barn picking out a horse of their choice. Gia picked a black thoroughbred horse. Julio picked a gray sweat-blooded horse. Damon led out a Serra, French horse. The horse was not as valuable as the others, but it was snow white with a shiny coat and very beautiful. Aurora chose an Arabian horse, pure black. The others also chose their horses. The club had specialized equestrian instructors. Everyone who didn’t previously know how to ride horses were taught how. In no time at all, the horses began to run wildly and recklessly through Happy Valley.

"Of course it's fun. When it runs, the feeling is amazing. I'll teach you in a bit." Heh… this was promising. Since Madeline had brought it up herself, I'd take advantage of the moment on horseback. I quickly fitted the horse with a double saddle and led the tall chestnut horse over to her. "Wow! It's so tall up close!" Madeline stared at it, her eyes sparkling. "Come on, I'll help you get up and try." I took her hand and led her to the stirrup on the side. Before she could react, I grabbed her left ankle and placed it into the stirrup.

Grace said with genuine pleasure. Grace had no idea what a Dutch Warmblood horse was, but even she could tell the animal in front of her was stunning. “I thought it was only right you should choose it!” Lucas said happily at Grace’s response. “I will call her Midnight Dancer. Thank you once again, Lucas, please pass on my thanks to your Gang as well!” Grace said. Jacob smiled as he led Midnight Dancer away.

“Harrison. Step away from the fence.” He stepped away from the fence. He looked at it for a moment—the eighty-one nails, the lanterns strung in tight rows like a military operation—and I could see on his face the particular expression of a man who knows he has overdone something and is not yet willing to admit it. The cake was from the bakery on Ashland. It had ten candles on it, and Lucas’s name on one side, and Chloe’s name on the other, and a small wooden horse figurine on top that Chloe had picked out herself at a craft shop three weeks earlier because she had decided that horses were her personality now.

Still smiling, still warm, same as before. The conversation kept going, everyone talking over each other about university admissions and scholarships. Eleanor raised her glass. "Alright, I'm stealing Rosa to look at the exhibits. We'll catch up later." And just like that she guided us away from the group. Eleanor turned to me. "Did anything catch your eye?" "If I had to pick — that painting, honestly." I walked her over to the white stallion and walked her through what I'd been thinking. She nodded, studying it. "The way this horse is standing reminds me of one of Lucian's. I think he'd like it. Could go in the living room or his study."

They were stopped on a slight rise in a meadow, the setting sun behind them bathing everything in gold. Suddenly, a switch clicked in his brain and he took a step closer. Holy shit! The painting was him! He remembered that day. He'd saddled the horse he'd purchased for his own riding pleasure. Even though the stallion had been past his prime for breeding, Killian still fell in love with him and purchased him for his own mount. Lexie had come out to watch and taken some pictures with her little camera.

He told me he owned the whole area, even across the street, and that there were fences just along the property line, which was nowhere close to us. Doug, the rancher, led us onto his property and past his house to a barn, where the horse noises grew louder. He brought Hunter to a big, beautiful, black horse, then I followed him over to a sweet, speckled horse. Doug put an apple in my hand and told me to feed it to her. He told me her name was Honey Lemon, and told me about how he came to pick that name. I watched as she devoured the apple and nestled her big nose into my hands. I slowly and gently rubbed her nose and along her body while Doug grabbed the saddle and it’s set up to put on Hone

The steed was royally magnificent with a coat of paint as black as the night sky so that the viewers could see the contrast of her white sticky fluid discharges after the testing ended. “We dub it Eclipse, but you could name it anything. It’s a horse befitting your royal image. The horse saddle is made so that you can strap yourself into restraints during the stream. The stirrups are the same for bondage purposes but more importantly, inside this beast is a drill. You can remove the sides to expose this for the camera, and it is easy to change the toy. Stop the drill, push this button to reset it, pull this small lever at the side, and it will come out from the front. You can remove or chang