Lexington Horse Painting Novels & Stories

Rodrigo galloped faster and faster on his horse. He was riding a sprightly mare named Hera. She was stark white and so beautiful. An absolute pleasure to ride. He loved that his stud farm covered acres of land, allowing him to ride for miles without any probing eyes. And he did ride, every single day if possible. His morning rides were the highlight of his days. He stopped Hera at a small little hilltop and gazed over his lands with awe. In the morning sunlight, he could see the farm already in action. Horses grazed in the pastures. Xerxes was training in the special enclosure designed for him. His staff was going about their duties, moving in and out of the various sheds and buildings. He l

HENRICO "Do you still know how to ride?" I ask, petting Lexus. She nods and I smile, noticing that her expression has changed from annoyed to curious. "This is Lexus, unfortunately my old horse died while I was in captivity."I say, feeling the regret in my tone. " By luck or fate, Guilhermino bought it and we fit perfectly." I continue, smiling at the horse. "He is handsome." He says, testing out a light caress, I'm surprised to find he accepts his touch without protest.

I gave him a quizzical look “Trust me, baby girl, this is something you would not have suspected, something you’ve missed, and it’s something you recently experienced and I want to give it back to you.” Feeling slightly confused but having a small guess at what this could be I open it up. When I pull out the thing inside, the first thing I see is a picture of a chestnut-colored Carolina Marsh Tacky horse. Underneath the picture is everything you need for ownership of a horse, the vet health check, the breeding standard certificate, information on what stable the horse is at, and its condition. Everything.

Cajun stopped and looked around. “Are we here, old man?” Lloyd didn’t think it anything weird at all to be talking to a horse. Cajun just snorted and stomped. Looking around, Lloyd saw no one in the dense tree cover, but that didn’t mean they weren’t close. Ben’s horse was the smartest animal Lloyd had ever encountered. It even did tricks. When they were all in high school, Camille and Willamina had spent the summer teaching him the tricks. Ben had taken them to the state fair to see the dancing horses. Over the next long winter, he had taught the old paint pony some new tricks. Lloyd almost smiled remembering how Ben would send it out after a coyote, like a trained dog after a fox. Lloyd ea

Rose climbs up on Lucky whereas Alex climbs on Jimmy both started riding. Mild sun of the hill station in an autumn morning, trifling chilly wind, green grassland with the glistening morning dew, and there were two beautiful horses: one is black, and the other is white both are running together. What an awestruck view it was? More than the horses, the one riding them was attractive and stunning. It was looking like a painting, whoever will come across the view will definitely fell in love with the scenery. Hendrik couldn’t help but click few photos on his mobile of his young master and his madam secretly.

**** When they were done swimming, Nathan suggested that they unhitch the horses from the cart and go for a ride, and as relaxed as she was, Crystal thought that it was a novel idea - and so it was that they were coming over a hill when Christine spotted them. Nathan was riding a black horse, which was his special riding horse. It had black fur with a white marking on the forehead, making it look noble and elegant. Crystal was riding the brown horse, Zeus, which was Christine’s special horse, and when she saw the other woman riding her horse, her ire began to rise. She brought her hand to her mouth and whistled.

he said decisively, "is an EXCELLENT choice. Madison, you're going to LOVE it. There are horses! And tigers! And I think there's a dragon but I might be making that up!" Madison's hand squeezed mine. Tighter. Carousels are always beautiful—it's their job, their entire purpose for existing. But this one was something special. The kind of carousel you see in old photographs, in movies set in some golden age that never quite existed. The horses were hand-painted, their manes frozen mid-flow, their eyes bright with something that looked almost like life. Some were white, some black, some dappled gray. There were other animals too—a lion with a golden saddle, a rabbit twice the size of any real r

“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.”

I've seen Dana prepare this blend several times and it usually comes out looking like the color of the tongue in some cases, in others, a more brilliant shade that reminds me of her hair in the dark. I point at the painting of a horse riding woman sitting behind a man on a pony. “That one?” “Beautiful, huh? That one I got from a painter I met recently. She's gorgeous by the way.” I almost ask what her name is but don't. I sit back and look at him. He asks, “So what do you think?” “I think there's something here,” I reply, “I mean. I want in. Let me run the numbers by my people.”

I am Viscount Tintagel, Luther Pendragon, at your service, little nymph and don’t be afraid of Midnight, my horse, he won’t hurt you. She cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow, she loved horses and had grown up around them, her ‘parents’ had bought her a pony for her second birthday and she had gone through Pony Club and then moved on to Eventing, competing at the highest levels. She had even worked with the Princess Royal and her Daughter for an Olympic Trial but had decided she did not want to dedicate so much of her time to the training. The Viscount's horse one was magnificent, he was jet black with a long mane and tail, a purebred Friesian if she wasn’t mistaken and he look