Novel & Cerita Peaky Blinder Horse

Chase didn’t know about my competitive riding history, but he will find out how good I am when we get on the horse. We sit through a quick safety briefing before we are fitted into our riding helmets and measured for our horses. I asked what trail we had when the safety briefing was over, and the instructor said that we had free rein and there was a special trail for us to take. I can’t wait I was paired with a beautiful golden tan colored American Quarter stallion stud called Sonny. Chase was paired with a stunning all-black Friesian stallion stud called Starship. I mounted Sonny and talked Chase through how to do it as I got up too quickly for him.

Silence fell among the group. "Mr. Preston, I just inquired. Blaze is not doing well. It seems like the Taylors' horse trainer neglected to check the horse properly. The leg injury went unnoticed. "The horse barely made it through the race and collapsed at the finish line. Oh, the poor horse!" Preston's assistant secretary chimed in. The two of them echoed each other, clearly having arranged it beforehand. "How's Blaze's leg?" Zoe asked with feigned concern. "Its leg is completely fractured. It might have to be euthanized!"

And small slits of green between the blue. "Indeed. Video games might be Dargan's thing but I much prefer out and about. Adventure, if you want to call it that." Alvara rolled her eyes at me but walked into the open stable doors. Pepper, my mare, was close to the entrance. Her coat was the reason for her name. White ran the entire span of her body, with patches of black in between. Ciaran had gotten her from Brazil for me, claiming something about her being their national horse. Alvara's horse was an old gelding named Perdy. Soft temperament. Easy to ride. He would give her absolutely no problems. Getting her hurt would mean Ciaran skinning me alive and hanging my fur in his office.

Celine smiled; these boys were going to get their butts kicked. Every stable had that one horse. A horse so rebellious that it was unrideable by anyone but one special person. Celine thought it was romantic and loyal, but if the horse loved someone who didn’t own them, then they were abandoned and left like useless junk. One such horse existed at the Beaumont Equestrian Center and that was Blackie. She named him when she was four, okay? It was a tie between Blackie and Horsy at the time so it could have been worse. Blackie was an angry mean-spirited stallion who only loved two people. The hired man who fed and tended to him, and the tiny slip of a girl who had the same-colored hair as he did

Harvey is a beautiful American Paint Horse. He is a mix of Blank and White and I will admit he is my favorite. He is a very docile creature and he has helped me more than most people know. Harvey was the first horse I was introduced to when I started equestrian therapy. I was a bit intimidated by him, but he proved to be just what I needed. He dealt with me on my good and my bad days and was always there when I needed him. And tonight I need him again.

Lizzy stumbled back. A voice whispered from behind. “His name is Atheas. He’s a beauty, isn’t he? An Akhal-Teke. The rarest breed you’ll find.” Kris’s strong hands gripped her shoulders. “Be careful. Don’t get too close. He’s a one-person horse. He hates strangers.” Lizzy tried to turn, but he held her in place. “Stay where you are. I like having my two beauties in one room.” Then his hands roamed. Lizzy sobbed as they slipped under the shirt and explored.

"How in the blue hell do you expect me to mount this horse?" I chuckled, "This thing's dick is level with my head!" "That's my boy, Hades," Zeus corrected while patting the horse, "He's my Clydesdale. This is Artemis, an Irish Draught. I won them in a card game in Scotland." I shook my head in disbelief, "She's nearly as massive as Hades." "Calm down," Zeus spanked me. "Uh!" I yelped.

"Since my sister won't come out, let's have a horse-riding competition! You pick one!" Morpheus obliged and selected a tall, grand horse with a reddish-brown coat glistening in the sunlight. Blaze, as it was known, stood out among the racing field horses, boasting exceptional build and graceful muscle lines. "Morpheus, you've got a great eye!" Theodore's eyes sparkled. "This horse is called Blaze. Our stable masters said it has a good lineage and fiery temperament. Can... Can you handle it?" After a moment of hesitation, Morpheus cautiously stroked Blaze's mane before taking the reins. To everyone's surprise, Blaze behaved unusually docile. Even the stable masters gasped in amazement.

The air shimmered with heat, and the familiar scent of brimstone mixed with hay filled my nostrils. "And this," I said with a flourish, "is where we keep the hell horses." Sebastian's jaw dropped as he took in the sight of the massive, obsidian-black steeds, their manes and tails flickering with ethereal flames. I approached one of my favorites, a mare named Ember, and stroked her flaming head. The fire licked at my skin, warm but not burning. "Holy shit," Sebastian breathed, his eyes wide with fascination. "They're... beautiful."

“Nothing more.” The stables sat at the far end of the zoo, away from the main paths. Only four horses right now, but Midnight was the one that always caught her attention. He was a big black Friesian cross, seventeen hands easy, with a temper that made most keepers nervous. Beautiful animal, but man, unpredictable. He’d kicked a gate once when a new guy tried to rush him.