Randolph Scott's Horse Novels & Stories

Darren: "although it's a little childish, now that everyone has agreed, let's have a competition." So he began to choose a horse. Honi Ruan chose a beautiful Arabia horse, Edison chose a black blood horse, Darren chose a white horse, Yuri chose a silver white one, and Fremingo chose a purplish red one. The five of them led the horse to the grassland, which was marked specially for horse racing. Pointing at the stones one kilometer away in front of him, Edison said, "the one who gets the red flag first will win." Everyone nodded.

Slowly, he approached the horse and then stroked the side of the horse's face with his hand. “Ethan. Trust me and I will believe in you. You understand?" the horse didn't struggle in the slightest as Alessandro jumped onto its back. And miraculously, the horse named Ethan didn't try to make Alessandro fall in the slightest. The horse is like a horse that has found its right rider to be allowed to ride on it. "I told you, this horse has been waiting for the right person to ride it," said Oswald to all those present. “Okay. It was past noon. We better hunt now or we won't be able to have dinner in the village!” cried one of Oswald's men who was in his thirties.

Although their speed was still fast, the two- or three-meters distance could not be shortened regardless of any method used. Keegan turned around to look at Marshall and smirked. He turned his head back around and sped up again. Marshall focused his gaze and flung a single harsh whip onto the horse's body. The brown horse shrieked and accelerated its sprint speed. The brown horse was unknowingly frightened at the final bend and pressing onto the finish line. With another loud shriek, it shook Marshall off its back. Stella was shocked and screamed out, "Mr. Moore!"

The things we said became the truth, and she’d said some things that made him think she might be onto the truth. There were moments that asked questions and moments meant for answers. She brushed a stray hair from his face and let her fingers slide down his cheek. “Now, tell me about these horses. I want to ride with you soon.” He tugged her hand and led her to the first stall. “This is Carson. He’s a Quarter Horse we got last year from Georgia.” Moving from stall to stall, he told her about every horse and their unique personalities before promising she could ride a few sometime.

“This time, I am confident that they will recognize me because they are not accustomed to my feminine voice's pleasant, calm, and lulling tones. “She says grinning excitedly. Nancy has been waiting for her parents for an hour outside the door but hasn't noticed them getting out of bed. Thinking they would like to prolong their time in bed, Nancy initially chose to visit her black horse in his stall. “Maybe Mr. Peng isn't here today. I can't seem to find anyone.” She mutters as she opens the hinge slowly and smiles upon seeing her favorite horse. She gently feels the hairy body of Stallone, the name of her black horse. "I'm going to leave you right now, my dear friend. I will miss you so much

How about a pony instead? Brother then came out of his office holding a book, "Brother, you're giving Ecklis a horse? Isn't it too big for him? How about a pony instead," I suggested. "I suggested that as well, but he was set on having a black Thoroughbred horse, so I'll buy him a dozen." Meh, he's a walking ATM machine. "Brother! You mean the most popular racing horse in North America?! Do you know the horsepower? Do you know how dangerous it is for someone so little--"

Throughout dinner Roland insisted on adding Jack to like every conversation and Hal weirdly enough doesn't take any bait. "Jack, weren't you telling me you just got a new horse?" Roland asked loudly. "A black one like Uncle Hal got Brandy last year." "Yeah. Black Beauty." Jack smiled. "She's smart and fast. She should be ready to race soon. You should come see her, Hal." "If I can." Hal responded. "Brantley and I are trying to convince Scarlett to get on a horse." "I'm sorry, Hal, but I simply can't do it!" I giggled.

I “Hiyaahhh, go, go my Scarlet, run fast, we need to go away from here,” Gerthel, pulled the rein of her horse she named, Scarlet while her one foot kicked the saddle to trigger the horse to run fast. At thirteen years old, Gerthel has been trained well to ride a horse by her mother.

Randy scrambled for Antonio's lead and took off, leaving Cassie in the muck to fend for herself. But the donkey didn't want Cassie. He ditched her and trotted off after Randy and Antonio. She scrambled to her feet, ass throbbing, and raced after them. They reached the van with the donkey seemingly subdued and by Antonio's side. When Antonio moved, the donkey moved with him, when they tried to push him off, he heehawed and kicked at them. "For fucks sake," Randy hissed. "Open the van." "I'm not taking the donkey."

she asked beaming up with smile “yes, which would you like to ride" Todd asked looking around the ranch at the different types of horses available “the big brown one" Amber said pointing to a brown horse in the stall, she walked closer, her mouth opened as she gawker at the horse, the horse was beautiful, the brown colour seems shine and the small black tint at the end of the horse's mane made it look more beautiful. The ranch attendant who was in one of the horse’s stall peeped out and said