Randolph Scott's Horse Novels & Stories

I can’t say I’m surprised, I also don’t understand why the sound of horses says my brother is getting closer, but at this point in our lives, nothing would surprise me. I follow Stacia’s directions, laying my Pixie down across the back seat of the car. I gesture toward it with a nod of my head, and Rhett jumps into action, standing in front of it like an unmovable sentinel. No one will get to our mate. If she still wants to be my mate. “Who else rides a giant warhorse bareback through the woods like he’s reenacting some weird fever dream?” Stacia laughs, and for a moment I wonder if my brother’s crazy is rubbing off on her.

The second identifier—aside from his leather mask—was his prized horse. According to intel, the Scythian owned an Akhal-Teke, an ancient breed of horse known to thrive in desert environments. Sensitive, intelligent and a one-master horse. MIT2 devoted reconnaissance efforts to finding the stallion, and their hard work was paying off. According to Max, the horse was identified in a trailer near the Ethiopian border. Later, as the plane took off, Johnny glanced at his watch. Lizzy was already in the air. He smiled, thinking of their time together before switching into operator mode. It was time to work.

Being early was being on time. We got back in the truck and finished the drive to the rodeo location. When we got out to the arena, I parked my truck with all the others that had trailers. I got out and went to get Cash from the trailer so he could move a little. Cash was a tall dark gray flea-bit gelding that mom had gotten me about eight years ago. He was a great cattle horse and perfect for roping events. I felt bad that I hadn't been exercising him the way I should be.

Shortly thereafter, he shifted his attention back to me, the anticipation of his words hanging in the air. “Have you ridden a horse before?” he asked and I raised a brow. No I haven’t ridden one before. While I had witnessed countless portrayals of horse riding in movies and games, the experience had eluded me. The closest encounter with a horse-like creature had been a black pony, a birthday gift for Kate. Tragically, the pony's life was cut short, despite Kate's fantasy of becoming a queen with a pony sidekick. Her uncle, who owned a ranch, had presented the pony in pursuit of her whimsical dreams.

She folds her arms, then adds primly, “It’s because they use a body-on-frame design … whatever that may mean.” Marco clears his throat, clearly desperate for redemption points. “It means they build the body and the frame separately before joining them together,” he explains gently. River side-eyes him. “Yeah, I’m not that into cars. I like animals more. Especially dogs and horses.” Jackson smirks and ruffles her hair. “Tell you what. If you tell these men everything you saw, I’ll buy you a damn horse.” Her jaw drops. “A real one? That looks like a unicorn?”

"Avoid pressuring her. Since Ericka is still recovering, she is unable to stand up. Honey, let her get some exercise by walking with me in the sunshine. “ Ericka's hand was gently pulled away from the carabao by Mother Elaine. Randy appears out of nowhere riding their young, maturing female horse. Ericka exclaims in surprise, "We also have it, right? How many foals do we currently have? Ericka asks in shock as she realizes Randy is riding while john is behind him. "I feel sorry for her because, she is carrying two big loads. John, are you able to get down? You join us as we stroll in the fresh dawn. " Ericka spoke as John sprang into action and followed them till they reached the edge lookin

“I didn’t feel it was suitable dinner conversation, but I wanted to make sure that you understood the dangers that are involved with riding in the reserve right now, Missy.” “I was told to be home before dark, so I’ve been riding in the mornings,” I said as memories of the wolf that very morning flitted through my head. I looked at my mother with despair. “If I can’t ride the trails, I’ll be stuck riding in the ring and in the fields. The fields have dangerous woodchuck holes in them and the ring won’t satisfy Roger for too long.” “Who’s Roger?” Hap asked. “My grandmother gave names to the horses that you might find a bit odd,” my mother said with a grin. “Roger is our prize gelding. He’s

Z’ver, Konstantin’s massive black stallion, is standing near the front of the pack, having been found running wild along the tree line earlier. He looks as untamed and dangerous as his master, his coat sleek despite the rain. Sofia leads me toward a smaller gray mare, her voice dropping to a low, vicious whisper right against my ear. “Get up on the horse, Evangeline. Don’t make a scene in front of these barbarians.” I reach for the saddle, my fingers numb and coated in dark mud. I try to place my foot in the stirrup, but the moment I lift my weight, the muscles in my back tear at the fresh scabs.

She goes on to explain exactly why that is and Everly soaks it all in, happy to learn as much as she can about the horses. There are four more horses in the pasture. We’re familiar with three of them, having met them before when we came to visit. Lucy and Ethel are a bonded pair of draft horses living out their golden years being spoiled rotten by Aunt Kim. Like Baldur, they were Amish buggy horses, worked to the bone and tossed aside once they couldn’t perform their job anymore.

" Then, that's definitely not! What happened!" " God!! Why didn't you stop me??!!" " I couldn't help myself!!... I mean I was too late." " God! I made out with a freaking horse!!! Can today get any worse?!?!!!" " If it makes you feel any better, it was a very attractive Silver horse. " " If it makes you feel any better, would you like your funeral to be held today??!!" " * Chuckles* If it means the last thing I see is your adorable face, then I wouldn't mind at all."