Randolph Scott's Horse Novels & Stories

" 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."

Our horses trotted over the cobblestones, as the path beneath us turned from the thin, travel-worn path of packed earth to paved road. We were silent as we approached, each of us mutely thinking of what had happened and what was still to come. Scott’s chains clinked behind me, every sound a reminder that he still breathed. Occasionally, a low moan of pain was emitted from where he was slung, bound and unmoving on across the horse’s backside like a bag of feed. He was laid out across the back of Logan’s horse, and Logan proceeded onward without ever acknowledging the wordless complaints from his travel companion. If anything, the sounds of Scott’s pain seemed to please him for the miles it to

“I would like to show you if you come to my country. You will enjoy riding them.” “Thank you, sir,” Andry bowed. “Choose a horse, please.” He added, pointing at the five animals in front of him. “Mm. “ the king pretended to think and stared at the golden-haired male, a small smirk at the corner of his lips. “I would like you to choose one for me. The best one.” “The best?” Andry smiled. “This one,” He did not hesitate to point at a gorgeous black horse. “It is a purebred Arabic, her name is Scarlett. She is a female.”

"But Silas is my favorite." "Any special reason?" "It was difficult for anyone to ride him. He was a wild one. But I tamed him. You know, he was a challenge and I love challenges," he replied, watching me with those dark electric blue eyes. Of course, he did. I shook my head. "So these two are yours. And them?" I jutted my chin towards the other ones. Coming beside me, he wrapped an arm around my waist. "One is uncle Andrew's, the red horse is Aunt Maggie's, and the white one, it's Liam's."

I press my forehead against the horse's warm body, hesitating to mount. Being a former White, there are so many things I can do—things that were added to all the White children’s curriculum—and horse riding is one of them. But since it’s Saturn’s hobby, and I’ve watched the girl ride so many times, I can’t help being reminded about her. “We’re back here again, hoppy,” I mumble while gently hitting my head against the horse. Hoppy is Saturn’s horse, and this one looks close to Hoppy. The loud hoot of an owl scares me; causes me to whip my head toward the woods, nervous eyes scanning the trees.

Beth replied, "See what?" Sunny pointed excitedly at the horse in the water and said, "Look! Over there!" Toby replied, "I see nothing!" ___ And just like that, the pale white horse disappeared. __ Sunny explained that she had seen a pale white horse in the water. Toby looked shocked as he said, "Legend has it that the dam was named after a settler's horse named Pretty Boy."

She said again making Aaron sigh afterward. "Okay... I won't force you." ... At the entrance lobby, Aaron approaching Hai Rin who is waiting for him. "Hey, Rin.." "Andy..! Let's go," she said happily. When they walk out of the automatic entrance glass door, Aaron looks at Hai Rin with a surprised look. "He's been missing you. Let's take a ride with him." Hai Rin said and patting on Lucas's neck. Lucas is a black Arabians breed horse that Aaron found years ago. He adopts the horse and keeps it in the resort back then. He thought that it's inconvenient to bring the horse to the mansion where he lives at that time.

“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.”

Chapter 175: New Student "Oh, for fuck's sake," Anna muttered under her breath as she jerked the cinch tightly around the tall red roan she was saddling. "Everything okay?" Her brother Ross was leading a small odd colored pinto out of the barn. Anna squeezed her eyes shut, as though that would erase the image of Angus McGregor in all his glory that was burned into her consciousness like a cattle brand. "Yeah, the stupid horse won't stand still," she lied.

He led us straight to the truck, big and sturdy, with a long flatbed at the back. The driver, a rough-looking man with sunburnt arms and an old cigarette tucked behind his ear, stepped out to help. Together, the three of them—Ralph, Aaron, and the driver—worked to get Varion onto the back of the truck. The horse was calm now, almost regal as he climbed up. Once settled, Aaron climbed in beside him, sitting tall but strangely soft—like some lost royal in a strange realm, a damn fantasy prince shoved into a human world that didn’t know what to do with him.