Randolph Scott's Horse Novels & Stories

**** 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.

To which she’d said easily “Cody let me decide what I can pay okay, you get us the best there is. I’ll worry about paying the bill.” They had the top of the line, goose neck horse trailers that carried six horses each, he’d picked out ten horses and she wanted the two others Cody had liked. But two caught her attention, and Cody said “Their high dollar horse’s they’ve won races before. The owner is going bankrupt, mismanagement of their ranch, so their having to sell.” She leaned forward and whispered something into his ear his eyes got huge, but he nodded that he understood. When the auction got started, she sat next to Cody and her father, Grant himself sat behind them.

“Rican, I was distracted for a moment today. I accidentally fell off my horse. It was not on purpose, and it was the same back then. It was not my idea. It was my mother and the others. They…” “The past is over.” He sounded a little impatient. I didn’t dare to speak again. We waited silently for the medical staff to come over. Trevor’s POV: Ailina chooser red pony. On the pony’s forehead, there was a white lightning shape, which looked imposing. She smiled and said, “This horse looked so handsome. I want to choose this one.” Everyone laughed at her for choosing the weakest one. The staff member said, “Miss Wilson, the horse looked quite imposing. But to be honest, it is a very weak horse. La

The dogs began sprinting through the open field with the dead animal dragging behind them, their tongues hanging out. He got on the horse first before helping me up. A few minutes into the ride, I asked his pets’ name, but Rhys refused to tell me, saying I had to earn it. I wondered what that meant. A handful of guards were waiting outside the building when we returned. Rhys got off the horse and went straight to his dogs to give them treats. It was obvious he treated them better than he treated humans. Two of the men were already taking the boar to the back area.

Dressed in a cream wrap around summer dress and with long, chocolate coloured hair against ivory skin, she is the soft of woman whose sole experience of pimples is to walk by the tubes of Clearasil in Superdrug’s. Yet, here she is, making blatant eyes at Scott, unbelievable. As she returns with his change and hands it back to him with an amorous smile, something else strikes me that’s also unbelievable. Scott’s smiling back, holding her gaze. Shit, he’s flirting. After what feels like an eternity, he turns to me. “Have you had a good day?” I snap out of my trance. “I have. Not as good as yours, though. When did you become an expert on horses and racing?”

Randy offered a warm smile before turning his full attention back to the man who somehow managed to command every breath around him without even trying. “Midnight?” Viktor nodded once. The man disappeared back into the house. Viktor followed a moment after, leaving me standing alone, taking my surrounding all in once more. A minute later, they both returned, each leading a horse. Randy held a sleek black one, and Viktor led a stunning white one. Both animals were majestic in their way. For the first time in a long while, something pulled my attention away from my devastatingly handsome Alpha. But not for long.

He’s well taken care of, and when I’m busy touring the world, a few girls who come to the barn for riding lessons brush him and feed him way too many treats. Marcy texts me back only a minute later, while I’m still standing in front of the fridge looking at the vast array of food but not able to decide what to make. Spartan is doing just fine, and she adds a picture of him being loved on by three little girls. I feel a tug on my heart, missing my big beast. He’s a character in my series, though unlike the fictional Spartan, my real-life horse doesn’t have magical powers.

I looked at the cloudy sky and said, "The heat is almost going now. He'll be fine." Alpha Zackery thought for a while and said, "OK. I've already summoned my physician to bring him to us. And, you can take my horse with you." A soldier walked towards us with a giant white horse with golden manes. Alpha Zackery patted his neck and said, "His name is Blanco. He's a bit shy, but he's a very good horse." The horse quietly stroked his head against Alpha Zackery's hand. I wanted to pet him, but he snorted alertly and stepped back a bit. I sensed that he didn't want me to get closer to him.

A light breeze stirred the fine hairs that had come loose from her pins, and Kit felt more alive than she had for half a moon’s phase. Reeve rode behind her, his horse tromping through the leaves, not as delicate as sweet Belle. A large chestnut stallion, named Red—clearly a suggestion from Reeve’s grandfather who preferred obvious names—the horse did exactly as his rider instructed, which was no surprise to Kit since Reeve had proven himself a horse whisperer the first time she’d visited the barn with him.

Aldrich pinched Rian's cheeks. The last time when we came for horse riding, Rian cried to ride the horse alone but Aldrich didn't allow him as he is very small but he promised his son to bring one special horse for him. Aldrich then picked out a small remote from his back pocket and pressed one button. A wooden small horse came running towards us that was looking real with hairs on its back and a long tail. Rian became so excited that he balled his palms in tight fists and screamed "Yayyyy" at the top of his lungs.