Slow Horses Novels & Stories

How am I supposed to ride like this? "You're a good girl, aren't you, Lola?" I pet the gentle beast and hope she won't fail me. I know she has quite the temper and I curse Tom for picking these two horses for a first ride. Or it wasn't on purpose? Hector and Lola are the star couple in our stables, so I guess that's why Tom brought the two of them. I realise I'm taking more time than I should just to pet and pray not to fall from Lola. And now that my slacks are more... comfortable I finally hop on the horse and... nothing! She stays still and I calm down a little. I whistle and the horses start a slow trot.

Rah followed her to help her choose a good horse for her journey. As they entered the stables, almost all the horses became hyper-active and started getting extremely restless in her company. "She is good," Rah pointed at a grey horse. "No..." Mila spoke as she looked at the horse. "Why do werewolves travel on horses, when you know," Rah trailed off. "When we can transform and run as fast or even faster?" Mila laughed. "Well, yeah!" Rah laughed too awkwardly. "This one," Mila spoke as she caressed the muzzle of a greyish-white horse and placed her forehead against his. "Vires Celeritas," she whispered to it and the horse jumped on his hind legs and neighed loudly.

They spent almost a day's travel past the Dark Forest before David relaxed. He made their traveling days shorter and went easier on the wild mares. David restrains the two horses according to their need and in no time they are galloping it. Unlike natural flocks, these mares were every color, shape, and size. The only thing each had in common was the halter it wore on its head for easy catching.

If there was one thing this group was good at, it was acting dumb. The others were nervous, but at this point we were all suffering from anxiety and fatigue, and were too exhausted to panic properly. “Ah hope they ain’t psychos too,” muttered Flossie. “It’ll be fine,” said Dudley. “Yeah, fine, fine,” added Maurice. As we got closer, the first thing that became apparent was the difference between the horses. The two pulling the wagon were small and black, shuffling along with heads drooped. The one with the rider was a golden tan colour with a glorious white mane, and cantered along with its head held high. Even from a distance, its movement looked impressive.

**** 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.

He grunted with pain laying on the ground and Helia snorted a laugh at his expense whilst she reigned the horse. Eyes flashing angrily, Kendrick readjusted his 'kilt' and growled, "Damn you, Hershel! Why the Hell did you move?!" He winced with pain and threw up his hands, "Oh forget it! I'm walking!" "Just...try again." Helia said with a tinge of laughter in her voice. "Can't we just walk there?" he implored. Helia rolled her eyes, "Yes...but we humans don't have a half mile stride so we ride horses because they are faster."

"That white horse. He's unique. He likes playing in the snow and pretending to sleep." "So, he's not sick?" The handsome boy chuckled. "No. Some horses are strange. Like Grandpa Hunt's horse, Hasty, he's so naughty that we called him a crazy horse. But he's healthy." Emily looked back for a moment. Casper had gotten back up. It was sniffing the snow with his nose. When Emily turned back to face the front, Cayden had bowed. The boy took her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Oh, luckily, your coat is long and waterproof. Your pants didn't get wet." Cayden shook out Emily's clothes, dusting them off the snow.

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.

I just smiled and then we kept walking then we saw the stable. There were four horses in it, I was drawn immediately to the dark horse, something about it was comforting,I moved closer to her and touched her, she let me, like she also felt it too. I was busy with Nyx,(the dark horse), I didn't notice Summer was already speaking to the white horse. "Snow, that's her name, she's just so pure",. summer said. Touching the dark horse "Nyx, I I'll call her Nyx" I said, leaning in such a way that my forehead was resting on Nyx' body.

“ your name is Bell?” The horse shook his head no. He stood quiet for moment. He walked over to BoldR and tugged on his belt. “Belt?” Cassia asked again. The horse pawed the ground and snorted at the ground. Cassia looked where he pawed. The shape he pawed looked like the letter A. “Belt A?” Cassia pieced the words slowly together. The horse stood quietly again as if to think. He began to look around for bit. He then walked over to the vine hanging from the tree. He nibbled a piece off and it fell to the ground. He picked it up in his mouth and brought it over to the road. He dropped the vine to the ground and began moving it around with his mussel. He picked up his head and stared for a mom