Novel & Cerita Slow Horses

Pedro asked. “He will come for us too," Elijah replied and all of a sudden his throat felt dry. * I am so fucking exhausted but honestly it's quite fun doing this. All the horses seemed to like me, especially Speedy and I can't remember how many times I have pet him. Such a beautiful creature. And oh their dungs ain't as bad as Marcel made it to be. They ain't as stinky as those of dogs and cats but damn they are big. Like very massive and thick!!

 ~CASSANDRA~ I was dragged by the horse of those mentally ill people. What kind of men treat a lady like this? I will make sure they go in for making me go through this. My wrist was hurting so badly because the rope was tightly tied, I'm already weak from walking and it's night fall already. They were moving slowly, I mean the horses.... well they are the ones that control the horses. I can feel my wrist on fire, it's hurting badly and my legs swollen from walking.

His voice was so smooth and clear, it was mesmerizing that I almost melted. "How rude of us! Allow us to introduce ourselves first," stated the she-centaur. "My name is Dalisay. I am an Anggitay; half woman, half horse. My blessing to you is a horse's stamina and speed. Who will accept this blessing?" she continued. Without a second thought, I shoved Lowan in front of her. "Understood," Dalisay said as she bent down and touched Lowan's forehead with her pearly white horn. Her horn emitted a radiant glow that enveloped Lowan for a few seconds until his body absorbed it.

The horses strung out under the moonlight in a long line, trotting easily. They were well past the hacienda, and the night seemed so peaceful that Newt began to relax a little. After all, the Captain and Pea and the others had done such things many times. It was just a night’s work, and one that would soon be over. Newt wasn’t tired, and as he became less scared he began to imagine how gratifying it would be to ride into Lonesome Dove with such a large herd of horses. Everyone who saw them ride in would realize that he was now a man—even

'Welcome, sir,' 'Uhm, the animals are looking good.' 'Yes, it's their free day.' 'Won't the animals escape? Like those horses are straying away.' I said, pointing to some horses running off. 'Horses have a high sense of loyalty. No matter how far they wander, they will always return to their master, especially when they are treated well.' He replied smilingly. 'And, there are fences around, didn't you pass a gate?' The woman chipped in with a nasty tone, eyeing my outfit with disdain.

Cheryl praised, hugging the horse's neck. Rusty was an intelligent horse. He recognized Cheryl immediately, even though they had only met once before. Another horse might have thrown her off in this situation because they felt uncomfortable, but not Rusty. He continued to move calmly. His legs moved fast, but his body remained steady. However, there was one thing Cheryl didn't realize. There was a hole and a tree branch blocking their path. Rusty lost control. He stumbled and fell to the ground. Cheryl was thrown off, rolling several times until her back hit the grapevine fence. Her head hit a stone, causing her to wince in pain. But it wasn't her head that was the problem; it was Rusty who

I don't understand why he can't accept her. I walked towards the huge mass building and picked a horse. Night, a rare breed horse noted for its speed, strength and agility. "My Lord, you look upset by this time of the day, I hope all is well," Oscar, the manager of the building, walked up to me. "I am fine. I just need to clear my head and Night is the right horse to knock some senses back to me," I said nonchalantly as I got on the horse. "Please be careful, my Lord," he bowed and returned back to business. I lashed at the horse and it neighed running towards the mountains.

There were horses that ran freely with long, shiny manes—two red and one midnight black. “Yeah.” “What are their names?” “Tennessee, the black one. Dutch Warmblood. Alaska is Akhal-Teke, and Cascade, the long-haired Arabian horse.” “They are beautiful.” “But high maintenance than me.” He chuckled. We sat on the couch, facing the beautiful view. I couldn’t help but sigh, grateful for how my contract marriage gave me peace of mind. “You okay?” He looked at me. I nodded, unable to form a word. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. Then he planted a kiss on top of my head, and then we watched the view in silence.

“He’s dangerous.” “Do you have any info on him?” I stop next to the pen, watching the horse pace back and forth. The horse isn’t in the best condition, but he’s still strikingly gorgeous. Tall, jet black, with only a tiny band of white around his back hooves, he reminds me of Phoenix. “He’s a thoroughbred?”