Slow Horses Novels & Stories

I kept my steps light as I crept past them. Chestnut. I needed Chestnut. My favorite horse, loyal and swift, with a warm brown coat that shone even in the dullest light. She was always calm, always steady under my touch. I found her at the far end of the stables, standing quietly in her stall. She lifted her head when she saw me, her large, dark eyes gleaming with recognition.

For a second, a wave of nostalgia washed over Mirena. Once, she'd visited stables similar to this on a daily basis. Bringing her steps to a slow stop, Mirena drew her gaze from one horse to another. The Horses in question stamped and snorted from their enclosures, muscles rippling beneath glossy coats as if asking to be picked. She didn't move immediately, didn't pick hastily, after all, if there's one thing she'd learnt, it was that winning wasn’t just about skill. It was about partnership.

It looks incredibly amazing, but it feels peaceful because there ain't a single soul around us for miles. Cairo walks us past the pool and stops in front of a beautiful, white horse that's already saddled up and waiting by the fence. "This is Breeze. He's an Andalusian. Strong legs, smooth stride, and he can run faster than anything you've seen if you let him out." "Wait. Did you say 'he'? I thought all pretty white horses in movies were females." "Yeah, the exact same way you thought you were gonna ride alone today. You've got a lot to learn, sweetheart."

Those simple sentences kept echoing in Emmett's mind. All at once, it felt like he had been cursed. Those words echoed in his mind so much that a sharp pain spread across his forehead. The immense pain left him devoid of any strength. With a loud thud, his phone fell and slammed onto the table. Unfortunately, Emmett had tied the candlesticks with thin threads to ensure an even distance between each. One candlestick fell, pulling on the threads and causing the others to fall over, too. Hot flames spread onto the dead leaves and feathers on the ground. It then traveled toward the wooden dominoes.

“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?”

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.

He has to nod slightly and pull back a circle: "I think it's just two laps. Now they all advocate caring for small animals. Matthew is tired after running three laps. What do you think?" Say that finish, cool summer looked up at the two huge fat purplish red horses they had chosen. The horses kicked their hooves and hummed twice, obviously not satisfied with the setting of "small animals". Cool summer hurriedly hang down his head, dark feel oneself find this excuse is too blind. But Su Lixin replied: "OK, then two laps." Therefore, a blind cat can meet a dead mouse.

The five already started rolling out while Adam and I are still on the same spot. He lent his eyes to me. At first, I was hesitant. Thinking I might fall, there’s something inside me that doesn’t want to grab it. However, in the end, I still accepted his hands as Adam assisted me in sitting on it with him. The horse made a sound, causing me to shriek and panic while it was moving. “Don’t move too much. I got you,” he muttered. The other five are ahead of us. We’re already on the farm, just strolling around with the worker whom they are with.

I finally replied and with a smile, he took off his hat as he two boys brought out two horses from a stable. The first horse emerged, a majestic brown creature with a scar tracing down its face and adorning its legs. A distinctive white strip adorned its tail, accentuated by streaks of black. As it ambled into view, its mane, a rich brown hue, swayed with each leisurely step. The horse's eyes lazily fixed on me, and its lashes fluttered rhythmically, warding off the persistent flies that buzzed around.

I laughed once more at her bluntness and then neither of us said anything for the rest of the trip. Thirty minutes later, after leaving behind several farms and ranches and going through a road with enough potholes to destroy the suspension of a compact car, we were passing through the majestic wrought iron gate where you could read the word Eden in the center of it. Excited beyond measure, I saw several pens with cows, bulls, pigs and horses grazing and freely ruminating. A large chicken coop stood proudly a few feet from the stables, letting us hear a cacophony of sounds.