Someday Stables Novels & Stories

“You’ll stay in the barn. You’ll find place in the barn for yourself. Not uncomfortable. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.” Samnom nodded. “What do I need to do today?” “I’ll ask the lady of the manor,” smiled Lored. “See what she wants doing now that we got some hired help.” “Very well.” Samnom thanked Lored again and then headed into the barn where he found the place Lored had referred to. It was comfortable enough for him. He put down his carry bag and looked around. The barn was filled with the usual tools. There were two stables which he would later learn were for a cow and a horse which had been let out to graze. There were some tools he could use for smith’s work if necessary. He fin

I can tell she's hesitant to give me any information. "Stacy." I give her my most reassuring smile. "Hi, Stacy, I'm Cassidy and this is,," I point to the obnoxious buffoon standing next to me, "Alex. We're having a little disagreement that needs to be settled. Would you mind weighing in on the matter?"

Carter loved working with the horses, so he stayed busy. Satan and Midnight were doing well, and for stallions that was saying something. He'd boarded a couple of mares to be bred, and that was happening tomorrow. He'd sent a ranch hand after some supplies earlier when he saw Lauren leave with the baby.

Not with all those wolves around. Layton also told Esme that Stephanie was also there with Suki at the stables. Either Kobe is imagining things or Swifty is actually here. I follow Kobe, now needing to know myself. Esme and Layton spent their lives caring for those horses. We have as well. They allow families to ride and run together. “It’s best to check.” Kobe tells me. We ran a short distance. Then my heart races. Oh, my goddess. Swifty is here. “The stables, get to the stables!” Esme screams at me.

Not seeing Brad, I march out the door before he decides to stop me. Strolling around the grounds, I find myself approaching the stables and not knowing what to do with myself. Mable is dead, now I have to pick from one of the many in the stables to be my new riding companion. I look around, not finding one that immediately calls out to me.

He was always there at this hour, moving through the stables with that quiet efficiency that reminded her of. She stopped that thought before it could finish. The stable door was open. Morning light slanted through in long golden bars. She could hear the soft sounds of horses shifting in their stalls and the rhythmic brush of something being worked over and over. She stepped inside. Edmund was with the grey mare again. Silver. He'd told her the horse's name yesterday. Told her about how Silver had been retired from the royal carriages five years ago and now spent her days being pampered and spoiled.

She almost snickered that the horses were more highborn than her. A symphony of earthy scents, the aroma of fresh hay, musky leather, and horse shit hit them as they entered the stables. They were welcomed with the rhythmic sounds of hooves striking the earth and gentle whinnies. The stable boys greeted them swiftly, anxiously as they bowed to the king and Blatir before racing towards the horse stalls.

A normal day at Calloway Cattle Ranch involved nomadic cowhands and ranch hands herding the cows out to new pastures all day, workers that operated the dairy and those that were in charge of animal care and the likes. Most of the ranch hands slept in the ranch bunkhouse, a gentrified redbrick building that sat further up the hill Mentor walked towards the large stable, having handed off his daughter to a trusted worker who was wager to give her a tour. The stable held a total of thirty-four stalls and twenty-nine horses, with seventeen lined on either side of the wide longitudinal walk path.

But there was something about the way he looked at me now—steady, intent like he would not take no for an answer— that made it impossible to refuse. “Of course,” I said, closing the book and rising to my feet. He led me to the stables where two horses were already been saddled by a young boy who seemed far content to pay them mind than look at us, the scent of hay and leather filled the air as the horses shifted in their stalls. I stood by one of the stall, admiring the horses alpha Cormac’s mount, a striking black stallion, that pawed at the ground impatiently. "His name is Hades" he mumbled running his hands through the mane, I nodded but my gaze was drawn to the smaller horse

Sophia went to the stables which was a place that no matter where you went or on any farm or ranch was always the same. The layout might be slightly different but the day to day activities in it was the same. Sophia knew exactly what to do without being told where anything was. She smiled to herself and then began collecting the buckets from the stalls and then filling them up with either water or feed. She could see the ones that they had the more specialized diets for and though she didn’t know exactly what it was she could guess.