Spirit: Stallion Of The Cimarron Little Creek Novels & Stories

The news was not good. Mack approached just as the young man got back on the horse. “Magnificent horse. Does she have a name.” he asked. “Thank you. Her name is Animae. It means soul.” The young man said. “I should probably water her before I put her in the trailer.” He said turning the horse away and taking her to the back through some trees.

A team was moving fast between Crow City and Nightingale City. The Spirit Cage was a retro world. So, there were no high-tech vehicles that existed in the real world, but only the most primitive means of transport. The cart was pulled by a kind of animal named the Foal Beast. It was docile, strong, and fast. Once tamed, it would be very obedient. David was in one of the carriages. With his image and strength, he passed the screening easily.

A tall, chestnut mare poked her head out, curious eyes studying me. Marion chuckled, resting his arm casually along the stall door. “Not half a ranch. Just enough to keep me entertained when I was younger.” He tilted his head. “Do you ride?” I smirked, meeting his gaze with a raised brow. “I’m Mexican, Marion. Horses are in our blood.” His grin widened, boyish and utterly disarming. “Wildfire, I think you just found another way to make me fall harder.” Rolling my eyes at his dramatics, I slipped into the stall, stroking the mare’s muzzle. She nickered softly, leaning into my touch. “She likes me.”

I say my goodbyes to Makkan and my mother before I head outside, making my way to the stables. I smile as I look at the big black stallion, already in the field. "Hey, spirit." I shout out his name. His ears prick up to my voice as he gallops over to me. "Hey, spirit. How about me and you take a beautiful princess for a ride?" I laugh as he nuzzles his head into me. I'm sure this boy is half-human. Or maybe half Altundral. I saddle him up and tie the picnic basket to his side.

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and by the next morning, I could finally borrow a horse to take into town. She was a sweet, chestnut-colored mare with big, curious eyes and a habit of nudging my back like she expected me to sneak her a treat. I had no idea what her name was, but she felt like a Daisy, so that’s what I called her as we made our way down the winding dirt road toward Dusty Creek.

Some of us learn and be careful in facing the next challenges, but most of us repeat some blunders and repent. Vicky wanted to help that family when no one was ready to speak about them. "Why you are supporting that family even though they have snatched everything from you?" All of them got ready to search the whole woods for the lost horse. It was only Vicky who stood his point of view. Vicky was with his uncle in search of his lost horse in the woods. "Where it could be?" By the evening, they found the horse and returned home. His uncle did not believe that Vicky was a great help to him. He did not want to share the property that genuinely belonged to Vicky.

“This one’s Shadowfax. He’s the calmest of the three, but don’t let that fool you. He’s got the spirit of a warrior.” “He’s also the most stubborn,” Levi chimes in, a fond smile on his face as he gestures to the gleaming white mare. “This one is Stardust. She’s all grace and elegance, but she’s got a mischievous streak. She’ll test your patience, but she’ll reward you with loyalty that’s second to none.”

A stone fireplace climbed one wall and a painting of a proud stallion hung over the mantle. "El Matador," Rafe told her when he saw what she studied. "In addition to cattle, Emilio breeds top quality quarter horses. El Matador is a prized stud. Brings in top dollar for cover fees." Bree felt as if he spoke to her in a foreign language. She knew so little about this area beyond its cultural history. Certainly, she hadn't been a fan of Westerns or immersed herself in the lore of the cowboy. Maybe that's why Rafe's larger than life presence affected her so strongly. And maybe she should have done a little studying about the place, before she got in her rental car to drive here.