Trevor Henderson Horse Novels & Stories

Her cries got louder and louder, to the point they made me annoyed. “Stop crying!” I said as I rubbed an ice cube to numb the area, to prevent anymore bleeding and treated her wound before wrapping a bandage around her ankle. Muffled sobs were coming from her lips all the time and her body was lightly trembling. I gave Luca the first aid kit while scoffing at his frowned forehead and pitiful eyes. I dismissed him and turned around to face my wild horse. Soon to be my wild horse.

River and Gerald walked back toward us. “My name is Gerald. Are you her husband?” Gerald asked and gestured to me. “Yes, I am. My name is River. I'll probably be the one working with those two the most,” River said. “Well, you calmed Blazer down pretty quickly. Blazer is my racing horse. He is still young, and I think he could still do great, but the fire really messed him up. The other one is Chief. Chief is my cutting horse,” Gerald said. “I’m rather impressed by how quickly you calmed him down.” Gerald’s voice held surprise and awe. “Blazer is the worst one. I’m sorry about that, Dallas.”

Eva said but the look on her face told me that she was uncomfortable with the man's stare. “Dude, she's not interested. Just show us the horses.” I set it straight to Trevor before he could make any moves on her. He scowled at me. After handpicking one black stallion and a beautiful female white horse–perks of being the ranch owner's friend–Trevor had us saddled, his signature scowl never leaving his face. “Thanks, dude,” I told him, but a grunt was all I received in return before he stormed off.

she asked beaming up with smile “yes, which would you like to ride" Todd asked looking around the ranch at the different types of horses available “the big brown one" Amber said pointing to a brown horse in the stall, she walked closer, her mouth opened as she gawker at the horse, the horse was beautiful, the brown colour seems shine and the small black tint at the end of the horse's mane made it look more beautiful. The ranch attendant who was in one of the horse’s stall peeped out and said

as if it's a soldier waiting for orders. I shove my hand inside his boxers and pulled out his d**k....a gasp almost leave my mouth at its sight. God! Is this a d**k or a mountain?! It's so fat...long...it should be 10 inches. "A-angel..." He clears his throat. "W-what are...you...you... doing...." He stutters. I giggled silently... Andre stuttering...this is something new. It means I've got him! Cheers to me!

“That’s right. And you can’t hold the food in a sack between you and him on the way back.” She held her hand out to Jake. “The sooner we go, the sooner you can come back and take another bath. Then we’ll let them have it.” He did enjoy the fact that she was willing to play along with his scheme. He took her hand and put his foot in the stirrup. He didn’t get on Bossy the first time but he succeeded in his second attempt. He struggled to find adequate balance and finally settled into a comfortable position. “Now you two don’t have to hurry back on our account,” Trevor called out as Sue urged the horse forward.

His hair was silver, but his shoulders were still broad and powerful. "I... I didn't mean to," Liam stammered, his heart a frantic drum. "He spooked at the fence. I tried to hold him." "You tried," Mr. Blackwood repeated, his voice dripping with scorn. He turned around. His eyes were a pale, icy grey, and they locked onto Liam with an unnerving intensity. "You were showing off. Riding him too hard in the cold ground. Now he has a bowed tendon. The vet says his racing career is over. He was worth a million dollars as a stud."

"How are you feeling today?" "M-much better." She blushed lightly. "Thank you." I moved to the front and held the reigns. When Trevor moved his head forward, Heather moved back in shock. "Are you scared of horses?" I asked, a little amused by her reaction. "No. I wasn't expecting it to move so suddenly." "Do you want to pet him?" "No, thanks, your Majesty." "Come on. He won't bite you." She hesitated before reaching out with a trembling hand. When Trevor moved again, she quickly withdrew her hand and stared at him with wide eyes.

he reassured her but even as she looked into the black horse’s marbles eyes, she was scared. “I don’t think so, she doesn’t look like she likes me very much” she teased. “Nah… she’s just not used to strangers that’s all. Thunder you’re not a bad girl right?” Leonardo spoke to his horse a little more, the more he spoke the more exited the horse got. “So what kind of horse is she?” “She’s a black stallion, Texan bred-Arabian. Her previous owner lost all his money due to some gambling debt. When Thunder’s mother was sold, there was no place for her to go”

He backed the horse he had chosen and then added a £1000 bet on the little chestnut, he was called Fiery Sunset and it suited him. The little horse danced along to the starting line his tail held high ready for the challenge, unafraid and eager to get going. He had a big heart too, jumping the huge Aintree jumps he kept well away from the others and one by one the other horses fell away. There was a leading pack of about ten horses and he was in sixth place coming round the bend for the last lap. He jumped valiantly still keeping his distance from the others and like a scene from a Disney movie he began to catch the leaders up. With five jumps remaining he moved up to fourth place but it wa