Trevor Henderson Horse Novels & Stories

She looked like an excited child as I led her out of the stables, leading the two horses I had chosen for us. My jet-black Arab stallion, Morningstar and a cute palomino Arab mare, called Sunshine. It was clear Angelique had never been around horses before, but she seemed to have an instinct with them and soon had both animals demanding her attention for nose and ear rubs. I showed her how to hold the reins, grab the saddle and swing herself onto Sunshine's back. I was impressed when it only took her two attempts to manage it. We set off at a steady walk, and Angelique soon found her seat as I picked up the pace and the horses began to trot. She was so beautiful, laughing with delight as I u

I ask him, it’s the polite thing to do, not that he looks like he needs it with his immaculate, white Polo T-shirt all logo’d up and his fawn chinos. “Nah, I’m good, just doing my good deed for the evening. Be safe whatever it is you’re up to. By the way my name is Henderson, look me up when you’re next back on the island, I know how to show you a good time.” Cheeky fucker, he’s only around nineteen, no doubt he’s had his dick in more girls than I’ve had hot dinners and relishes in being their center of attention. Why not? He’s got the looks, sandy colored hair, falling over his eyes and a grin that takes up his entire face with white Hollywood teeth. Some kind of trust fund kid, I’ll bet.

My wolf perked his ears forward, his golden eyes scanning each horse with mild approval. They’re calm tonight, he noted, his voice low and content. Good. At the far end stood Storm, a sleek black stallion with a thick mane and a white blaze running down his long nose. He lifted his head when he saw us, ears flicking forward, and stamped his hooves softly on the straw-covered ground. Henry let go of my hand and ran forward, his little feet thudding against the wooden floor. He stopped just short of the stall door, gripping the wood with his tiny fingers. “Hi, Storm,” he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement.

Hector said from behind her. They then got a horse for Hector. A brown one named Phoenix. She was taught to saddlle her horse and how to care for him. Hector who was the son of a Roman soldier had been taught this during his childhood and was already quite competent in doing so. He was simply there for support. "Alright Lady Vitatrix its time for you to learn how to ride him." Cato announced. Trix suddenly grew nervous. She has never ridden a horse this big. She had ridden ponies and donkeys but not a war horse.

"How in the blue hell do you expect me to mount this horse?" I chuckled, "This thing's dick is level with my head!" "That's my boy, Hades," Zeus corrected while patting the horse, "He's my Clydesdale. This is Artemis, an Irish Draught. I won them in a card game in Scotland." I shook my head in disbelief, "She's nearly as massive as Hades." "Calm down," Zeus spanked me. "Uh!" I yelped.

Trevor nodded. “I went to great lengths to catch the pet. He’s rumored to be a hellhound, but he has quite the temper. It took a while to tame him.” I fell into contemplation. “But he seems decent enough to me. Yes, he has a big appetite, but I can afford the grocery bill.” Trevor looked at me in surprise. “There’s no way you could have housebroken him in just a few days. I suffered quite a few bites just to teach him to go potty.”

Thomas said, with a smirk. “I’m naming him Comet,” Asher said, and the horse snorted again. He led the horse out of the corral, and took him to the barn. He stopped on the outside, letting the horse drink, all the while talking to him. The horse rubbed his head against Asher’s head, as everyone watched in rapt fascination, as one of the other hands took the leading rope, and led the horse inside. “You’ve still got the touch,” Blair said, flicking the stem of grass from his fingers.

Wendy said, "That's impossible. We've been away from the Hughes clan for more than 20 years. Even if the horse were still alive, it would have turned old. "This horse looks young and strong. I heard it came from Mount Nix. He might be Ms. Frost's old horse's son or grandson." Victoria inched closer to the black horse. Suddenly, the horse stood up and shook its head. The horse grunted loudly. It felt like the horse was irritated and giving them a warning. The subordinates from the Chadler family were frightened. "Ms. Victoria, this horse is untamed. Be careful not to get hurt!" However, Victoria felt like the situation was quite interesting.

Not to mention the difficulties in the speed of the various steers and the ability to hook both horns and feet—without missing. Channing leaned forward when she saw Trevor and Edgard in the holding pens, working their ropes, circling the area on their individual quarter horses. Finally, it was their turn. The rodeo announcer said, “Next up, Edgard Mancuso and Trevor Glanzer. Trevor is currently twelfth in the standings, down from his high point of third last month. These guys have had a run of bad luck lately.

A while later, she came with a neat rag and some water in a bowl. "It isn't as awful as I thought." She said, "And it's weird, there isn't a sign of injury there. I saw it a while ago and you look…" "I'm fine," Trevor grunted, shoving her off. He gritted his teeth and tightened his hands into fists as his need for blood intensified. He didn't want to kill her. He didn't want to have another innocent blood on his hand. Yet, he couldn't help himself. He stalked towards Casey and grasped her head.