Trevor Henderson Horse Novels & Stories

"Ted lost one of its eyes. Can it be tamed?" "We can try." "How about riding two rounds?" Jayden asked eagerly. "Pick a horse," Russell said. Geovanni was an expert in horsemanship. He was modest to say that he liked horsemanship in front of Gloria. He participated in amateur horsemanship competitions a few years ago and even won awards. Geovanni had a glance at the horses in the stable and knew which ones were more suitable for the competition. Soon, he picked a red horse. That horse was the only one among these horses which had won the championship.

“Rican, I was distracted for a moment today. I accidentally fell off my horse. It was not on purpose, and it was the same back then. It was not my idea. It was my mother and the others. They…” “The past is over.” He sounded a little impatient. I didn’t dare to speak again. We waited silently for the medical staff to come over. Trevor’s POV: Ailina chooser red pony. On the pony’s forehead, there was a white lightning shape, which looked imposing. She smiled and said, “This horse looked so handsome. I want to choose this one.” Everyone laughed at her for choosing the weakest one. The staff member said, “Miss Wilson, the horse looked quite imposing. But to be honest, it is a very weak horse. La

He replied. We were joined by Jeremy and unfortunately by Wendy. Did she have to be here? “Dahlia, what a pleasant surprise.” Jeremy said with a warm smile. “Wish I could say same, what horse are you going for this time, Ares?” Wendy asked. “The black stallion of course.” He replied.

He told me he owned the whole area, even across the street, and that there were fences just along the property line, which was nowhere close to us. Doug, the rancher, led us onto his property and past his house to a barn, where the horse noises grew louder. He brought Hunter to a big, beautiful, black horse, then I followed him over to a sweet, speckled horse. Doug put an apple in my hand and told me to feed it to her. He told me her name was Honey Lemon, and told me about how he came to pick that name. I watched as she devoured the apple and nestled her big nose into my hands. I slowly and gently rubbed her nose and along her body while Doug grabbed the saddle and it’s set up to put on Hone

Standing there amidst the crowd of bustling bodies, Alessia felt a rope slowly wind around her throat and carefully draw itself taut. “Less!” Her head snapped to the left, eyes squinting at Damen who stood beside a fruit vendor. She approached them whilst silently praying for some kind of breakthrough before it was too late. If I hadn’t run away from her, we wouldn’t be here in the first place. The old man was loading his mule with crates of sheepskin wearing a powder blue turban. He paused to look at her for a long time with milky cataract eyes before replying, “I might have seen her.”

Her mere presence simply irritates him. At the stable, they chose a good horses to ride on. Cristel ride with Alec for she doesn't know how to ride a horse. They chose to ride Alec's horse- Thunder Storm. It was a beautiful black stallion and it was the child of Black Tornado and Belle. She remember owning the horse the moment he knew that it was the decendant of Black Tornado. Guess he was that really fascinated to Black Tornado. She don't know why he named him Thunder Storm but the animal fits it's name for it was strong and storm like a thunder. He even hired a personal trainer for the stallion that even he was away from the hacienda, he can make sure he was well taken care of.

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.

Enrique said quickly, then he turned to me and asked, “You want to ride, mi amor?” “Su—sure, I would love to.” Although feeling nervous, I croaked a reply, quickly scanning the stable for a white stallion. I saw it next to the black Arabian thoroughbred’s box stall. This white stallion was my favorite of all the horses the Winner Family has. This was the horse I had been training together with auntie’s stepson, Lorde, while we were still fifteen. I called him Trinitus—a handsome Andalusian horse. With a click on his boots, Eriol strolled towards the wall, where there were a couple of other whips and crops hung upside down. He placed the flogger there and then went back to our attention.

Five Years Later “Go, Dom!!!” Nine-year-old Trevor Calisto was cheering on his cousin from the fences as the boy broke into a gentle canter on his horse. Both their fathers were in the corral coaching him along the little ride. He chose the 8month old Friesian Colt a day ago when his father Killian told him it was time to get his own horse. Vincent bred top of the line horses, and the Friesian breeds he bred strictly for family. The colt was black as night with a calm demeanor matching his new master's attitude. The two boys were excited. Now they can both ride together around the ranch.

Especially her soft, fleshy hips, snug against my front… Perfect. Madeline seemed frozen, unsure what to do. She didn't dare lean back against me, yet didn't know how else to move. "Madeline, let me teach you. Hold the reins." I wrapped my arms around her, placed the reins into her hands, then covered her hands with mine and pulled downward firmly. The horse responded at once, breaking into a lively run. The wind roared past as I leaned close to her ear and shouted, "Isn't it exciting, Madeline?"