Trevor Henderson Horse Novels & Stories

"It's been far too long, my friend" I picked up a brush and I started brushing Apples. He was an older horse. Storm had named it himself. He was a Hanoverian horse that was black with no other spot in sight. It made her name funny. He was good natured, beautiful and a competitive animal. I liked him well enough even though he lacked the cruelty of an Arabian horse. Apples knew he was a beauty and he carried himself as such. I kept brushing Apples until I heard a sound behind me and turned around.

announced Trevor. All with hot dogs in hand, they each followed Trevor as he dashed over to a large tent within which there were two mechanical rodeo bulls covered in piebald blankets that had a piece of black leather for a saddle stitched into them. “Come on, Natalie — you and me,” Trevor smirked cockily. “Don’t get me wrong, I already know I can hang on longest. I just want to watch you ride that thing.” Dominic slapped the dirty pervert over the head.

He asks, his breath was felt on the back of her neck. Giggling she looks back at him, grabbing his hand from her waist she pulls him to a stall, “this one, the Silver Dabble Missouri Fox Trotter.” She studied horses when she was younger thanks to a book her mother gave her, she fell in love with them ever since she was six. Manuel smirks and pulls the horse out, “yes, this is a good choice, this is bullet as he is fast but he is a good trainer horse.” Saddling the stallion, he smirks and helps her on top, kissing her quickly as she jumps up, swinging her leg around.

I stilled on my spot until Averi is standing before me. I blinked my eyes. Open, close, rub the lid of it and open again just to be sure that I am not imagining things and that he's reallt standing in front of me. I gazes at my back. His black horse with a gleaming shiny hair is standing steps away from us, untied and yet it's not doing anything to runaway from us. His horse is trained properly, it's rare for horses to have such discipline. I think it's way more obedient than I'll ever be.

The man knew how to push until everything Pandora desired hung on the word 'surrender'. “Now you’re coming home with me. Five days in the dorm is enough; the remaining two days are when you have to be with me. I won’t accept refusal, Pandora.” That was why Pandora was here. On a vast field. Watching herself in the shadow of a horse. The Thoroughbred Kingston had given her. A horse known as the most competitive breed. Its slender, strong, and agile build supported its ability to run fast, making it capable of tearing through the racecourse.

Then the day stilled, returning to pleasant normality. ... Earlier... Kendrick arrived back at his home a little over an hour later as Helia had been killing the spiders well beyond the border of his typical range. He traversed through his home to find Twillow in the garden. He placed Hershel on the ground, making sure his tiny reins were tied to one of his corn stalks so he wouldn't run away. The horse freaked out a bit but began calming, even sniffing and nibbling at the huge plant he was tied to; no doubt the biggest corn stalk he'd ever tasted.

“That is one nice attribute of yours.” I rolled my eyes and began walking past him in hopes of getting this over with. I heard him follow behind, once in the stables, Hans the stable boy, had two horses ready. Isabella a chestnut mare, and there was a black stallion, which must have been his.

I gave him a quizzical look “Trust me, baby girl, this is something you would not have suspected, something you’ve missed, and it’s something you recently experienced and I want to give it back to you.” Feeling slightly confused but having a small guess at what this could be I open it up. When I pull out the thing inside, the first thing I see is a picture of a chestnut-colored Carolina Marsh Tacky horse. Underneath the picture is everything you need for ownership of a horse, the vet health check, the breeding standard certificate, information on what stable the horse is at, and its condition. Everything.

I shot Soren a pitiful look and he was ashen, too, crouched at Cloe’s side while she death-gripped his forearm, her mother on the other side of her with tears in her eyes. I closed the distance between me and Tino, and Ryan appeared at my side. He gave me a look that said this was futile, and his knowledge of eventing horses filled me with absolute dread. “We have to save that horse,” I said under my breath. “Whatever it takes, Ryan.” He nodded, patted my shoulder. A guy who was clearly a vet was crouched at Tino’s forelegs as a couple of stewards held the animal down, and his face was stern.

I am Viscount Tintagel, Luther Pendragon, at your service, little nymph and don’t be afraid of Midnight, my horse, he won’t hurt you. She cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow, she loved horses and had grown up around them, her ‘parents’ had bought her a pony for her second birthday and she had gone through Pony Club and then moved on to Eventing, competing at the highest levels. She had even worked with the Princess Royal and her Daughter for an Olympic Trial but had decided she did not want to dedicate so much of her time to the training. The Viscount's horse one was magnificent, he was jet black with a long mane and tail, a purebred Friesian if she wasn’t mistaken and he look