A Brush with Death

Hooves sinking deep into wet sand, the two horses raced through the surf. The riders were drowned in sounds of thunderous horseshoes, ragged breaths, booming heartbeats, crashing waves, and the fierce war cries of their ten pursuers, who wore black robes and black mail upon black horses. "They're gaining!" Alida shouted to her companion. "We'll... Continue Reading →

FFfAW – Racehorse

George (George to his friends, Sir to the staff, Lord Egerton when he wanted to show off, and That Smug Idiot behind his back) smiled as he watched the sun glint on the dark blue bonnet of his car. There was a noise from his left and he turned to see a horse standing beside... Continue Reading →

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