My Friend Flicka Short Story

She discovered that before her mother passed away, she had stopped the sale of some of their top horses; which were going to be sold at half of their worth. She confronted the farm’s long time horse trainer Casey Hayes, who was taking advantage that Mr. Chenery was not in his right mind due to his failing health. Casey Hayes was supposed to help with decisions involving the horses; however, he was going to sell them to another farm that he had an association with. After firing Mr. Hayes, Penny decided to enlist the advice of a longtime family friend and business associate, Bull Hancock; she walked right into a gentlemen’s only country club to speak with him. Mr. Hayes suggested that she seek out Lucien Laurin, a renowned horse trainer who was retired but he was the

Lori McCard’s relationship with Hero started long before she saw him in the pasture more than a year ago. For years, Lori had not only trained and competed with Hero, but she had also formed a very special bond with the horse. When Lori’s hectic schedule no longer allowed her enough time to work with Hero, she sold him to a family with children. After several years, he eventually ended up in a pasture without the kind of care and attention he needed. When the family made the tough decision to find a new home for Hero, they remembered how much Lori had loved the horse and the strong bond that had existed between the two. That’s when she got the call. Would she be willing to take him? The decision was easy.

“Do you think Brandon will let me ride Buck, Mom?” I asked. It was not the first time I had asked. I hardly slept the night before out of excitement for this day. “I am sure that you can ask him. He has always been good about giving you a ride on his horse. I think that today won’t be any different, sweetheart.” My mom patiently answered. “But now I really need you to clean up your room before we go, remember the longer it takes the later we will leave.” It took no further urging, I raced to my room and began to pick up the toy horses that were scattered along the floor where I had been playing with them. I also straightened my books into a pile by my nightstand, Western Rider and Western Horseman magazines that I had subscribed to

Anna and her father lived on a ranch in a little town called Horseshoe River. Anna’s father had recently bought a young horse named Survivor because Anna had agreed to train him.

Bull assisted yanking down his boxer briefs as the Doctor knelt behind the Sergeant and parted Bull’s fuckable ass.

Hi Guys!!! This is my first time writing a story hohoho, so please be forgiving if I made any mistakes and do correct me if u spot any:) Anyways, without further ado, let's dive in to chapter 0!!

Coates took another sip of coffee before going out and returning with Kia Bennett. She introduced her to Akiona and

Sheriff Eldritch Meeks straightened his hat and emerged from the Chevy Bel Air. Its beacon singed into the back of his neck. Red. Eldritch watched thin sheets of dust sweep down the highway. Everything was fuzzy. He wiped rain from his eyes and took a deep breath. The knife twisted harder into his brainstem. Headaches. The pain was getting worse. Stabbing. Pinching. Wriggling. Eldritch needed a cup of coffee and a cigarette. He needed a fucking detox. But it would have to wait.

As expected, when Tom opened his locker the following morning, he found a note from Tyrell. Typed on a ripped piece of paper, the instructions were clear yet concise.

Dahlia’s staggering around like a drunk person. She hugs a tree for support. When I ask

“Here’s to the best chemist the lab could have hoped for.” He glanced sidelong at Erica and grinned, running a hand through his unruly hair. “You’ll blow them away with another brilliant solution as usual,” he said, bringing the drink to his lips. Returning the grin, Erica started to raise the cup to her lips, then paused and frowned, staring intently at the ground. Pressing her free hand firmly against the dirt at the edge of the blanket, she felt the ground shiver and then saw small pebbles and rock chips vibrate.

The jeep screeched to a halt. They jumped out and charged up the steps to the front door then pounded on the knocker. 'Open up!'

“Viola, darling, could you give me my purse?” A pursed pair of pouting lips smiled devilishly at Viola. “Of course, Auntie Lola.” “Thank you, dear.” Lola blew a kiss to her from the sofa as she took the purse from her niece. “Are you making a trip with Duke to the cemetery this afternoon?” “I’m thinking about it. He’s got some flowers to put on his grandfather’s grave, and I think Mother may need some new flowers too.” “Ah. Well, dear, Pearl and I are going out to the picture show this evening. Do pick up some dinner while you’re out, hm?” “Yes, Auntie. Do you know if Dad’s flowers need changing too?” “Not sure, love. I’d check. Just make sure you and Duke get dinner before you come back.”

Then a quiet voice out of the darkness spoke. Quiet, yet confident. It was so sudden, so unexpected, even the demons surrounding them were taken aback. Zoey could tell because they had a look of surprise on their face. But it instantly faded and turned into a malicious grin.

For the better part of the following hour, they asked Aida and me about our swinging experiences, which we both candidly explained to them. They listened with fascination, as we regaled them with our stories of marathon sex, some fabulous couples, other disastrous evenings and some spectacular parties. Even Jenny had grown quite interested in our experiences with three and four couples participating. The conversation held a visible hold over both Keith and me, Aida was the first to notice my cock beginning to stir. She started to use her hand to stimulate me and as