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Written by Heather Clemenceau

The transition from summer to fall is a time when the air may still be hot,  but the winds signal…

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NEWS FLASH::

 Santa takes the World Champion horse show 

(C) by Roberta Edstrom…

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Navara's story is now part of a fortnightly article on this page :)
How exciting for her story to be shared!
Ever doubt you, or your horse?, ever feel alone, ever have anyone tell you your horse isn't good enough? See her story
http://horsecarezone.com/navaras-story/navaras-story-how-one-girl-changed-a-horses-life/

Well, I feel I left a story untold.  So, I will quickly tell you all that Belle and I happily completed our first endurance ride last May- we actually placed 13th in a field of 30 - so I was pretty happy.  And maybe a bit over confident as we sent in entries to go all the way up to Mendocino to a ride in the redwoods.  SEEMED like a wonderful idea - camping, company, and a ride.  But the haul up was a basic nightmare - instead of an easy 9 hours, we were in the truck for 12, I was so tired…

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Captured, ripped from her homeland, and still homeless 3 years later.

Captivating, heart breaking story…

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I don't know who the author is, but the story is lovely.





The young couple had made their usual hurried, pre-Christmas visit to the little farm where dwelt their elderly parents with their small herd of horses. The farm had been named Lone Pine Farm because of the huge pine which topped the hill behind the farm, and through the years had become a talisman to the old man and his wife, and a landmark in the countryside.



The old folks no longer showed their… Continue

You may think this is just another story about a girl who lost her first horse... Or is losing her first horse. But I am losing my soulmate, my only friend, and the being who gave me a second chance at life. Cookies has extremely sever founder, and chances are grim. The poem below explains all, and I think everyone could relate to it. If you can't, you haven't experienced life or true love. Comment if you wish, but no mean comments, this is a really hard time for me.



For my beloved… Continue

SPOILER ALERT!!: This is the final chapter of Unbridled. You can read the entire hay-covered series in the UNBRIDLED Channel on our home page.



Hillary placed the phone in its cradle and turned to face Maxim. “Get out of my house,” she said after speaking to Ritka. Apparently Maxim had been having DNA tests. Apparently Maxim had been up to no good with an Icelandic groom. So much “no good” that the rather foul-mouthed Ritka was pregnant.



“You bastard,” she said as…

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The truck rattled and banged over the pockmarked road that led to the airport stables. It had been a tough winter, the endless pattern of freezing and thawing had left much of the area’s roadways battered and aged.



Gelden had chosen not to tell Hillary about Tesla’s whereabouts. Not because he felt she didn’t have the right to know, she did. But if he were wrong, if the note had not been about Tesla, if Maxim’s cryptic T.E.S. had stood for something else entirely (take Echinacea…

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Pammie





His name is not Gelding or Golden, Pammie thought to herself as she traipsed through the forest trail picking up Bounder’s droppings so Maxim wouldn’t complain his “woods are soiled.” Besides, what kind of psychic had a blinking neon crystal ball in the window of his Monopoly house? And a parrot named Goob? Mr. Vladimir was clearly a scam artist, in spite of his predictions about Uncle Paul and the cleaning woman.



She pushed aside the fronds of a Common…

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