fear
He paid no attention to the animal inside instead stripped him down to the brass tacks and dawned his equipment.
Plowshares
The horse just walked over to the wall where the tack and harnesses were stored. the stallion lifted his head upwards, his nose reaching up into the edge of the hayloft.
Safe Under Lock and Key
Most were piled on the floor, some on top of that little vase on the table, while some of her better work was stuck with tacks to the wall, practically making a collage of scenes and faces that she favored.
The Dead Have Risen
John went back to the tack room and pulled out another set of saddle bags and riffle sling to hitch on to the saddle on the mare. once he found what he was looking for, he quickly placed them on the horse.
On Origin's Eve
"guess this tacks off one thing i hate about the overflow." cementing his positive judgment of the slate cat, she replied with no hostility. "no problem. this'll still be a first, just not in the way you were expecting.
Rough Day
He would tack the motion of the clock as it ticked by at an agonizing speed, his eyes trailing the small hand as every single second and every horrid minute passed him by.
A White Mare
I followed the directions, entering the stable, finding the musty tack room, and depositing the tack on respective hooks. a minute later i was back with the halter in hand, the three trainers watching me like vultures watch a dying antelope. "hold this."
Bury the Dead Chapter Three
He could hear the clicking and tacking of the keyboard off in the distance and began to walk towards it. he peeked over the side of the metal wall to see his boss typing away frantically on a mechanical keyboard.
Cracking Ships
They had even tacked on the tranquilizers and the transportation of his body back to his pod that nearly caused him to break the glass he had been holding.
A Tale Of Two Horses Act Two
I survey my surroundings, a nice old english pub, with low oak beams stained black, uneven walls adorned with various pictures of horses working the land, and to complete the feel old pieces of tack and working harness adorned every wall and fixture, the oak
K-495 The Devils Boat (proluge and Chapter 1)
"morning comrades", he said, taking a sit next to me, and picking up my coffee, tacking a sip of it. "hey vostok" i said, watching him drink my coffee. gustav just waived, stuffing more pancakes into his muzzle.
Kaotic Beginnings 18 - The End of the beginning
With a spring, anar dismounted his new nightmare partner and unbuckled the unnecessary tack. menthe was grateful to have the metal bit taken out of his mouth and the heavy saddle removed from atop his broad back.