Regressive Tendencies: The Beginning (Chapter 2)
He had a brown and white pinto pattern to his coat, a brown mane and tail, and a dark gray nose. also, he wore no clothes - who knows, maybe the natives in this area didn't. "_¿qué quieren_?" he went on. "_¡no hice nada!
Luna Angels Chapter one: July 1 1969
If you’re headed west, hit us up a pinto creek!” thor said, over the roar of his engine. “could be a few days, but i might get there,” big mac replied. and with those last words, king, thor and coastie all rode out into the distance.
"Knocking Down the Fares"
pinto was holding both paws to his face, and he was flailing his hooves wildly in the air. there was a lot of blood on his paws, and it was dripping on the old man as he passed him through.
A Challenging Gift
I found the bottle of pinto and poured her a glass. she took it and sipped the ruby liquid gently the deep red lingering on her lips for a moment before she licked it off.
Supply Run
We had uncovered a few whole bags of pinto beans as well as of white rice, knowing it takes a very long time for rice to go bad; we took both.
Because You Have Wings
"there's a lovely pinto whose grandsire taught me how to ride. i'm a much bigger bear than i was back then, but jason doesn't seem to mind." "jason?"
Wolfhair: Impact
The pinto horse drew a blade and placed it at the rat's throat. the caught rogue raised his hands in surrender. -- who the hell are you, and what are you doing here? asked the lord.
'TAURSDAY: A Metamor Keep Story
There was no brown blotches on his palm, no more pinto skin. the hands on his arms were long, much too long and thick, remnants of his draft pony form, his socks and fetlocks... but he was human. human, if only from the waist up, but human.
We Have Seen
Lonnie introduced me to a couple of the pintos that gave buck his family name; they had been raising these beautiful animals for more than a century. i’ll spare the suspense: no, we didn’t. damn near, but we didn’t.
Relative Beginnings
I set a pan on the stove and broke out the tupperware bowl of pinto beans that i'd seasoned up and prepared for tonight as well.
Jewel of the Spring #2
The closest person to me was a pinto stallion. before he could do anything i stared him down. he politely backed off the others saw his reaction and quietly did the same. i walked back outside and sat down on the stairs.
Fayer House -- Joseph's Discovery
Theresa huffed tiredly as she watched them all go, tossing her sweatshirt aside before making her way towards the bath with the pinto and red fox in tow. "gods, i can tell its going to be a long day."