His red coat seemed to blaze.

His mane stood up and his ears lay flat.
Slone uncoiled the lassoes from the pommel and slacked them a little.
Wildfire stood up, striking at the air, snorting fiercely.

Slone tried to wheel Nagger in close behind the stallion.

Both horse and man narrowly escaped the vicious hoofs.

But Slone had closed in.