The black horse had not moved, so the sound could not have come from him.

Lucy thought Sage King acted more excited than the occasion called for.

Then remembering her father's warning, she reined in on top of a little knoll, perhaps a hundred yards from where the black horse stood, and she bent her keen gaze forward.
It was a huge, gaunt, shaggy black horse she saw, with the saddle farther up on his shoulders than it should have been.

He stood motionless, as if utterly exhausted.

His forelegs were braced, so that he leaned slightly back.