white horse

When there’s less meat or fish, there’s more shopping at the Arctic Co-Op, the sole grocery store in town, where all the goods must first be trucked from Winnipeg to Whitehorse and then put on a plane north.

It features a white horse, assless chaps, Eric Holder, and cheap video effects.

We convened at the White Horse Tavern, under the glum and bleary eyes of Dylan Thomas, Norman Mailer, and Jack Kerouac.

We made a date for the White Horse, where this anthology took root.

Romney has said that he considers the White Horse Prophecy just a matter of speculation by church members.

We pull up, with steaming cattle, at the old ‘White Horse,’ where lunch is spread.

Talpers sought to detain him, but the Chinese hurried back to his old white horse and climbed clumsily into the saddle.

The old white horse was switching and stamping and shuddering in his constant and futile battle against flies.

A white horse, drawing a buggy, was trotting along the road by the side of the cornfield.

But once the story of the White Horse of Banba is told, ‘twill keep ringing in your ears till the dawn of your doom.’