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Arabian Nights sale today!

Sixteen horses that were regular performers in the now-closed Arabian Nights dinner show will go on sale Saturday.

Arabian Nights closed Dec. 31 after 25 years of operation in Kissimmee. It had 36 horses in its stable at that point.

Al-Marah Arabians, parent company of Arabian Nights, will hold Saturday’s sale on an 80-acre farm in Clermont.  Breeds available include Al-Marah Arabians, Percherons, Appaloosas, Saddlebreds, Belgians, Irish Sport Horses and Quarter Horses. All horses are broke to ride, the company says.

The full list of horses and prices will be available online Saturday morning at al-marah.com. Buyers will be able to see the horses at the farm and discuss them with Al-Marah Arabians staff, including owner Mark Miller and head trainer Kassie Barteau.

Prices will range from $2,500 to $20,000.

Al-Marah Arabians is located at 11105 Autumn Lane, Clermont, and will be open to the public from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. Saturday.

We recommend coming to the farm to see the horses before bringing a trailer, & that all new buyers schedule a vet exam on the horse being purchased before it’s taken to its new home. The farm will be open Saturday March first from 9am-4pm.
Come see our babies!!
Arabian Nights Dinner Attraction – Orlando, Florida
Al-Marah Arabian Horses
Sales List
Arabian Nights Horses
For Sale, Saturday March 1st

Trained Horses

Brooks and Dunn $6,000 each. $10,00 for the pair.
12-year-old Appaloosa geldings.
These are two of the most versatile horses from the Arabian Nights show. They were a square dance pair, did trick riding, roman teams and were chariot horses. They are strong, sensible, durable and fun. Great for someone who wants to do exhibitions. They like each other and we’d love to sell them as a team.

Al-Marah Jagai $7,500
10/2/02 Grey Arabian Gelding
This is a son of AM Ben Dream+ out of the AM Sea Captain++ daughter DWFS Imajica. He is a good athlete and very versatile. His sire was a winner in both Arabian main ring halter and Western Pleasure. He could easily compete successfully in a variety of different events, and Sport Horse Under Saddle or Dressage would be natural directions for him if he were kept in our barn.

Al-Marah Officer $7,500
2/19/05 Grey Arabian Gelding
Al-Marah Officer is by National Champion Al-Marah Power Raid+++/, who is also the sire of Al-Marah Chance Command++++//, the current Arabian National Champion in 2nd Level Dressage and 2014 Scottsdale winner at both 3rd & 4th Level. Officer is a good minded horse who has very good athletic potential and lots and lots of miles under his girth. Appropriate for any level of rider.

AM Handsome NGood $7,500
1/28/02 Bay Arabian Gelding
Big, strong Opollo son with lots of athletic ability. He has national talent. Handsome NGood was originally trained at Arabian Nights but subsequently sold to be an endurance horse because of his great forward energy. His buyer never really got started so he was reacquired by Arabian Nights. He is best for a more experienced rider, but has great potential in many areas, including Dressage and Sport Horse Under Saddle. A good chance to buy a horse with great potential to compete at any level.

Nuncho Primero Whiz (AKA Rocky) $7,500
1/4/04 Palomino Quarter Horse Gelding
Rocky was a mainstay or our Native American Tribute at Arabian Nights, and so has a lot of practice time as a reining horse in very busy conditions. He has performed beautifully in black lights with strobes, smoke and fog. He is solid and in the process of changing from a performing horse to a competition horse. He is also a beautiful golden Palomino.

Al-Marah Amazing Ray $10,000
6/13/2007 Chestnut Arabian Gelding
This is definitely one of the trainers’ and senior riders’ favorites at Arabian Nights. He is very athletic, beautiful and charismatic. He’s also a real “people” horse with lots of personality. He could compete in almost anything from reining to Dressage to Hunters. His primary job at Arabian Nights was as a versatile horse in the larger drills, but he’s young and ready for a new career where I’m confident he will shine.

Dark Storm SA $10,000
4/4/97 Black Arabian Stallion
This is a real opportunity to buy one of the horses that played The Black Stallion at Arabian Nights. He is pretty, charismatic and beautifully trained. He is also 100% sound. We do recommend an experienced horseperson for Storm because of his extensive training. He was ridden thousands of times in the Arabian Nights show, bareback with no bridle at a full gallop by a Princess in satin pants. He could still compete, or would be ready to just have fun at home or in exhibitions.

PL Luckys Queen $15,000
5/7/02 Grey ½ Arabian ½ Irish Draft Mare
Lucky was one of our most versatile horses in the show. She could perform in any drill, and eventually became the horse that played the unicorn when the real unicorn didn’t come in from the enchanted forest behind Arabian Nights for the show.
In addition to being well trained as a drill horse, she performed well in the 8-man dressage drill, can bow, kneel, lie down and can be ridden bareback without reins. Very solid, big mare who would be a great show horse.

AM Mozarts Moon $15,000
7/8/1999 Grey Arabian Gelding
This is a true “Bazy” horse. His sire, Al-Marah Seagfried+// was one of Mother’s favorite horses and certainly one of the two best AM Sea Captain++ sons. AM Seagfried+// is out of AM Money Tree who has Mother’s personal riding horse. AM Mozarts Moon is out of Al-Marah Honeymoon who went into the broodmare band as a three year old. He is very, very reliable and an extremely strong and stout athlete. Ideal for a beginner and would be good in many different disciplines.

Payback Top Brass $15,000
5/5/02 Chestnut Arabian Gelding
This is a SHOW HORSE. He is a beautiful chestnut with four high white socks (actually four high white stockings!) and a beautiful way of going. He is super broke and ready to rock in the show ring. He’s beautiful by himself, but will definitely stand out in any crowd in a crowded show ring. Lots of fun… unlimited potential.

AM Silver DreamLA $20,000
5/25/04 Grey Arabian Gelding
The Crown Jewel of the Arabian Nights horses, this son of SDA Silver Legend (who was exported to Australia after being purchased from Al-Marah) goes back to Al-Marah Iron Lady, one of the Arabian breed’s most important mares. His half brother, Al-Marah Silver Charm, was Top 10 Sport Horse Under Saddle at the 2013 Sport Horse Nationals, and Training Level Sweepstakes Champion and Reserve Champion Sport Horse Under Saddle at Scottsdale in 2014. “LA” was next in line to be a Prince Horse at Arabian Nights and has many “extras” including rear, laydown, bow, march and piaffe. This guy is ready to take someone to the top in the Dressage/Sport Horse Under Saddle division of Arabian Class A showing.

Green Horses

RS Shift Work+ $2,500
2/15/08 Grey Anglo Arabian Gelding (3/4 Arabian)
RS Shift Work+ is a big, green gelding who would be an excellent jumper. Could also be good for Sport Horse or Dressage. Pretty Green and needs an experienced rider.

Sonny $3,000
11-year-old Percheron gelding
Sonny has been in the Circus Bareback act for many years. He is big and has a lot of lift. Good for professional or he would be a great back yard pet.

Regency Royal $3,000
5-year-old Belgian gelding
This is probably the prettiest draft horse I have ever seen. He was started for a Big and Little act, then switched over to training for an acrobatic horse. Young, big & strong with a good mind. He is charismatic and would be a great exhibition show horse.

Three Decades of Cheltenham Racing

A Review of Stewart Peters’ Festival Gold

While creative literary works about horses is definitely food for the soul, it’s also important to see factual points in history with man’s working relationship with the equine species. As Winston Churchill once said, “There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.” Horse racing may have had a rough start of sorts, but all sports eventually evolve for the betterment of all those who are in it, including the horses themselves. A report in the NY Times is proof that we’ve come a long way by addressing problems for both horse and jockey, treating them as members of the team and family. In Stewart Peter’s Festival Gold, we look at some of the most important movers and shakers that made Cheltenham Festival a grand tradition and a burgeoning empire of hoofs.


rkle (19 April 1957 - 31 May 1970) was a famous Irish Thoroughbred racehorse.
Arkle (19 April 1957 – 31 May 1970) was a famous Irish Thoroughbred racehorse.

Festival Gold pays tribute to thoroughbreds that changed the face of the Cheltenham Festival and in horse racing, no legend is bigger than Arkle’s. Arkle, an Irish thoroughbred racehorse, came from a long line of champions and won three Cheltenham Gold Cups despite his career being cut short by injury. His performance, according to BBC, has come to represent the pinnacle of achievement in jump racing. It is no question why this legend is simply known as “Himself”. He was put down in May 31, 1970 with the consent of his owner, the Duchess of Westminster, at an early age of 13. His skeleton is currently on display at the Irish National Stud as a form of tribute and reverence for his iconic role in horse racing. His story is one of overcoming challenges despite debilitating injuries, a trait we previously thought was exclusive to humans.

The Late Queen Mother

Horse racing is the sport of Kings but it wouldn’t be complete without a queen to grace its events. The Queen Mother first took up this interest and was immediately “hooked” after she first attended. She has been horse racing’s biggest and most important benefactor for over 50 years. Since then, royalty has become a permanent and active fixture in horse racing. John Warren, racing manager for the Queen told CNN that, “The British bloodstock industry is very lucky to have a patron such as the queen.” It is expected that the young Prince George will continue this long tradition and play a similar (prominent) role in his future social life. The Queen Mother was honoured at the Cheltenham Festival with one of the races aptly named after her in 1959 for her 80th birthday. This year’s Queen Mother Champion Chase is highly anticipated with the current champion, Sprinter Sacre, trying to recover from injuries to, once again, dominate the Betfair Betting news. As the horse racing industry grows as a sport and a pastime, books like Festival Gold will always be a welcome refresher and a living witness to the success of people and horses alike.

Here Comes the BLU-RAY!!

blu ray

Finally after waiting years the HD of “the Black Stallion” feature film is coming out on Blu-Ray! Yeah!
Coppola’s American Zoetrope / MGM 1979 Academy Award winning movie will be released on March 18, 2014 on Blu-ray disk. Carroll Ballard directed Kelly Reno, Mickey Rooney and a cast of classic stars in one of the most popular movies of all time. The critic Pauline Kael of the New Yorker wrote, “this may be the greatest children’s film of all time”.

As I had the honor of being able to work on the movie from the very first days, even before filming began, going around with Carroll and Dad to look for THE STALLION. What a long wonderful road it’s been.
So many of us have been asking for a HD version and it should look great on that huge flatscreen TV you are watching the Superbowl on tomorrow.

Once this comes out they may be inspired to put it together as a trilogy with “Black Stallion Returns” and “Young Black Stallion” as a set … or even better a TV mini series! We’re still working on getting that next feature, “Black Stallion Revolts“, in production. Why does it take so long in Hollywood? Maybe they have too many cars and not enough horses!

You can pre-order the disk now through Amazon  (you have to click on the blu-ray choice) BUT, if I were you, I’d wait a bit ’cause I’m getting a DISCOUNT code which will save us all a little money. The disks are still in production but they promised to send me the code soon – you won’t get the Blu-ray till March 18 anywhere so get it HERE for less!

Happy Days and I’ll post the code ASAP!

Enjoy the Ride!
your friends in the saddle – Tim & Pam Farley

Arabian Nights closing – end of an era :{

After 25 years and thousands of shows with millions of cheering fans Arabian Nights is closing it’s doors at the end of the year. We all have great memories and it’s a sad day.
A heartbreak for everyone but the times have changed and been tough on so many horses – as you all probably know too well. See the show one last time before it’s too late.
Here’s the news’;

KISSIMMEE, Fla. —Arabian Nights dinner attraction in Kissimmee is closing its doors Jan. 1, owner Mark Miller announced Friday.

After 25 years and more than 10,000 performances for more than 10 million guests, Miller says the local attraction can no longer provide a product cheap enough for consumers.

Despite the closing, Miller says staff will remain dedicated to providing the best show possible for its last scheduled shows.

“Our mission now is to present the best possible product for the rest of the year so that the people who have loved us over the years will be able to come back and experience the magic of our show one last time,” Miller said.  “Then we will be concentrating on how to assist our incredible staff in handling this transition.”

Miller praised his staff, saying, “There is no question that the skill, dedication, work ethic and people skills of our employees have enabled [us] to be the best there is. Anyone looking for an incredible employee after the first of the year should call our human resource department immediately.”

While the staff continues to perform its annual Christmas show, ending Dec. 31, Miller is offering half-price admission to central Florida residents.



catch rider

Been meaning to write about his one … a good summer read …. or maybe that Christmas gift for someone special?
If you have time on your tablet there’s some fun here; Lot’s of other gifts (click) too!!

cover thanks Jennifer!

more as a pdf; ebook

Lonely people have enthusiasms which cannot always be explained. . . . When something touches their emotions, it runs through them like Paul Revere, awakening feelings that gather into great armies.

—Mark Helprin, Winter’s Tale


IT WAS RAINING hard and the lightning was getting close. I ran the red gelding down the path in Dunn’s Gap and listened for that moment when a horse is at a full gallop and none of his feet touch the ground, because during that split second, we’re flying. I pretended we were racing a train as the trees whizzed by, their branches scraping my jacket. I lay down on the horse’s neck to avoid a low branch. Water dripped off my riding hat into my mouth, tasting of sweaty nylon. I spat it out and wiped my face on my sleeve while I kept my eyes up, banking around a muddy turn.

As we galloped, the rain came down in a roar. I was soaked through. The reins were slippery and I fought to keep a grip on the horse. I dug my fingers into his dirty mane and around his martingale strap to hang on. I’d tied his tail into a tight mud-knot, wrapping it around itself into a ball so it didn’t fall past his hocks. It would be easier to get the mud out later.

The red horse took the bit in his mouth, bore down, and ran for it like he was loose in the field. He must have forgotten I was there. His ears were forward and he wanted to go, but it was slick, and running like this in the mud was dangerous. If he stumbled, he could send us both down the ravine. One shoe clinked loudly against an old rusted pipe that was gushing rainwater down into the creek below, but it didn’t interrupt his stride or worry him one bit. I listened to the confident, rhythmic hoofbeats, and I grinned.

Quick thoughts began to flicker in and out of my mind. This was the last of the big summer storms and the last day before school started. Every time I thought about it, I felt sick to my stomach. I hated school. I couldn’t sit in a plastic desk all day, couldn’t stand being inside under those awful lights with those teachers staring down at me. If you had to squeeze yourself into a girdle to stand up and try to teach a bunch of hillbilly kids—well, that was just pathetic. I hated the way it smelled at school, the way the rednecks in the hallway would yell and scream like they owned the place.

One time I’d heard a boy say, “That’s Jimmy Criser’s girl—they live in that shitty little gray house behind Hardee’s.” When another boy laughed, I looked at him and said, “Well, at least my daddy ain’t a drunk like yours.” We all know things about each other in Covington. And people who make fun of me wish they hadn’t.

All these kids thought they were cool, but I knew they’d never amount to a damn thing. They’d work in the paper mill until the day they died. I know that sounds mean and angry, but I’m not either one. We have a life to live that could stop any minute, and I guess I can’t believe this is how some people want to spend it. It makes me sad as hell. I want to ask them, don’t they want to know what’s out there? I sure do.

One day, I’d win the Bath County Horse Show up in Hot Springs, where all the rich kids competed every June. I’d jump every fence perfectly on a big, shiny, braided hunter, and I’d jog my horse into the ring to claim the silver cup and tricolor championship ribbon. The wealthy kids lining the rail would say, “Damn, that girl can ride anything.” Melinda, my mother, would stop cursing horses and love them like she used to, and her dirtbag of a boyfriend would fear me. The kids at school would whisper to each other, “How’d she learn to ride like that?” And some kid might say, “She’s the best rider I ever saw.”

I stood up in the stirrups and planted my hands on the red horse’s withers to slow him down. He pulled against me, and I wondered if I’d have to run him into the bank to make him stop. I couldn’t hear Wayne’s horse at all. The creek always ran hard and loud back there behind Coles Mountain. It probably sounded just like this two or three hundred years ago. I wished for an instant that I could have lived back then and spent my days running through the woods on a horse. If you were fourteen in those days, Jimmy used to tell me, you worked just like the adults, didn’t waste your time at school. Kids were baling hay with a team of horses at nine years old.

The red horse tore around a turn, his ears shot up, and he slammed to a stop. My feet came out of the stirrups, and I had to tighten my knees like a vice to hang on. What the heck had he seen? Maybe June, hiding behind a tree?

The horse snorted hard, and finally I saw what he saw: a hickory had fallen across the path, gotten caught in another tree. Damn, he had good eyes. I could barely see it. Some horses can stand right next to a locomotive and not mind one bit, but others will damn near tear the barn down if a woodchuck runs by. I was right. This red horse didn’t shy at anything. His eyes were locked right on that fallen tree in a way that made my palms sweat.

I waited a moment for Uncle Wayne to catch up. I heard the smack of another horse’s hooves, and my uncle galloped out of the fog on his brown horse and stopped too. His horse was blowing hard with his chest lathered up. Uncle Wayne squinted, his face slick from the rain running off his baseball cap. He cursed. It would take forever for us to backtrack, and the hill was too steep to walk the horses around the fallen tree. They’d be up to their hocks in mud, and I imagined us sliding down the hill, a tangle of reins and hooves, into the ravine. Horse people are always walking that line between being brave and being crazy. Sometimes it just depends on how things end up.

The red horse looked at the fallen tree and pulled on the reins, wanting to go. It must have been four feet high, and I had never jumped anything that big. The horse faced the jump and squared himself up for it.

“Hell no!” yelled Uncle Wayne.

I felt the horse coiled like a spring underneath me, and I dug my heels into his sides. He planted his hind feet in the mud, got his hindquarters up under himself, and took three big strides. But he got in too close. He sprang out of the mud and must have cleared that fallen tree by a foot. I tried to hang on, but even though I had a handful of mane, I was left behind. When he landed, he shook me loose. I fell hard in the mud, and everything stopped.

I heard Uncle Wayne’s voice calling, “Sid!”

Still holding the reins, I put my hands to my face, opened my eyes, and realized the horse was gone. The bridle lay next to me—I guess I’d pulled it right off his head. Now he was running around Dunn’s Gap wearing nothing but a saddle in the pouring rain.

Wayne was on foot in the woods twenty feet away, trying to get to me. He swore again as he helped the brown horse pick his way through the rocks and briars. Finally they made it through, and I looked up at Wayne’s face in the rain. I could see the outline of his skull in his tan skin, and his blue eyes sparkled like big aquamarines. Maybe he was the Grim Reaper, coming to take me to heaven.

“What’s the West Virginia state flower?” he asked me.

“The satellite dish,” I said.

I felt for my teeth to make sure they were all there.

“Damn it, girl!” he shouted. “You’re lucky you didn’t kill yourself!”

I sat up, dizzy and confused, my riding hat lying in the wet weeds. When I inhaled, pain shot out from my ribs. I had a metallic taste in my mouth from the shock. I felt like my bones had crashed into each other.

“When you ride my horse, you damn well do what I tell you,” he said.

I was ashamed.

“I just found that red horse in an auction pen last Thursday,” he continued. “I don’t know a thing about him—”

“He can jump,” I interrupted.

“Well, that’s good, ain’t it?” Wayne said sharply, looking me in the eye. He was scaring me. Sometimes he looked exactly like Melinda. His little sister, my mother.

He put his hands on his knees and stood up.

“We better go find that half-nekked horse ’fore somebody calls the sheriff,” he said.

We walked together down the path, the wet brown horse hanging his head. I slipped a little in the mud, and Wayne grabbed my elbow. “Watch yourself. Slick as a fat baby’s ass out here.”

We found the red horse by the side of the road looking embarrassed, with one stirrup caught on a farmer’s mailbox.