hoof-falls

When those mundane hoof-falls slammed on the road, he choked and gasped, and scrambled up to the road's pavement to stare after it as it moved away from them and toward the tent.

Spirit Gate 2006

Outside, a coach and horses rattled past, creating an avalanche of hoof-falls that hung for a moment then faded.

Soul Learner_Tobsha 2006

Beyond them, the hoof-falls and blowing of horses told of at least part of a troop at hand.

Conan the Valiant Green, Roland 1988

The quick ear of the boy heard hoof-falls, and glancing quickly over the bank he saw three horsemen approaching, and one of these he recognized as Hugh Hall his rival.

Beadle's Boy's Library of Sport, Story and Adventure, Vol. I, No. 1. Adventures of Buffalo Bill from Boyhood to Manhood Prentiss Ingraham

But suddenly they were aroused by shots, wild yells, and rapid hoof-falls, and down upon them dashed a band of mounted warriors, while others had killed the three guards and the cattle were stampeding in every direction.

Beadle's Boy's Library of Sport, Story and Adventure, Vol. I, No. 1. Adventures of Buffalo Bill from Boyhood to Manhood Prentiss Ingraham

They waited until they could no longer hear the horse's hoof-falls nor the rumble of the wheels.

In Her Own Right John Reed Scott

The red of sunset had not gone out of the sky when we started, and a pale young moon was already getting up in the heavens, but we could see neither fading sky nor rising moon, nor rock, nor tree, nor snowy expanse, naught but the gigantic hoof-falls of our phantom steed.

Cape Cod Folks Sarah P. McLean Greene 1895

A moment later the bronco was bearing her swiftly through the night, his hoof-falls echoing in a dull rhythm.

Peak and Prairie From a Colorado Sketch-book Anna Fuller 1884

One's heart beats as fast as the hoof-falls; there is no music like the winding of the bugle, and no monotone so full of meaning as the clink of sabres rising and falling with the dashing pace.

Campaigns of a Non-Combatant, and His Romaunt Abroad During the War George Alfred Townsend 1877

I heard his hoof-falls chiming with my own, and imagined, with a cold thrill, that his steed was still following me; then, his white rigid face and uplifted arms menaced my way; and, at last, the ruffianly form of his slayer pursued him along the wood.

Campaigns of a Non-Combatant, and His Romaunt Abroad During the War George Alfred Townsend 1877