saddle-leather

He had been somewhat of a rider in those early days, and the champ of bit and creak of saddle-leather sounded good to him now.

Chapter VIII 2010

Nui, then, and Yandai, with Panji clinging to his saddle-leather and running along beside.

2005 Cherryh, C. J. 2005

The manager is one of those aging party-girl types with saddle-leather skin and sagging boobs.

is it just me....? Holly 2004

The manager is one of those aging party-girl types with saddle-leather skin and sagging boobs.

Archive 2004-07-01 Holly 2004

Insofar as it was possible for a complexion the colour of saddle-leather to match a snow-white pillow, McCrimmon's now did just this.

The Lonely Sea MacLean, Alistair, 1922- 1985

He ran to high colors, to wide whisker, to open pores; he had the saddle-leather skin common in Englishmen, rarer in Americans, -- never found in the Brahmin caste, oftener in the military and the commodores: observing people know what is meant; blow the seed-arrows from the white-kid-looking button which holds them on a dandelion-stalk, and the pricked-pincushion surface shows you what to look for.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 06, No. 37, November, 1860 Various

Once or twice we startled a little bunch of buffalo, and listened to the thud of their hoofs as they fled through the sultry, velvet gloom; but for the most our ride was attended by no sounds save the night song of frogs in the upland sloughs and the hollow clank of steel bits keeping time to the creak of saddle-leather.

Raw Gold A Novel Bertrand W. Sinclair 1926

A moment later the bar-room was deserted and out in the street the night air resounded with the sound of snorting, trampling horses, the metallic jangle of spurs and bit chains, the creak of saddle-leather, and the terse, quick-worded observations of men mounting in the midst of the confusion of refractory horses.

The Texan A Story of the Cattle Country 1921

You pose as a cast-iron materialist with no more ambition than money enough to retrieve your damned estates, and all the while you're the most romantic ass who ever wore out saddle-leather!

The Eye of Zeitoon Mundy, Talbot, 1879-1940 1920

Then the pack starts out on the trail, the bells of the leaders jingling, the rattle and crunch of buckles and saddle-leather, the click of the horses 'feet against the rocks, the swish as they ford a singing stream.

Tenting To-night A Chronicle of Sport and Adventure in Glacier Park and the Cascade Mountains Mary Roberts Rinehart 1917