stot

The stot was eventually contained by police in the Greenfield Place area of Lerwick, where a cow was brought in in an effort to calm it down.

Grinning, Damon gave the horse a lick across the rump with his whip, and the old stot whinnied and lurched into motion.

The stot they had given him was a wretched thing, knock-kneed and half-starved; he could never hope to outdistance the fine horses Lord Ramsay and his hunters would be riding.

Reek rode a broken-down stot, all skin and bone and ribs, and he rode her slowly for fear he might fall off.

He spurred the stot onward, waving the peace banner so they could not fail to see it.