When we went out the sun had come out and the horses' coats shone like black silk.

To make the coat shine each horseman had his own, usually secret, recipe.

Rock and Chain were brushed until their coats shone like polished copper in the sunlight.

The Warhorses' soft coats shone like silk in the sunlight.

His brown coat was long and thick and shining from six months of doing nothing but growing it out underground.

The only things that looked good were the horses, whose coats shone under their shabby exercise sheets.

Next the boy met the fox, whose lovely coat of silvery grey was shining in the sun.

What a red beard he has and how his coat shines.

The old house looked pretty good: a fresh coat of paint shining on the wood, red trim around the windows, a new porch.

Houston's dark coat shined like a polished apple and he had the presence, the restrained fire, of a champion.