Horse-yard

But it was some minutes before he proceeded beyond the horse-yard; indeed, he loitered there, though the jackeroo had the night-horse ready saddled […]

1914, Edward S. Sorenson, The Squatter King: A Romance of Bush Life, Sydney: The Catholic Press, Chapter 3, Outside the horse-yard, looking through the rails at half a dozen horses, and meditatively stroking his abundant beard, stood Captain Bryne, a well-conditioned man of 50, in a grey alpaca coat and white helmet.