American Westerns Novels & Stories

Anaki had always wanted to hear about Moon and Kurgi's 'sin against nature' for a long time. "You and Rex's beta would get along just fine with the braicell between the two of you.!" Kit chuckled, making Rex smile, thinking of him. "Only 3 wolves in Creation have dared to go against Nature, committing the most forbidden law, 'Wolves are born...not turned'. The first wolf to do this was Winter Wolf, I was the second, and Rex you were the last, but you certainly won't be the last." Moon recalled Anatashi's words from this morning.

Hoping he would trust us enough. If he didn’t leave the briefcase, I wasn’t worried. “I’ll leave half and a gentlemen's shake.” The beta called Al sticks his hand out. “After all, these are the laws of our lands, this is the werewolf way. The Raven Knights pack don’t get to choose what laws they can follow and which they can ignore.”

The westerns that she watched with her husband on repeat, often had that theme. “I guess.Yeah.” “So that settles the matter of the setting. But other than that, is there any message or hint in them?” “Like what?” “You know, being chased by something or walking around naked?” he elaborated. “No. Nothing like that,” responded Jessica after a brief pause. The doctor slowly nodded.

She closed Harper's and stowed it away, then sat and folded her hands in her lap and looked wistfully out the window. "Excitin' trip so far?" he asked. "I'd hardly say so," she said. "No Indian raiding parties, no desperados –" "Wellnow, ma'am, you'd not really be wantin' t' meet that sort," he said. "I've seen my share, and they're not like you'd be readin' about in them there books of your'n." "I don't know what you mean," she said. "All romanticized, is what I'm sayin'. All the desperados I've met, they've been right dirty and rough. And I ain't never met no woman been carried off by the red man and been the happier for it."

Chapter 216: Devastated Beneath the canopy that shaded the production equipment, Angus peered at the digital screen. His actors were in place, and the natural light of the early morning was just about to peak. Nodding with satisfaction, he called out, "Action!" He watched as the scene came to life, an almost exact replica of what he'd envisioned weeks ago in his cabin at Sweetwater Ranch. But even now, the thought of his time in Wyoming was a gut-punch.

the sheriff said as he stepped into the cool, dim interior of the boarding house. Angus opened the telegram and eagerly read it. RENEGADE TROUBLE. COME HOME. M. J. He crumpled the telegraph in his fists as he wrestled with the situation. He and Aiden were clearly needed back at the ranch. Although the territory was attracting settlers, it still had a long way to go. In the meantime, there was s group of Cherokee and hostile Mexicans that gave them more trouble than they cared to admit. It was the main reason Aiden worked to become so proficient a shot.

"Probably kicked back on some beach somewhere. Living easier than us." Then I raise my glass. Whiskey goes down like pouring into a well—just echoes at the bottom. From here on out, it's mountains and miles between us. I don't ask. I don't want to know.

We were close to losing it all to Andreas McKinnon. Not only had I lied to my brother, my father and my best friend Lacey about where I was going in the middle of the night but I had to climb the hill, in total darkness to get there. The path to Kingdom ranch was watched by several of his men. He guarded his cattle and crops with nails and teeth and angry men that probably had guns, which was why he was one of the most respected and feared and desired ranch owners of the county.

You can see the love in their smiles, and when they look at each other, their love is hard to hide. My clan, Clan Adair, is easily the largest and safest clan to be a part of. Surrounding clans rarely have an issue with us, and we are left alone most of the time. Our clan is feared, not only for our size, or our warriors. Our clan has a secret, we're werewolves. Not that anyone knows that fact. They just know our warriors are strong, and we've never lost a war. The stories told are that no one is left alive, and our warriors are all that is left on the battlefield.

VOLUME SIX: A COWBOY AND HIS SWEET SPOT Carter's ass bounced on the hard seat of his banged-up pickup truck as he drove across the state line into Wyoming. Man, he was tired, and his butt hurt. Riding fourteen hours on the back of a horse was much more comfortable than six on the worn-out seat in the truck.