American Westerns Novels & Stories

Boring. He needed inspiration, something new and different. The only way to find the passion that defined his quirky artistic style was to start at the source of all things Western: rodeo. The salt-of-the-earth people—spectators, families of the cowboys and cowgirls, and the iron will of the competitors themselves. The livestock—angry, slobbering bulls, high-strung broncs kicking at the metal chutes, the bellow of steers, the nervous tamping of hooves behind the gates. The low bellow of the steers and calves in the pens. The rich scents of sweat and leather, mud and manure, the choking heat and the constant buzz of insects, hay and linament, tobacco and beer. The excitement. If he could capt

Alpha Jasper West, a high-strung rodeo enthusiast, is enjoying his life and winning big as a bull and bronc rider in the lower states of the US. However, he receives an urgent call to return home to Montana and the Medicine Rock Pack. Before he can leave New Mexico, he unexpectedly meets his mate, Lianna Baca, who’s a barrel racer. Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana.

They circled the herd and quietly started it moving to the northwest, waving a rope now and then to get the horses in motion but saying as little as possible. Newt could not help feeling a little odd about it all, since he had somehow had it in his mind that they were coming to Mexico to buy horses, not steal them. It was puzzling that such a muddy little river like the Rio Grande should make such a difference in terms of what was lawful and what not. On the Texas side, horse stealing was a hanging crime, and many of those hung for it were Mexican cowboys who came across the river to do pretty much

Alex The wolf community was under a new threat. At first, when I heard I thought it was a joke, but too many settlements had been sacked for it to be a joke. Rumour had it that a silver spirit wolf had been attacking the settlements in search of another spirit wolf. Instead of moving on to the next settlement when it didn't find what it was looking for, it would attack and kill the pack members.

Reading about it or hearing about it was a lot better than seeing or experiencing it firsthand. I will return your homes and livelihoods, Richard swore. The men Aaron dispatched to the West had arrived, and it was the empty streets and destroyed buildings that welcomed them. So far, there was no proof of life, just the empty, blood-stained streets. “We need to go further into the territory,” Richard said to the warriors. After walking for an unknown period, they got closer to pack lands, thank the gods. It was a tiring journey. They had ditched their vehicles so they could scout along the way. Now, they were exhausted. The sight of a pack that looked alive was a welcome sight.

I'd built my empire on ruthless decisions, and now was the time to remind everyone exactly who I was. I wasn't some baby dealer trying to find his way in this game. I had clawed my way to the top of the cartel world in this city, and I'd be damned if I let anyone push me down from that spot. I'd dealt with betrayals, dodged the law, and spilled enough blood to claim my territory. Now, the Queen of the West was trying to knock me off my throne, but I wasn't about to go down easily.

No wonder the cops couldn't locate any relatives when my parents died. Wyoming. I don't know anything about Wyoming, except it's where most of Yellowstone National park is... Can I move to a whole other part of the country? I would be putting some much-needed distance between Adam and me. Which after yesterday, I think that would be the best move. Is this for real?.... My mind sputters through all of my thoughts at once before I lift my eyes back towards Mr. Hedge. "This is crazy...and you're sure. It's mine," I whisper, and Mr.Hedge nods while offering me a kind smile.

Abraham stated. “Huh,” I muttered in awe. I always wanted to visit an Old West town like those cowboy movies.