Blazing Hope Youth Ranch Novels & Stories

"This whole section needs replacing. We can work down the line." "Okay." Nate followed the foreman's cues. They used a sledgehammer on the boards that were rotten or loose, then Nate held the new section while Nakos nailed them in place. They got a few done before Nate spoke again. "Where's the reservation?" "Between here and the Thunder Basin National Grasslands." Nakos pointed due north. "Arapaho tribe." Nate had never heard of it. He and Justin had served with a guy who was part Cherokee, but that was the extent of Nate's knowledge on Native Americans. "What's that phrase you say to Olivia every morning?"

– she released herself from the hug and looked sullen – “if not for the scar. I’m really sorry about that.” “That was a silly mistake. It wasn’t your fault, Ayo.” She rubbed a finger against the scar slightly above her left eye. “But I shouldn’t have –” “No, Ayo. It’s really okay.” Ayo sat on the chair opposite Promise with tears in her eyes. “I can never forget that day…” * * * * * Four years ago in Lizben Schools. Promise entered the school playing ground and saw Ayo sitting on the swing alone and walked up to her. “Ayo!” she called. No response came, so she tapped her lightly on the shoulder. “What’s wrong? You don’t look happy.”

“They wouldn’t come if they weren’t in torment.” “You sure? They don’t even do the wolf run after to honour the Goddess,” Hope sniffed with derision. “My family always does it even if the pilgrims don’t.” I corrected her before launching my own attack. “Where’s Ryan? Isn't he leaving tonight?” Hope huffed, adjusting her gloves and fidgeting. “He still won’t change his mind. He’s staying above ground. Leaving me here.” We stood in silence watching the preparations below. Huge flood lights lit the place, dazzling our eyes. Black shadows crossed the world beyond the fortress as the pilgrims sipped drinks and talked in the courtyard below.

Pearl wasn’t quite ready to let him go, but when Duke pointed out she didn’t ride him anymore, then promised to buy her anything her heart desired, she relented. We’d finished the remodel on our house (which we’d named Triple H Ranch, with still no idea what it stood for), the “bunkhouse” for at-risk kids had been completed six months later and we now had three young men working the land, learning a trade, and quickly cementing themselves into our hearts.

"The training camp, Cat." Silence. Oh. Oh no. My stomach drops. "Red Ridge Youth Combat Camp," Tara says like she's announcing the apocalypse. "Hosted by Alpha Greg. My Alpha. The annual thing you've gone to since you were fifteen?" I stare at her. "I hate you." She beams instantly. "You love me." Every year Red Ridge hosts a multi-pack combat and control camp for young wolves. Kids. Teens. Advanced trainees. Elite invitations. Combat. Control. Pack defense.

“To them it is sacred Indian land and bikes would tear holes into it. They will be taking all the girls to the Tribal center with the tribe women that showed up earlier as they plan to send the buses back here. Then we will journey to the old church estate.” “On horseback?” Greer asked in disbelief. Monster stared at his Prez. His shock was so striking that he did not even blink. “The fuck?” Breed nodded. Greer shook his head and tried to hide his smile at Monster’s almost comic expression. “So I know Greer can ride.” Breed looked at Monster and around at the few men present. “But how many of the brothers can ride?” Crow, the IT for the club, chuckled. “We ride…Harleys, not Pintos.”

Rev the engine and peel out, tearing up the black top. **** I pull into the lot at The Falcon. I love this alliance. Falcon ridge has the best bars and the hottest girls. Both packs are allowed to cross the border whenever they want as long as they don't cause problems. I park and get out. Beep the alarm and look around. I see Blades truck and Zekes audi. My boys are here. I walk in and the place is jumping. Ladies night. Girls drink free and it's like fucking Christmas in here.

When they opened her blouse, they realized it was a bite that was going through several muscles, but Hope was calm, letting them clean it up, not even showing pain as they ran the disinfectant and started to give the stitches. "Hope, a bite from Jenny. You would have healed by now. At least you wouldn't be bleeding!" I said exasperated, pacing back and forth near her gurney. "As I said..." Hope began, but I let out a growl that made even the professionals cringe. "No! You can't train with Class 102 like that! You can't even train with the recruits!" I tried to control my voice and push my wolf away. "You can't stop it." Hope whispered and closed her eyes.

The Holy Spirit Tree, now synonymous with Rylan's bravery, bore witness to the collective strength of a pack facing loss and uncertainty. The night settled over Nampa, and as the stars adorned the sky, the town mourned the passing of a hero. Rylan's memory lived on in the rustling leaves of the Holy Spirit Tree, a silent guardian standing sentinel over the pack that had come together to honor one of their own.

He knows where to put that thing when we are ready to make it puke. "That's a new one, I haven't heard before. Interesting concept, a cock puking." Spike said. "Nicole, I did tell you that Bart is out at the pond camping and building our fireplace, right?" "Yes, you did, why?" "Well Bart is out there camping with his family of four girls and his wife. His hired hand, Kendra is also out there by the pond. They are nudists and having a ball on this private ranch." "Holly shit, do you mean to tell me you aren't the only nude girl on this ranch? There's more?"