Books Set In Wyoming Novels & Stories

Pick me! Like she could say no to any of them. “Fine. We’ll find a way to fit, but when we get back, you’re cleaning. All of you.” Her eyes drifted over her companions. They’d stand out more than usual in this podunk town. “Do you think you all need disguises? Otherwise we’ll have to fight off fans.” “We’re in The-Middle-of-Nowhere, Wyoming,” Trey said. “This town has like, twelve hundred people,” Eric said. “And I think most of them live in the old folks’ home.”

"Do you know any other stories about wolves that I might like?" "Oh, there are so many great ones!" she says, her eyes lighting up. "Have you ever read 'The Call of the Wild' or 'White Fang' by Jack London? They're both classics about the wilds of Alaska and the life of a wolf. Or 'Never Cry Wolf' by Farley Mowat - it's a nonfiction book about a biologist who studies wolves in the Canadian Arctic.” “Calm down!” I laughed. “You know a lot. What are you? A beta wolf?” I joked and Lauren laughed.

Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana. Meanwhile, Alpha Briar West, a composed and confident leader, faces a new challenge when an unforeseen issue arises from the recent cattle thefts at Wolfe Ranch. He becomes the target of the enraged Alpha from the Winnipeg Pack, who seeks retribution for a debt. As if this predicament wasn't enough, Briar also finds his mate in an entirely unexpected manner. Now, this cowboy must navigate the complexities of his relationship with his free-spirited mate, Sloan Taylor.

So when Remus howled the call to war, the island of Casiafell, rained Werewolves. But it wasn’t just Remus who had a war cry. For when Saxe screeched, the Undead that slept in the Hotel Setedesange woke, with the darkest eyes and insatiable thirst for blood. There was a reason why the legends say that once you check in the Setedesange Hotel, you never check out. Why the people around the town have vanished overtime leaving only the ghost of their existence. And why after years of trying, no one ever attempted to step foot on that cursed land for anyone who dared, was never seen again.

“Thank you, sir. I’m Amerie. Your shop is lovely. Do you have any books or old maps of the surrounding area? I’d love to learn more about my new home.” “Ah, of course. Down the third aisle toward the end you’ll find one book by Caneen alongside some old maps.” He pointed at the aisle. Amerie thanked him and went to the book and maps. She took a bite of the chocolate pastry as she glanced at the shelves. As she walked down the aisle, she noticed small wolves carved into the columns of the bookshelves. The book Tom had mentioned seemed old yet not very worn. The front cover was black with a golden paw print, and the author’s name was in green at the top. The spine of the book read “The Town of

The wolf also didn’t like that his mate constantly tried to avoid contact. We stopped at the first store on the outskirts of the city, bought some groceries, and soon we were again racing along the highway towards the territory of the white wolves. As soon as we crossed their border, I turned deeper into the forest. I stopped near a small sunny clearing. The sound of water could be heard nearby. Getting out of the car, he stretched and took off his T-shirt. Today I wore simple clothes for nature. We were going on vacation anyway, there was no need for these suits (someone would have burned them already or something). Here and now I just wanted to be alone with my one and only.

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And it put steel in her back, where only hours before she had felt so tempted, weak, and out of control. "Well, that's it," Wally said when they'd tied the Golden Eagle down as best they could in the truck bed. "Time to go home." "Home," Abegail whispered, and she lifted her weary eyes to the now-black silhouettes of the Medicine Bow Mountains against the night sky. That night they only went as far as Slater, just across the Wyoming border in Colorado, where Wally Holland got Abegail Martha and Hammer bedded down in his store, and the rest of the men dispersed around in various hay sheds.

The coolly neutral atmosphere was tampered with warm yellow lights pocketed in the roof above her and in the walls to her side- no windows. "They make places like these because pack is close to the city." She simply nodded. It made sense. Wolves loved their privacy from humans. How differently they lived here-hidden rooms, grass sheets covering bunkers, shops underground- than in Nebraska and Wyoming where city didn't touch the territories by a long stretch. But back to the matter at hand. "You realise he is not in observation? That's an excuse." She glared at him. His amusement was hurtful. She didn't find this funny.

“Whatever it is, we must continue.” The road, they followed, lead to the waterfall. They looked in every direction, looking for an entrance. Something caught their attention. A ray of light blinked in one of the holes behind the waterfall. It would be difficult if they didn’t like the cold, mountain water. To them, it was refreshing from the dusty, old road. Silently, they crossed the narrow path that leads to the cave. Well, it wasn’t a cave, but, a true bandit den. Wolfgang moved forward, scouting the situation. Fluffy Tail was in the middle, with three more bandits. They were playing cards.