Bounty Hunter Cowboy Novels & Stories

Hunter said. "We don't know who Silvia is," The other guy croaked out and Hunter's eyes darkened. Putting his phone aside. He barked at his men who scurried inside. "Strip them," Hunter ordered and their faces paled. His men did as told and within seconds both the guys stood there butt naked with their hands tied behind their backs. "One of you shift," Hunter said looking at one of his men who shifted quickly into his wolf form. "I want you to f*ck that guy," Hunter said pointing at the f*cker who looked as if his soul left his body.

She asks softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Hunter throws a glance at me before turning his attention to Sasha, the nurse. Written in her name tag attached to her breast. "Tend to her wounds. There better not be a single bruise left on that body, or you won't have to worry about my dick entering your little cunt ever again." He warns.

After tying the calf paws the cowboy has to mount the animal and raise his hands to stop the time. Kayden is the next one in the dispute, representing Walker ranch. The announcer says Kayden’s name and he’s largely applauded by a wide number of girls that screams his name as if he was a rock star. “Ridding the pure blood Sky and representing Walker ranch, from Portland, the cowboy that makes the girls sigh, Kayden Vaugh.” Kayden entered galloping Sky steady and reaching the heavy calf from around 320 yards apart, like an arrow he jumped out of the mare and tied the calf, quickly raising his hands, doing spectacular time of 9.48 seconds.

“Who sent you?” The man, named Maxwell, revealed his boss's name. “Maxwell. The boss's name is Maxwell.” Hunter, ruthless, asked, “Where can we find Maxwell?” The man replied, his tone desperate, “Cheyenne, Wyoming.” Caleb and I exchanged glances, the information echoing in our minds. Cheyenne, Wyoming – the next destination in our quest for the truth. Even in his lupine form, Hunter emanated an intensity that prevented us from questioning his actions.

“I’ll give you guys a pint of beer after the hunt!” Some of the people in our tribe cheered, some waved goodbye and some are screaming our names. “Bring home the heads of the sly bastards,” Polo said as he bids Rendall a goodbye. “We will,” I interrupted them and gently tapped Rendall’s shoulder. “The necklace, Raffi.” I nodded as my father reminded me of the precious necklace he gave. Quinn’s mother is with other hunters so she will not be able to bid her mother goodbye. The three of us waved to everyone who is expecting us to bring home the victory, which we definitely will.

When this bloody guard had just finished speaking, a row of big red letters suddenly popped up on the electronic screen displaying the progress of the bounty mission. At the same time, the familiar female voice was heard broadcasting throughout the Western bounty venues. “Hidden mission unlocked! Destroy a base camp of the Hall of Evil for a bounty of 50 million dollars! “Congratulations to Team George for winning the first kill mission to destroy a base camp of the Hall of Evil. You’ve received a bounty reward of 50 million dollars!” Cheers erupted in all the underground bounty divisions! Team George was the most powerful team of bounty hunters in the entire underground bounty community. Th

The other part did not want to fight against her, because I could already tell that she would be a top contender this year. “Wow. That was impressive,” Jackson said. “Mhm. I certainly agree with you.” “Hopefully, you get her instead of her mate. I want to film your destruction,” he added with a deep chuckle at the end. He was not amusing at all, so I turned around and went to find someone else to talk to. Danica, one of our warriors, handed me a fresh beer which I eagerly accepted and thanked her. ‘Luna Elle’s wolf is hilarious. She noticed that you were about to intervene and wanted me to relay her appreciation,’ Zen told me.

The scars my mate made damn sure would never heal, tattooed into each side of my inner thighs. Did the man see those? Humiliation tore at my chest. The sob heaved deep in my throat, but no sound came. I sucked in the pain. Plucked out the noise. I wrapped the towel around my body and pressed another to my damp hair. I opened the door and there the hunter stood, holding clothes out. Women’s clothes. My brow tipped. “My wife’s. My late wife. She died… years ago. She wasn’t nearly as small as you but at least you’ll have something to wear,” he said, avoiding my gaze. I took the clothes from his hand and retreated back to the bathroom.

Hence, bounty hunters, unless the bounty instructed otherwise, hunted with the sole mission of killing and sending live videos as evidence of the death. But if that was the case, the more reason he should find Wilson as soon as possible before he runs into the veterans. Those were the really dangerous people. He believed that if Wilson did run into just one, with the latter's current skill set, he was f*cked. "I will jump." He said to Spade who looked at him curiously for a few moments before nodding. "Whatever you say, Mr Charlie." Les than half an hour later, Spade yelled from the pilot's seat.

All he had to do was buy them a few drinks, and they were more than willing to help him find out where she'd gone. He had scoured the wide-open space of the ranch owned by the cowboya man he was sure Lauren was sleeping with. He'd even helped some of his new friends rustle some of the man's herd, just to mess with him. The cowboy's old girlfriend, Edie, was dead set on revenge, and he was more than willing to help her get it.