Cowboy Authors Novels & Stories

“It looks like there will only be the three of us when this all hits the fan.” Matvey paused for a few seconds seemingly trying to take in the sudden 350 degree change in attitude. He then smiled and shook his hand. “Sudden charm alongside those rough edges,” Rain stated as she stared at Cowboy. Cowboy raised his brows at her then shrugged. “Look, you gotta understand something here. I have lived with these men, worked this land side by side with them. They are, for all intents and purposes, my brothers.” Rain gazed into his eyes as he paused.

Pissed mainly at that flutter in his stomach when she said she'd come back later—a feeling that wasn't fear, but rather, anticipation? "Shit," he grumbled into the pillow, burying his face in it. Serenity Creek had turned into a minefield, and he, Ethan Callahan, the toughest cowboy in the county, was stepping on all the bombs. And the nurse with the brown eyes was the biggest one.

Mom had to work two different jobs as I took over running the shop, but I knew things weren’t going well. That’s when I met Prez and the Wolf Riders MC! They were on the run from their own Enforcers and the president at the time, having failed a coup. The president was forcing their patched members and prospects to do the drugs they were supposed to deal, only allowing them their fix once the drop was done. Even going as far as overdosing on a couple of them, and the women inside the club. Men who didn’t get their fix got aggressive, and on more than one occasion, the fight ended with someone dead on the floor.

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.

Bonds of Destiny: A Contract with the Cowboy Synopsis: Jack Colt, one of the most respected ranchers in Texas, lives an apparently perfect life on his vast property. However, a growing dissatisfaction and the desire to have a family begin to haunt him. When Clayton, an old friend deep in debt, proposes that Jack marry his daughter Charlotte in exchange for clearing his debts, Jack finds himself facing a difficult decision. Charlotte, a young woman who has endured abuse and deprivation at the hands of her father, begins to find hope and security on Jack’s ranch.

Our food arrives and there is no denying that Texans know how to barbecue, even though it is prepared in a tent, the food is very good. For a while we sat in silence, enjoying the delicious meal. “Returning to the previous subject, you made those assumptions based on my defeat, so there is nothing to worry about, since I will not fall.” Allan speaks with confidence. “Just like how you didn't fall in Last Cowboy?” Rayka asks. “That was a stroke of bad luck, and after all, why are you so worried about this matter?” Allan asks her. “Because my father is one of the founders of the PBR and the creator of Iron Cowboy, as well as the biggest winner of Stock Contractor.”

He even liked it that she lived above the saloon, since it meant a game was handy if he felt like playing. Since the Hat Creek outfit had been gathering cattle and getting ready for their drive, games were handier than they had been for a while. Several cowboys drifted into Lonesome Dove, looking for work; some of them had enough snap left at night to wander in and cut the cards. A tall cowboy named Needle Nelson showed up from north of San Antonio, and a cheerful cowboy from Brownsville named Bert Borum. At first Xavier was cheered by all the new customers, until it occurred to him that they would only be there for a week or

“Is that a real thing?” “It’s a very real thing. His first collection of poetry, The Grass Is Never Greener - Contemporary Cowboy Poetry, he published under J. P. Gorham became an international bestseller the first week it was published. His personal appearances are standing room only events and his chap books, artwork and audio CDs always sell out. Unfortunately, Henry wouldn’t even consider publishing poetry, so we didn’t sign him and John started his own independent press. He’s doing really well. I’m happy for him.”

"But I do have a question." Liam raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, what's that?" "What's he doin' here?" He pointed at Rooster who leaned against the back of the building. A look passed between the lawman and the pres. "He's riding along." "Is he riding along as a lawman or an outlaw biker?" Layne knew he shouldn't be asking that question, that Liam would probably tell him to shut the fuck up, but he couldn't help it. He was feeling on edge, and he had to get that nervous energy out somehow, even if it meant picking a fight.