Cowboy Bounty Hunter Novels & Stories

Detective Kidman said. “Names,” a white man said sternly. “I have the right to know who shot my daughter.” The other parents mumbled their agreement. “Lawrence Mitchell, Lenny Woods, Neil Simon, and Ben Kelly,” Detective Grayson answered. “They’re middle-aged men who couldn’t find new jobs in the financial field. Ben Kelly was in ruinous debt. Lawrence Mitchell and Lenny Woods had to take jobs at restaurants. Neil Simon had lost his condo and was working as a dish washer at the men’s club he used to be a member at.”

Jake turned towards Ithel, "do you have any evidence that my horse is the white thunder?" Ithel frowned, he knew he didn't have the evidence. At this time, he spotted Dan Brown and saw that he was cuffed and restrained by Steven Ray beside him. Immediately, he understood, these men must be bounty hunters. "That's right," Steve Ray came forward, "we're bounty hunters enlisted by the royal house. If the white thunder was stolen, we would have known about it. Additionally, if Mr Larson was a criminal as you suggest, we would have received a warrant of arrest for him. So, as far as we're concerned, you all are talking rubbish."

They were now invisible again. Lainey looked around and tensed. “That is the spot where I saw the man with the lost puppy. He had a leash and told me that his puppy had gotten away. He asked if I had seen it. I looked up to answer him and then I woke up in a cage inside that horrible cliff. Later, I found out that the guys name was Essam.”

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

“This is a real manhunt game, Mr. Price. No health bars, no restart button, no power ups. Once these hunters get to you, you're dead.” “Did Mr. Andrews pay you? I can give you something twice as much as his.” I almost fell to my knees. “Not everything revolves around money, Mr. Price, and this case is not an exception. I am a businessman. A billionaire. Do you think I give a fuck about your money?” “Then why do you want to kill me?” “Because you messed with one of us,” he tells me. “What?” My face slowly contorts into confusion.

But him talking about it as if it were some big joke made her feel used and cheap. “S’matter? Truth sting a bit, love?” She stared at him. Who was this cruel man? Something had set him off tonight. Before she could formulate a snappy response, Cash Big Crow sauntered up and tapped Jared on the shoulder. Cash was another heart-stoppingly handsome cowboy on the rodeo circuit. Native American, short and stocky, with long dark hair he wore in a braid, he had a grin as wide as the brim of his black Stetson. Cash was a little older than the youngsters on the circuit, and bit bowlegged from years spent riding bulls, broncs and “anything that bucked”.

remarked Brick, as he had no real love for the law in his own right given his outlaw lifestyle. "The aforementioned bondsman put out a high bounty on the running fool's head and will pay quite the sum for him returned alive," said Sheriff Tillman. "Money's so good I might have joined in myself had I the time and resources." "And you thought to share this information with me?" said Brick with an arched brow once more. "What's the catch old man?" "Favor for a favor and all that," replied Sheriff Tillman. "There's a man in Wyoming that's looking for good decent folk to take on a job that's about fifteen years in the making."

I asked him. The man from the cell next to us says, “They are wolf hunters.” “Wolf hunters? I never heard of such a thing.” I said to him walking towards his cell so I could get a better look at the man I was talking to. “They hunt wolves who have a bounty on their heads. So, the question is who has a bounty on both of your heads?” He asks and I can think of a few people. “I can think of a few including my parents.” Conner says and I look at him confused by the parents’ part. Last time I checked it was just his mother but I am now guessing he assumes his father is involved.

They were like specially trained assassins and even supernaturals with all their abilities find it out to shake them off. That's who my family were, the Holmes. My father was a hunter, his father was a hunter then my great grand mother was a hunter and it went on like that, as far back as centuries. It was a mantle that has always been passed from generations to generations and it was my turn now. My name is Edna Holmes, the latest hunter from the Holmes family. I hunt wolves and vampires for a living. My reason? Mine was a little different from the others who fought to protect.

He added as Higgins showed no sign of willingness to give him an equal reply. "I am known the Vicar of Mavion. At least that was my alias until I got to know that this town is one of the reason the tale of Robin hood had a vital reason to come into play. It's just that I'm one of the rich and no one dares steal from me." He said. "So what's this about your entire self Higgins. Anymore signs and I would think you were a..." "Werewolf! Yes, that's what he is." Rayla butted in.