Cowboy Bounty Hunter Novels & Stories

“That was something that had never happened up until the day my dad shot and killed that female Hunter who had helped ambush the team at Sierraville.” “Is that the place where Elliott was killed?” Zane asked. Jo wasn’t sure on all of the details, but she knew that much. “Yes.” She’d already told him some of this but repeated it now. “The Hunter who shot him was named Cowboy Sam. My dad shot a Hunter named Camilla. She’d shot… Jamie, I think. But then, Christian had gotten shot that night, too. Maybe it was him. I’m not sure. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that story, and it wasn’t one either of my parents liked to talk about.” She could hear voices ahead of her and knew they were alm

"Whatever, I'm buying the pork buns. Wait here." "K." I pulled out my waterskin to get a drink of water. A battalion of bounty hunters decided to make a grand entrance into the market, dressed in thick leather armour. A large wagon trailed on behind them, lead by a bald woman. My eyes moved to the two bounty hunters riding on her side. They both sat on horses that looked... too familiar. One of them looked a lot like Rakia's horse, Luca. My eyes remained fixated on the two horses, trying to note some clue or something, but suddenly, a banana peel hit me in the face. "Hey!"

We are closing in. How many? 4 Rogues but I sense another presence His next words making my eyes to widen. I sense a hunter your Majesty Fuc*! Surround them. I am coming! I mindlink Jason and tell him to report. We were leaving. There is a hunter and there are chances he can be the one finding the prophesied one. These hunters are searching for rejected mates. And right now. There is only one in out pack. Sh**! The thought making me stop suddenly and I send Jason another mindlink.

He sounded like he had said this so many times he had become desensitized to it. "Yes, I agree." "Next." The man motioned for the next bounty seeker. It went on like this. It was all rather quick. The black market is such a scary place. I don't understand what kind of person could run a place like this. My stomach was twisting with nerves and deep disgust. "Name?" The seeker with the girl stepped up. "Tyler." "Species of your prisoner?" I listened closely. "Unicorn." Holy shit. I thought they were all dead. This poor girl. She'll never grow her horn like this. Unicorns need absolute love and happiness to grow a strong magical horn. This bounty seeker is an idiot.

“What do you mean? A… bounty?” “Yes.” Hazel’s voice shook. “Declared an hour ago. Dead or alive.” My stomach twisted. Cold sweat slid down my spine. Dead or alive. A bounty meant hunters. A bounty meant wolves. A bounty meant strangers with greedy eyes and no hesitation to drag me back, or worse…. “Who?” The word tore from my throat, jagged and raw. “Who would do that?” Hazel hesitated, and that silence was louder than any answer. “No.” My chest heaved. “No, no…don’t tell me… Cardan. Did he—?”

Next, I encrypted the evidence I had gathered on the York family, including hints about tax evasion by Frank's company, three times and sent it to someone I knew. He was a friend I had met during a cybersecurity competition, someone who claimed to work in a "special unit" for the government. I told him I was about to carry out a "transaction" and sent him the time and location. Finally, I opened the backend of "Scumbag Hunter." The app had not been shut down yet. I gathered all the money in my bank account, along with the cash I had withdrawn for emergencies, for a total of fifty thousand dollars. With that money, I posted an unprecedented final Quest on the app with the highest bounty yet.

"Well, you're assumption is correct. As well known as you were back in the Spanish-American War, especially since due to your track record you two have been more and more well renowned than ever before, even now when committing a crime." Seth screws up his nose and presses his lips together, "We didn't really go after that many notable figures for such a track record to be... well - well renowned." "I beg to differ, people like the Butcher of New York or even the Locksteady Preacher of Texas. Nobody else could do it, but you two were able to, I also know it better than everyone that those people had pretty hefty bounties on their heads as well." Seth shakes his head, "I'm sure that other bou

Bounty hunters? "I may have placed a bounty on you." - In a secretive location, a group of men in black readied their guns and other deadly weapons. The one who seemed to be their leader puffed smoke from his dark lips. "Let's roll, guys. Maximus Wallington, our target, must be dead. That twenty million will be ours." Many other deadly hunters, disguised on the streets, saw the job on the secretive dark platforms. Twenty million dollars for whoever kills... Maximus Wallington.

“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.

He looked around the inn at the others looking for a sign of the silver-eyed demon. He flicked the tip of his tail impatiently looking at the men arguing on price. He spoke finally, unable to wait a single moment more. “excuse me gentlemen I need to speak with the owner” The men looked at him and for a few moments they didn’t speak. After a bit the tall lanky older man cleared his throat to speak. “hello sir, I’m in the middle of a business transaction so I’ll get to you when I’m done” Wolferan huffed silently, “I’m here about one of your patrons. I’m a bounty hunter and this person is very dangerous so if you’d please….” He left off his words looking at the man.