Cowboy Bounty Hunter Novels & Stories

I made him think I believe every word he says and he bought it. I was supposed to be hunting for this man who they call “the white dragon” that led the nightcrawlers. Shrugging it off, I accepted the job in exchange for triple the amount for our monthly allowance. Food is hard enough to get by in these times. I have to admit if it wasn’t for Hunter who took us into his pack we would have starved so I needed to do something about it. It has been weeks but nothing. It’s like they’ve all disappeared or shit like that. And when I heard my daughter ran away because of this pretty boy Hunter I wasted no time and left my post.

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.

They ordered beer, wings, and potato wedges. Hawk’s brother, Colt, had picked Ava up at the ranch. He had driven their brand new black Wagoneer 4x4. Hawk had said they had bought it for the ranch but had found it practical for long trips. Colt had driven it tonight to fetch Ava because it was the one SUV the brothers knew that the Steeles weren’t familiar with - yet. Colt had driven Ava to The Cowboy Saloon parking lot where Hawk was waiting for her in his white Chevrolet Silverado. From there they rode to Three Forks. Colt had said he would meet them in an hour or so to play pool. “There’s something I’ve been dying to ask you since I meet you in the parking lot to come here,” Ava said. They

“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—?”

That was my best regret. Whenever I thought that everything was okay, and Lauren was safe, something happened to her. I even lost count. Lauren escaped death by now. I glanced at my phone when the screen lit up again. It had vibrated a few times when I was coaxing Lauren into sleep. It was Bowan. I picked up the phone and put it to my ear. “Speak,” I asked him in a low and firm voice. “Ms. Shaw was right, Mr. Shaw. There was a bounty over your head at that time, and the person who accepted that bounty was connected to Lupus Wick.” My jaw tightened while listening to him.

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.