Cowboy Bounty Hunter Novels & Stories

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.

He grumbled as I brought my hands down to see him rubbing his side. “Isn’t your job to be invisible? Part of that is not talking.” Sarael rolled her eyes. “His question was rude, mostly the tone. But just so we can be prepared for people coming after you, what was the bounty?” “I don’t know how flattered I am, but he set it at a million.” I frowned. “A million USD or EGP?” Azriel questioned, arching an eyebrow and ignoring my Aunt’s previous comment that he should be invisible. “USD. One million American dollars to the person that brings me to him, dead or alive.” I scoffed. Of course, Father would put the price in American money as it would entice more of the American hunters.

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

What in the world was that even supposed to mean? “Before I met Rosco, I was a bounty hunter.” Marty explains, passing the alcohol to me. “I killed for the highest bidder and didn’t give two shits about who it was I was offing. It could be a high-ranking wolf with immense power or some slum lord on the street. If the price was right, I’d kill them in a heartbeat.” “I see.” Taking a sip of the bacardi, I wait as Marty seems to collect his thoughts.

The scar under Silas’s left shoulder is the same place Crescent wolves were marked after oath-taking. Ethan had fallen for a spy. And now, he was chasing him into open fire. Unknown POV A figure stepped through the smoke of the ridge, cloak whipping in the wind. The bounty hunters were gone. Only blood remained. And Silas Unconscious. Broken. Still breathing. The figure crouched beside him. Fingers brushed his throat. Then lifted a comm. “Target secured. Prepare for delivery.” Because loyalty is a weapon And someone just pulled the trigger.

“He’s solid. No complaints so far. His experience impressed me.” “He’s honest and completely trustworthy,” Gabriel said, settling into the chair across from me. “The ranch is in good hands with him.” I nodded. The ranch had become my refuge, a place where I could escape the endless demands of the company. More importantly, it was the one place where I believed Jasmine was safe. “Any leads on Sebastian Lawrence?” I asked.

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.

I replied, and he told me to hang tight that he would be coming with two other hunters so they could bear witness. I went back to where Kevin and Randolph held the people we caught. "This bounty hunter said Murray paid handsomely for the job they are doing here," Randolph said to me, and I already knew Murray was behind this. It was amazing how little these two culprits knew about our world. They should know Randolph and who he was, yet they were clueless. It was as if they were not part of our society, as if they had come from a different country altogether. "Who is this guy?" I asked them, and the hunter looked away in shame. We let it rest after then and stood around waiting for Maxwell t

We spot a few supernaturals. A group of bounty hunters, gathered near the entrance of a bar. They’re talking in hushed voices, passing around a worn-out bounty poster—my bounty poster. Achilles nudges me. "Oh, this is too easy." I raise a brow. "What are you thinking?" A slow, mischievous grin spreads across his face. "Watch and learn, love." "Oi!" He calls out, swaggering over to the group, his Aussie accent thick. The bounty hunters turn, sizing him up.

“Was it involving saving the rogue pups? Killing Rebecca Julliard’s killer? Saving Olsen’s victims that nobody knew about? Or killing the eight bounty hunters at the alley?” Grover’s eyes flickered with interest. “So, you’ve heard about the bounty hunters too.” Heard? Cohen witnessed it with his very own eyes. He kept the case away from the eyes and ears of the Werewolf’s Council because he didn’t want them to get involved. He already planned to sort this out. The bounty hunters had it coming when they went after the redheaded huntress. Eight humans were no match to a supernatural being like her.