Cowboy Bounty Hunter Novels & Stories

Vacuuming carpets and dusting desks was mundane, but it wasn’t the worst job Cowboy Sam, a.k.a. Danny Yokes, had performed in his centuries long life. Still, as he ran the old Hoover WindTunnel over the faded navy blue flooring of Mrs. Lawrence’s fifth grade classroom, he couldn’t help but wonder what might be next for him. He needed to find a way to move on from here, to make contact with Alex or any of the other Hunters who might be willing to help him in some way. He knew there were thousands of Hunters and Guardians who wanted him dead, and though he felt he was fully capable of living by himself in the rustic state he now existed in for as long as he needed to, it was getting rather mon

Overall, it seemed like most of my weekends would be lonely until we had sorted this Marco issue out and cleared Hunter's name so I could spend those weekends in Hunter's home too. Gavin came to pick me up, and we headed to the venue together. Everyone was present, including McCain this time. "Thank you for attending , Wilde," Marco greeted me, and I returned the curtsey. "McCain's pack was attacked three nights ago by a couple of hunters," Marco said, and McCain nodded. "What did they want?" Gavin asked him. "They claimed I was doing some shady stuff that violates the treaty rules. They trashed my place and injured a lot of my wolves in the process." He said, and I looked at him.

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

“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.

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.