Cowboy Contest Novels & Stories

The cheerful tune of 'Christmas' by Darlene Love fills the room. The cocoa in the cookie I bite into overwhelms my senses, causing me to cough into my fist and quickly gulp down some eggnog. Goodness gracious. "We're ready!" Perth calls out from the slightly ajar door. Willow playfully grabs a candy cane, pretending it's a microphone, and positions herself close to Lincoln's phone, which he's using to film the contest exclusively for our group. "I'm your host and one of the four judges, Willow Kitten," she announces with a flirty flutter of her eyelashes. "Welcome to the Hot, Hot, Hot Santa Underwear Contest, featuring the bodyguards of Security Force Omega. Who will claim the ultimate prize

He outlined, counting off the roadblocks on his fingers. “William and Mary have graciously offered to let me use some of their horses for now, but that only solves part of the puzzle. The contestants competing are required to bring their horses, underscoring my need for something more specialized. To truly stand out and provide an authentic experience, I need some proper broncos for the show.” He frowned.

The announcer sets off a storm of giggles with his witty remark - "Cortland and Austin clinch the victory, but it's a major blow for all the single ladies out there. Mr. Carter is officially taken, as he's roped himself a gorgeous cowgirl. Yee-haw! Congratulations, lovebirds!" I guess everyone knows now. What can you do, smile and move forward. As the awards ceremony ends, we take a few steps forward with pride and pose for the obligatory photos. With the barrel race officially wrapped up, we begin the task of packing up and readying ourselves for the journey home. In true team spirit, everyone chips in to load up the horses and gear. As we hit the road, the hum of the engine lulls us into

Mom had to work two different jobs as I took over running the shop, but I knew things weren’t going well. That’s when I met Prez and the Wolf Riders MC! They were on the run from their own Enforcers and the president at the time, having failed a coup. The president was forcing their patched members and prospects to do the drugs they were supposed to deal, only allowing them their fix once the drop was done. Even going as far as overdosing on a couple of them, and the women inside the club. Men who didn’t get their fix got aggressive, and on more than one occasion, the fight ended with someone dead on the floor.

VOLUME SIX: A COWBOY AND HIS SWEET SPOT Carter's ass bounced on the hard seat of his banged-up pickup truck as he drove across the state line into Wyoming. Man, he was tired, and his butt hurt. Riding fourteen hours on the back of a horse was much more comfortable than six on the worn-out seat in the truck.

"For a few minutes there I thought I was being called into the principal's office." "Not at all." Dean took another swallow of coffee. "But there're a couple of things you need to be aware of. It's about to get a little more exciting around here." "Okay." Jack nodded his head. Dean picked up a flyer from his desk and handed it over. Jack lifted an eyebrow. "Rodeo?" "Uh huh." Dean nodded. "Randy Warren at the Flying W holds one every year. Raises money for the youth ranch on the west side of the county."

Ray had won first place for bull riding and breakaway roping. He had two blue ribbons and nine thousand dollars in prize money. “I had no idea the prize money was so substantial in a rodeo,” Ava said as they walked upstairs at The Coyote Bluff Estate. Ray nodded. “Contestants can win up to ten to twelve thousand, depending on how many people are in the contests and how many there are in.” “Wow,” Ava mumbled. They got outside of their rooms.

So in the evening they had a long feast in the open ground in front of the town. Although the dishes were not as elaborate as those served at the presidential estate, the portions were certainly adequate. There was even a whole roast cow on the middle table! Hundreds of pounds of whole roast cow on the table! If the person next to me had not insisted on dragging me to taste a piece, I would have thought it was a huge wooden carving. Young men and women gathered separately and shuttled among the feasts. More people gathered in another open area. Because there was a simple bull riding contest going on

He even liked it that she lived above the saloon, since it meant a game was handy if he felt like playing. Since the Hat Creek outfit had been gathering cattle and getting ready for their drive, games were handier than they had been for a while. Several cowboys drifted into Lonesome Dove, looking for work; some of them had enough snap left at night to wander in and cut the cards. A tall cowboy named Needle Nelson showed up from north of San Antonio, and a cheerful cowboy from Brownsville named Bert Borum. At first Xavier was cheered by all the new customers, until it occurred to him that they would only be there for a week or