Cowboy Idioms Novels & Stories

Viola suppressed her anger and retorted, "You are on the same boat with Catherine. You only want to save her from embarrassment by teasing me. That's immoral." Ronin did not retort her. He put his arm on Amelia's shoulder and asked, "Amelia, do you know what 'have a cow' means?" Amelia paused, not knowing Ronin's intention. Ronin pointed at Viola and said, "She's explaining it to you vividly." Amelia figured out Ronin's wordplay. She could not help but laugh out loud. Viola's face darkened, pointing at Ronin angrily. "How dare you!"

Translator’s Note Same pasture (回头草) Refers to a good horse does not turn around to graze on the same pasture (好马不吃回头草): A chinese idiom meaning a person with dignity does not repeat the same thing/past experience no matter what challenge they face.

I told him, "Yes, we are hiring ranch hands and I hope he has his own cutting horse." He laughed and asked, "What good is a cowboy without his horse?" "I laughed right back at him, then I said, "Hey stud, for every question there's usually a reason for that question. Do you think that everyone who calls, meets the qualifications of being a cowboy?" I heard in the phone, "OOPS, sorry ma'am, I guess from your response there must have been at least one who applied that didn't have a horse. I'm terribly sorry for my sarcasm."

"The queer cowboy's convention?" Jason scoffed and hopped on the countertop across from her, digging a finger into the guacamole she'd made earlier, "One, I'm heading out to a horse ranch downtown with some of my friends and two, there's nothing like queer cowboys convention, how did you even come up with that?" His voice rose incredulously at the end of the statement.

“Geez, okay. No need to have a frigging cow.” I smile without humor. “You are so old school sometimes.” She grins. “I know, right? Rebel said Mick was having a cow the other day and I made myself memorize it. I swore I’d use it at least five times before next weekend.” “Rebel said have a cow? I don’t believe that.” I shake my head, trying to picture it. “You made that up.” “No, seriously. He’s funny.” “I’ll just have to trust you on that,” I say, not sure I believe her stories.

He said, and Axton hurriedly took a book and pen. "When a girl says she wants missionary, it means she wants you to be on a ministry uniform" "Really?" "Yes Axton, jolt it down" Kent said. Axton hurriedly wrote it now, Kent was busy laughing inside of him. "What about cowgirl?" Axton asked "She's simply wants a woman cow" Kent said. "Why will she want that?" "Not the bigger kind of cow, the little calf" "That's weird, are you really sure that's what cowgirl means?" Axton asked.

“You’ve done enough. Be more careful next time. Save the fighting for someone who actually deserves it.” “Yes, my lady.” Gelo gave a sarcastic bow. Hera noticed the men watching and said, “Show’s over, guys. Get back to work!” As she walked away, Daniel, Gelo’s close friend, turned to Gelo and asked, “What’s a cowboy?” Gelo laughed and shook his head, “No idea.”

Killian released a deep breath and held onto the dog, clueless to the looks that were on him he closed his eyes to get calm. C.J., not noticing what was happening to her customer found his request humiliating. Her face burned with anger and lashed out. Not one to hold her tongue she said whatever came to mind. "I didn't ask your cowboy ass to come, sit in my chair. Who are you to act all high and mighty? Just because you're fucking some rich girl doesn't mean you're God. You should be ashamed of yourself messing with a dead man's wife when his grave ain't cold yet."

I look up from my drink and see the cowboy grinning at me. “Hey,” he starts. “Did it hurt?” “Excuse me?” I ask and take a sip of my drink. “Did it hurt?” he repeats. “When you fell from Heaven?” I blink once. Twice. He’s trying to be ironic, right? Carefully setting the drink down on the bar top, I realize he’s serious. “Not at all,” I answer. “Because I clawed my way out of the bowels of Hell.” “Hah. Good one. I haven’t heard that before.”

But at least they were never condescending, like their shit didn't stink or something. No, save that kind of BS for fancy-pants city boys. Starla mentally counted the nine Stellas arranged on a large serving tray. Stella. Because Bud just wouldn't do. Starla rolled her eyes and hoisted the tray. As she entered the party room, raucous laughter rang out. The apparent ringleader, the shortest man, naturally, spoke above the noise, his New York accent further grating on Starla's nerves. "All I'm saying is, that cowboy never knew what hit him." He picked up the beer Starla put down in front of him without bothering to acknowledge her presence. "We sent him that little redheaded piece of tw