Cowboy Idioms Novels & Stories

the bartender said happily. “Unavailable?!!” The wolves in the bar chorused unhappily. “Look…ya gentlemen must be mistaken or ya must’ve misunderstood something,” the cowboy said as he got up on his feet. “When I drink at this bar, I only drink whisky. Do yourselves a favor and return the bottle before leaving.” The cowboy returned to his seat like nothing had happened. “I don’t have time for this. The rain isn’t as heavy as before. Let’s head out, Ghen,” I ordered.

She pressed her lips together, feeling her heart race again. "Go ahead and laugh now, cowboy," she whispered, staring at him. "But you’ll give me back what’s mine... one way or another." "They say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, ma’am," said a handsome cowboy, with a smile almost as perfect as Carter’s. "They must do toothpaste commercials," she thought, irritated and amused at the same time. "Good afternoon to you too," she replied sharply, chin high. He laughed, lifting one hand in a friendly gesture.

“I have seen ALL of you remember?” Her towel slipped and she grabbed it. “Still, why aren’t you out—cowboying or something?” The grin widened further as he raised his brows. “Cowboying?” His eyes were stuck to her struggling and towel slipping. “Yeah, you know…Yee-Haw? Get along little doggies…Saddle up, move em out…rawhide!” she sang.

Kids who are riding with us is now giggling so I laugh as well, finding their giggle fun to listen. I look at Damian and he is just watching me from my right side so I laugh, pointing him. “You look like a lame cow boy.” I teased, grabbing my phone out. “Smile, Mister!” I exclaimed to tease him even more. “I am not riding a cow, how did I become a cowboy?” My lips parted in realization but shrug my shoulder nonetheless. “Well—“ “It is supposed to be a jockey.” I gasped, rolling my eyes. “Whatever, Dawson! Don’t get smart with me, shut it.”

Parting was more amiable than he would have expected. The chief was pleased with the quality of horses and saddles that were traded for Aiden. Aiden did his best to hide his emotions as he said goodbye to his prize gelding. He knew they had no other option than to trade for him, but he would miss his old friend. A cowboy and his horse were a partnership. He knew he’d be lost without him for some time. As for the saddle, of course the chief was happy with it. It was crafted with the finest leather and custom made to fit his horse’s back; like a man would have a shoe made especially for his foot. The saddles on the other two horses were nothing to scoff at. Although they weren’t custom made

This time Ezikiel was the one whose voice becomes louder, aggravating he shouts, “What did they say with my handsome face?! I make that kid eaten his words, and taste my burning fist.” Cederick immediately pulled Ezikiel back before he adds more fuel to the fire. “Stay put there,” he commanded, which Ezikiel followed without complaint. Cederick then sighed, and thought, “Ezikiel, Nikka, and Lance are the big example of an idiom, ‘birds with the same feather flock together,’ “ Christine also added to what she said, “And he said that brother Cede looks like a weakling than his big brother, d*mn I felt upset!”

the director shouted. The cowboy - Lycidas - flashed a grin, all wolfish charm. "Where's the fun in that?" His voice dripped honey and gravel. I watched him saunter off, the swagger of a man who'd never stopped riding horses. The lounge door hissed shut behind him. Inside, the air stank of bourbon and ego. Lycidas shrugged off his denim jacket, muscles rippling under sweat-sheened skin. He didn't turn as I locked the door.

“Cowgirl, I wanted to have someone like me, not one of those overpriced shiny things. Remember the saying ‘all that glitters is not gold’ honey. That is the truth right there.” “The more you speak, the more your accent is coming out. Why?” she asked, and he laughed a bit. “Well, ya see, my sweet cowgirl. I have a surprise for you.” He said as he looked up. “What is that? “She asked as she looked at him and saw that he was looking around the field. “Those dots on the horizon.” He chuckled. “What?” she asked.

"One time, and you're never going to let that go, are you? You weren't even there. I never should have told you." "About the lagoon or the prince?" He tossed his sweaty dress shirt at my head. "Both." Even if I'd wanted to-which I didn't-I couldn't have stopped myself. "Maybe you'll fall for a lake and a cowboy. Or possibly a horse and water trough." The stern expression that marred his gorgeous face only spurred me on. "A pig and slop. Cow and field?" "You were a lot cuter when you were broody." "Was it the cow that tipped you over?" That was only funny to me. Eason McNabb had never been cow tipping. I'd bet money he'd never even heard of the pastime.