Cowboy Idioms Novels & Stories

He wraps his arm around my shoulder and says, "Well, well, well, if it isn't the prettiest cowgirl in the west. Think your horse has what it takes to beat that other dude's time? Let's show 'em how we do things 'round here!" As Kale Crain said in Dreamer, "My horse beat every horse that shows up!" And I flutter my lashes like a giggly girl, 'cause let's face it, who doesn't love a good underdog story? Cortland's laughter echoes like a thunderclap and shakes me to my core. It's like he's using a jackhammer to break down the walls around my heart. Damn it, why does he have to be so hilarious? My defenses are crumbling faster than a sandcastle in a tsunami. This guy is a danger to my emotional

“We count as cowboys, right?” Jenni looks over at us and smiles. “All you have to do is wear a cowboy hat, and it magically makes you a cowboy. Didn’t you know that?” I laugh. “Well, technically, a cowboy is someone who rides in a rodeo or works at a ranch herding cattle. But we’ve gotten a little looser with the terminology over the years. But all good cowboys are kind to others and work hard. We can get the job done, no matter how hard it may be.”

After tying the calf paws the cowboy has to mount the animal and raise his hands to stop the time. Kayden is the next one in the dispute, representing Walker ranch. The announcer says Kayden’s name and he’s largely applauded by a wide number of girls that screams his name as if he was a rock star. “Ridding the pure blood Sky and representing Walker ranch, from Portland, the cowboy that makes the girls sigh, Kayden Vaugh.” Kayden entered galloping Sky steady and reaching the heavy calf from around 320 yards apart, like an arrow he jumped out of the mare and tied the calf, quickly raising his hands, doing spectacular time of 9.48 seconds.

He was a man in his element, a cowboy through and through. As the day wore on, they kept driving the cattle, the majestic mountains providing a stunning backdrop. The cattle mooed and shuffled, a living, moving mass against the vast landscape. Their destination was a resting spot for the night, a pause in their journey before the final push in the morning to the ranch.

Trina's POV Before I could finish processing what he just said, he continued, "And, today, my gorgeous wife here extended her line of prowess by proving just how amazing of a cowgirl she truly is…" The husky, low, suggestive tone in which he spoke, the way he pronounced ‘cowgirl' and the way he looked at me when he said it… oo la la! I was literally melting into a puddle on that bed!

"Now, I know you disrespectful pricks are not true cowboys because once a woman says no it's no. I will let you have this final warning come near us again the rest of you will get the same treatment." I let go and the guy dropped and I watched his buddies drag him off. One of the cowboys walked up to me and smiles "so, would you like to dance."

I knew my dick was drooling, but then I felt the drippy, when she sank down and settled in my lap. She was wet as hell, and the sight of her impaled on my dick and anxious to ride, was probably going to make it a short ride. I tried to calm down, as she started a sensuous, cowgirl bounce. Those tits were gonna do me in too, but looking back, I doubt my solution really made me last much longer. I grabbed my glass and sipped whiskey, while watching my wife ride my cock. Raising the glass, I toasted, "To a cowgirl and cocktails...baby girl, I think we are made for longer weekends."

“Like – with bars and for animals?” “Biker slang, hon,” Cowboy explained. “Means anything with wheels that ain’t a motorcycle. Car, van, truck, whatever.” “Oh, right,” Jo said, recalling some of her studying of MC terminology. “Gotcha.” “Some of the guys helped me move into Silver’s place when I first got to Denver,” Zoe said. “They were amazing with everything.” “You lived with Silver?” Jo asked her. A surge of jealousy rose up in her at the thought of Zoe wandering around showing off those amazing long legs in cute underwear and having coffee with a towel-clad and gloriously bare-chested Silver. “Really?”

“Wait, did he give you that heater? No, wait, that's from the outsiders. What do cowboys call their revolvers? Pops?” The security guards drew closer as Tyler stared at Daniel like he was an alien speaking another language. “Who's a cowboy?” Tyler demanded weakly. “Why do you keep asking me these questions?” "I don't know, Tee. You seem like a fascinating character. I've always been intrigued by the 1800s, and you strike me as the perfect person to shed some light on that era. Did you ever journey along the Oregon Trail? I've heard tales of the devastating dysentery that plagued travelers. And if your wagon's axle snapped, that was pretty much it, wasn't it? A broken axle meant certain doom.

I’m like a Marlboro man so I kick on back Wish I could roll on back to that old town road I wanna ride till I can’t no more This song perfectly complements Cassius in massive proportions. Picture this: several miles from our pack, nestled in the majestic mountains, lies our sprawling ranch and a magnificent lodge. The air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and the distant sounds of laughter from humans enjoying their year-round vacations. From Monday to Friday, we all tirelessly manage the ranch and lodge. But when the weekend arrives, we immerse ourselves in exhilarating rodeos, leaving the care of the ranch and lodge to ranch hands and omegas.