Cowboy Novels & Stories

Not a real one, but someone doing a horrible impersonation of one. Ellie thought he'd said something earlier about it being silly that wolves were riding horses, so she didn't believe a word he said. She just tried to smile while Shelby asked another question. "Was he a rodeo cowboy or a cattle moving cowboy?" "He was a real cowboy," Blade said, emphasizing the word "real" which still didn't answer the question. Then, he leaned in way too close to Ellie and asked, "Do you know what I'm good at ropin'?"

"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.

' I said as I cut her link and opened up a new one. 'I need a med ATV at my location, now.' I snapped as I let out a howl. 'Whoever is closest.' Within seconds a young wolf pulled up beside me and started following as I made my way back towards Scott. By the time we got there, we could hear cries of pain. We got around the tree and could see Kenny preforming CPR on Scott as he lay on the floor. Chester was crying off to the side. Shifting back I ran over with the young man following with a large bag. Within minutes there was a tube in Scott's mouth and Kenny was pumping a bag.

Emily Warner “So what brings you to the dating sites?” I ask trying to change the subject. “Just trying to get to meet new people, I guess.” He says as the waiter comes in to take the order. I remember Carter telling me that’s code for a guy when he wants to have casual sex. But Jacob said on the dating profile that he was looking for someone to date? “So, what do you do?’ I ask as the waiter leaves after taking our order. “I am a lawyer but I am also a part time scuba instructor.” He says nicely but it wasn’t the same anymore.

He walked over to me and faced the group of guys. "I see you've all met our newest fighter. Gentlemen, this is Cobra. Trust me on this when I say don't piss her off." He smiled down at the guy who slowly got up. "What is the meaning of this, Jax? Another girl?" He snapped at Jax, and I watched amused. "What's wrong? Is the little boy upset he got beat up by a girl?" I said in a kid's voice, making the others laugh. He grunted, going back to the bench press he was using a minute ago. I smiled at Liam before returning to the combination I was practicing on my own punching bag.

"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."

Me: kk. I left my phone on the couch and went upstairs too change, I put on my favorite comfy, grey sweatpants then a plain black long-sleeve body suit with black crocs to match. I pulled my hair back into a sock bun as I walked to my brother's room. I knocked on the door, "Hey, can you give me a ride?" "Ask Blake." he yelled back. "If I wanted to, I would've." I grumbled. I got no response and pressed my ear against the door, I heard the tapping of the keyboard on his phone, "Can you just take me? It's not even that far."

But him talking about it as if it were some big joke made her feel used and cheap. “S’matter? Truth sting a bit, love?” She stared at him. Who was this cruel man? Something had set him off tonight. Before she could formulate a snappy response, Cash Big Crow sauntered up and tapped Jared on the shoulder. Cash was another heart-stoppingly handsome cowboy on the rodeo circuit. Native American, short and stocky, with long dark hair he wore in a braid, he had a grin as wide as the brim of his black Stetson. Cash was a little older than the youngsters on the circuit, and bit bowlegged from years spent riding bulls, broncs and “anything that bucked”.

And at the top of it… Four figures. They didn’t move like people. They moved like gravity had decided to bend around them instead. The one on the far left wore a black Stetson tilted low, red-and-black plaid shirt tucked into dark jeans, cowboy boots polished to a mirror shine. A silver revolver rested low on her hip—old-school, but the barrel glinted with runes. Gothic cowgirl. She smiled slow, like she’d already decided how I tasted.

- I asked, trying to show authority. - Well, well, I'm just passing through. I've been coming here for many years to drink water. I know a secret passage, and the border guards never catch me. I saw you were crying. Don't you want to blurt out with this rogue? I will not judge you. What did I have to lose? - Everyone hates me in the pack, and my uncle can only pick me up within three weeks. - What's your name, little Wolf? - I'm Angel Carson Brown, son of Beta Brady Brown and Mary Carson.