Cowboy Oc Novels & Stories

“Next up in saddle bronc riding is Colby McKay, the Wyoming cowboy from Sundance. Colby is currently ranked eighth in saddle bronc riding competition in the Mountain and Plains Circuit, with 8,712 cumulative points. He’s also in the number two position this week in the All-Around standings. Ooh, and looky here, rodeo fans, Colby’s draw today is the three-year-old named Elway, a bronc from the Sutliff Rodeo Stock Company out of Livingston, Colorado.” Channing focused the binoculars on the chutes across the arena. The gatekeeper waited in front of the metal gate, rope in hand, watching for Colby’s signal. From this distance the only thing she could see was the top of Colby’s brown cowboy hat.

He disappeared from sight in the tall, golden prairie grass when he sat. Curious, she made her way over, finding him prone on the blanket, one arm bent behind his head, and his Stetson tipped over his eyes. A gray tee stretched over the ridges of his pecs, his abs, and his legs were crossed at the ankles, encased in a worn pair of denim. Lazy, sexy cowboy. "I really wish I had my camera right now." He grinned and crooked a finger, summoning her. Waiting a beat, she chewed her lip. She had an undeniable urge to straddle him, ride him in a more satisfying way than the gelding. Save a horse, right?

" It wasn't long before Luis showed up and we headed out to dinner. He decided to take me out to eat at Saltgrass Steak House in Mcallen. I looked around the restaurant and couldn't help but chuckle at all the Dallas Cowboys paraganglia around the bar. I looked at Luis "I guess the owner is a Dallas Cowboys fan?" "You could say that. It is owned by the Tom Laundry Corporation at least that is what I herd." "Really wow. I can't believe how much the valley has changed. Although I should have expected as much considering it has been sixteen years." "Yeah, it is hard to believe you have been gone that long."

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

It’s romantic, just like our picnic atop the mountain. At this point, I could smell my way to him. Alpha Wyatt has always smelled strongly of his cologne. I continue to follow the path until I come to a pedestal with a bouquet of flowers. There’s a note in the bouquet, it says, “Beautiful flowers for my beautiful little wolf.”

Avery notice her interest. The cowboy was young, not more than a year or two past her own age, but he had a carefree confidence about him that Emma immediately envied. His hair was dark, tied back with a rawhide thong, and dusky beard-stubble shadowed the tanned planes of his cheeks. His eyes were a faded sagebrush green, crinkled at the corners from squinting into the sunset, making him look even older.