Cowboy Story Novels & Stories

“Bad enough that if these get out, your wife will see exactly what her daughter looks like when she comes. Bad enough that the charity board will have a field day. You need to wire the rest today or this explodes.” Marcus cursed under his breath. Reynolds heard movement, like the man was pacing. “I already sent half. Tell them the rest is coming. Buy me time.” Reynolds leaned back in his chair. The leather creaked under his weight. “Time for what? You’ve been saying that for weeks. This thing with the girl… it’s making you sloppy. Kane knows it. He’s using her as leverage now.” “Do not talk about her,” Marcus snapped. Reynolds almost laughed. Almost. “I’ve seen the files, boss. Project Cowgi

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 sales department organized a team-building trip and turned it into a killer-instinct trail race, with a $30,000 prize for the winner. I volunteer with a search and rescue team, and I stayed up all night mapping the safest route with supply points along the way. The new VP they had parachuted in tore up my map right before we set out. "What's the fun in a paved trail? We take the undeveloped Wildman Gorge. That's how you show real killer instinct! "To keep anyone from cheating with GPS, everyone hands over their communication devices." I pointed at the thunderheads on the horizon and tried to stop him. Wildman Gorge floods easily, and going in without radios was suicide. Instead, he smash

I simply sat in a crouched position, my head on my knees , my hands around my ankles and my braids splayed all over, awaiting his return. Back to the present... "Honestly?" I asked, throwing him a cursory glance before going back to my initial position. "Honestly" he stated, putting his large arms across his equally broad chest. He was in a simple white T-shirt and khaki shorts. He looked so good, I nearly forgot we were in the middle of a conversation. I gulped, heaving a breath before going on to narrate everything that transpired within the last few months. He listened with rapt attention, not interrupting, he only nodded and hummed a few times, but as soon as I told him about the marriag

the kid was saying. Everest could now see that she held a red-cheeked cowgirl toy in her hand and she shook it from left to right as she spoke. There was a cowboy propped up against a big stone on the floor and an egg-shaped, large-eared toy in front. Everest smiled. Humpty Dumpty? The girl picked up the cowboy with her other hand and shook him. "Don't be naughty, Jessie." She dropped the cowboy and picked up Humpty Dumpty. "Em-excuse me? Can't Little Bo-Peep play with me instead?" The girl reached for a doll in a pink dress and curved piece of plastic and the scene clicked to Everest.

He picked up the faint sound of an older man's voice and used his hyper vision to try and observe where it came from. He saw someone. Someone in a cowboy hat with a black mask and a black suit, carrying a red sniper while making his way back to a speedboat at the coast. "Boss is gonna sh*t himself when he hears this..." was the last thing Carlos had heard as the engines started and the boat headed out into the angry ocean. (He left?!) Carlos was still hyperly confused and yet, relieved. "I...have...to get...away from...here!" he strained using his remaining strength but something was off.

The one they said would cry wolf and bring all to their knees EPISODE ONE Karl Matthew, a boy of sixteen trudged the dusty street oblivious to the danger that was following closely behind him. He was in his own universe, headphones covering his ears and glasses perched on his nose. The man observed him following closely behind, scoffing at the situation and how he was asked to follow his tiny child who could hardly tie his shoe laces in a proper knot but he could hardly question the boss and so he followed, making sure not to be noticed all though he wondered if the boy would even notice an earthquake with the way he had buffed himself up with so many devices.

We were close to losing it all to Andreas McKinnon. Not only had I lied to my brother, my father and my best friend Lacey about where I was going in the middle of the night but I had to climb the hill, in total darkness to get there. The path to Kingdom ranch was watched by several of his men. He guarded his cattle and crops with nails and teeth and angry men that probably had guns, which was why he was one of the most respected and feared and desired ranch owners of the county.

- I asked curiously. - He bought a cabin in the forest above! - There is nothing in that place! Except for the river and ghost stories from our childhood - I smiled - why would anyone buy a cabin there? - Ian says he doesn't like people very much! He is coming to our wedding because Ian insisted so much! - Surely people don't like him either! With that ugly face of someone who ate a lemon, he certainly won't be very successful in the town of the most boring and unbearably happy people in the world.

Wealthy people also lived in their quarter, so they could well have kept such an outlandish large animal. Anika slowly extended her hand towards him, allowing him to sniff from a distance. The dog leaned forward, stretching his neck as far as the rope would allow. - So, who are you? - she asked with a smile, looking in. - Boy. Do you want me to set you free? She looked into his eyes, and the dog, whining pitifully, reached out to her with his front paw. “How smart you are, handsome,” she told him affectionately and pointed to the rope stretching to the tree. -You won't bite me if I untie you?