Cowboy Story Novels & Stories

one of the men asked, stepping forward. "You might not be afraid of it," Axton said. “But I won't hesitate to use it on you if you step out of line. I mean that.” "Alright, alright,” the woman among them spoke and pushed the first man aside. "What do you want?” "Who are you guys?” Axton asked. "What sort of question is that?” She counter-asked. "Why did you place a bounty on the white wolf?” He asked. "We want her,” she replied, laughing. "She's a legend, right? Imagine how precious she is. Now, is she here or what?”

I pushed her hands aside and took hold of her bouncing breasts, rolling her dark nipples between my fingers. Madeline's pace quickened. "Ah... Daddy... I'm... I'm going to... save me..." I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, stretching her so wide that even her tightest hole opened slightly to me. I thrust up hard as Madeline cried out, "Ahhh..." Her body shuddered uncontrollably before collapsing onto me, gasping for breath. While the cowgirl position is less demanding, for someone with my possessive nature, it felt too passive.

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.

He even liked it that she lived above the saloon, since it meant a game was handy if he felt like playing. Since the Hat Creek outfit had been gathering cattle and getting ready for their drive, games were handier than they had been for a while. Several cowboys drifted into Lonesome Dove, looking for work; some of them had enough snap left at night to wander in and cut the cards. A tall cowboy named Needle Nelson showed up from north of San Antonio, and a cheerful cowboy from Brownsville named Bert Borum. At first Xavier was cheered by all the new customers, until it occurred to him that they would only be there for a week or

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

"Come on, doll. Let's sit down, and you can tell Auntie Roxy all about it. Twenty minutes later, Poppy inhaled deeply as she dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. At her tiny kitchen counter, Roxy had listened without interrupting, his lips pursed in thought as she told her tale of woe. "So let me get this straight," he said, leaning toward her on his elbows. "Your company intentionally used you as a decoy while they screwed the cowboy out of his land. The cowboy you're in love with, and the one who's now pissed at you because he thinks you were in on the scheme?" Poppy drew a shaky breath. "That's about the size of it, I guess."

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.

When she’d finally seen his good, pure heart and she’d gone to him to explain and apologize for her behavior, he’d listened, and he’d forgiven her. He was it, for her. He was everything. The harpist started to play The Wedding March, and as one, the guests stood and turned to look at Zoe and Wolf as they emerged from behind the arch. There were gasps and murmurs, and she felt tears burning her eyes again as she saw The Road Devils in their best suits, standing shoulder to shoulder to witness the happiest day of her life. God, Cowboy had even swept his cowboy hat off his blond head as he’d stood up, though she suspected that as soon as the ceremony was over, it’d be firmly returned back to it

Standing on the poles, the cowboys would climb on the bulls' backs and shout ‘Open’. We watched as the cowboys tried to stay on the bulls. We were shouting and clapping. We both had our favorite. “No, stay, No..No” I was shouting at one that almost made it. Candice and I laughed and then turned our attention to the next cowboy. There were different types of things they did and we enjoyed them all. Enjoying the relaxed time. Enjoyed my friend that I never really had because of not staying too long in one place. Everywhere there were people walking and couples sitting whispering something in each other’s ears. Why is it that everyone has someone they “love”. The guy that holds the girl tightly

“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.”