Cowboy Writing Novels & Stories

He had to admit this place wasn't as bad as he'd expected. He let his gaze wander around the shop, taking in things he hadn't really noticed yesterday. The artwork on the walls, for instance. Yesterday, they had been blurs of color. Today, he realized they were great examples of contemporary Western art. The style was very distinctive and arresting. Someone had lovingly painted a magnificent stallion, a small herd of horses galloping across a pasture, a tired cowboy at the end of a long day, and other similar scenes. Whoever this was might have come from Montana like he had, because the essence of the cowboy had been captured perfectly.

Pissed mainly at that flutter in his stomach when she said she'd come back later—a feeling that wasn't fear, but rather, anticipation? "Shit," he grumbled into the pillow, burying his face in it. Serenity Creek had turned into a minefield, and he, Ethan Callahan, the toughest cowboy in the county, was stepping on all the bombs. And the nurse with the brown eyes was the biggest one.

Boring. He needed inspiration, something new and different. The only way to find the passion that defined his quirky artistic style was to start at the source of all things Western: rodeo. The salt-of-the-earth people—spectators, families of the cowboys and cowgirls, and the iron will of the competitors themselves. The livestock—angry, slobbering bulls, high-strung broncs kicking at the metal chutes, the bellow of steers, the nervous tamping of hooves behind the gates. The low bellow of the steers and calves in the pens. The rich scents of sweat and leather, mud and manure, the choking heat and the constant buzz of insects, hay and linament, tobacco and beer. The excitement. If he could capt

’ I asked. ‘Yeah.’ He nodded, pushing his fringe back with that characteristic flick. ‘For the… club, you know. A cowboy theme. They call it the Lonesome Rider.’ I pictured it instantly. Leo in low-slung jeans, a leather waistcoat, wielding a lasso. The slow saddle grind, the shedding of clothes piece by piece until he was wearing nothing but a cowboy hat and a pair of boots. My pulse picked up a treacherous, interested beat, and I gulped. ‘That sounds… nice.’

“I assumed they both worked around here somewhere. It seems like you MC members are all connected to the club businesses one way or another.” “It’s true that quite a few of us are, but some of the guys have their own thing going on. Like I said, Cowboy has his own ranch and Cain works there for him, but he took some time off to do guard duty for you.” “Ah. Right. But if you’re upstairs, you’re on guard duty?”

Mom had to work two different jobs as I took over running the shop, but I knew things weren’t going well. That’s when I met Prez and the Wolf Riders MC! They were on the run from their own Enforcers and the president at the time, having failed a coup. The president was forcing their patched members and prospects to do the drugs they were supposed to deal, only allowing them their fix once the drop was done. Even going as far as overdosing on a couple of them, and the women inside the club. Men who didn’t get their fix got aggressive, and on more than one occasion, the fight ended with someone dead on the floor.

The work in the ranches was demanding and involving but it was a good way of unwinding and refreshing from their normal lives. When they were returning home Lewis with his horse wandered off to a neighboring ranch without his knowledge. The weather was hot and when he saw a dam with clean water he thought it was a wonderful idea to remove his wet clothes with sweat and pour water on his body to cool off. He did not seem to mind because the land was vast he didn’t expect to see anyone also the sun was hot enough to dry him off so he didn’t need a towel. He even cleaned his wet towel and dried it on a tree branch to clean it off the sweat. He showered then put on his boxers and relaxed under t

I sighed and said, “Don’t you dare tell mom and dad.” “What are you doing and why is it a secret?” Jacob asked in a gruff voice. “Calm down dude, it's nothing that bad.” Corbin stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes lazily to look around and out the window. That didn’t last long. “That bad?” Jacob asked in irritation. I huffed and said, “I’m following the rodeo circuit through some of the western states. I’ve been riding broncs and some bulls, but it’s nothing like riding these damn cowgirls that follow me around.”

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.

Bonds of Destiny: A Contract with the Cowboy Synopsis: Jack Colt, one of the most respected ranchers in Texas, lives an apparently perfect life on his vast property. However, a growing dissatisfaction and the desire to have a family begin to haunt him. When Clayton, an old friend deep in debt, proposes that Jack marry his daughter Charlotte in exchange for clearing his debts, Jack finds himself facing a difficult decision. Charlotte, a young woman who has endured abuse and deprivation at the hands of her father, begins to find hope and security on Jack’s ranch.