Dodger X Novels & Stories

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

They were waiting to be screened and processed for the up and coming auction. “Tank! You’re comin’ with me to go get Doc Goodman. Ratchet you watch the girls.” Dodger commanded. “Why can’t I watch the girls?” Tank protested with disappointment dripping in his voice. “Because, I know Ratchet won’t touch the merchandise.” His expression turning dark towards Tank. They made their way to a locked door with an old telecom. Dodger pushed the button. A voice could be heard. “State your name and business.” “Dodger. I’m here with a delivery for Doc.”

her red hair tied up in a bun. "Now, where is this Langford?" Maddox who was sitting in his black Range Rover with Conrard, Travolta and Blanca looked around when his eyes got fixed directly on Pidge. "Those bloody car is in the middle of the entrance?" Winter spoke exaggerated. Pidge turned her neck to look at the car, all she could see where her reflection. Due to the daytime, her eyes could not open properly so she squinted them. He could just gawk at her...the same scent lingered his nose again.

Football is a game in which nobody takes pity on each other. But there are times when you lose some matches, but unknowingly you are the ultimate winner. Helder Xerxes was waiting for the day when he would win everything and crown the king ... *** The 2nd half started with the whistle of the referee. The opponent team started the game with 3 substitutions. The opposing team also seemed to have changed its tactics. The 2-1-4 tactic? "Our coach was really right." Helder thought. The opponent team played full attack-oriented in the matches they fell behind, leaving the defense empty.

The gym pulsed with the rhythmic beat of pounding feet and the clanking of weights. Boma, her pulse racing in anticipation, stepped onto the treadmill, acutely aware of Donovan's formidable presence beside her. Donovan's intense gaze bore into her as he adjusted the treadmill settings. "Let's make this count, Boma," he commanded, his voice a low, compelling rumble. Boma nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay."

I just thought of Doom. Hoping that Doom will show up tonight.

We are doomed, aren't we? Xx____xX