Ghetto Cowboy Novels & Stories

The packless, dark-skinned cowboy had been managing to survive in the human world by working as a mule for drug traffickers across the southern Texas border. It had been a situation born of exploitation and necessity, and it hadn’t taken more than a single conversation to convince Sterling to give up that life and join their cause. The rebel wolf had been all too eager to leave, to find a home and a purpose.

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.

because regardless of their uniform for the evening, they always have a white cowboy hat, like a hero from an old spaghetti western. And just like characters from westerns, they all have ridiculous sounding nicknames that they use in lieu of their names–like “The Kid” or “Steel Toe Joe” or “Whiplash Jake”, a tip of the hat, so to speak, to Diamond Devine’s country background.

"Wow, I didn't think you're the romantic kind. This place is beautiful, Gage." "Yeah? what kind of man do you think I am?" he asked smirking while raising an eyebrow, quietly challenging her. "Hmm...I'd say you're the broody cowboy, a loner who'd walked into the sunset when the day ends. So yeah, I'd pegged you to buy one of those Vegas hotels with Elvis chapel in the corner complete with a drive-thru for added money value." Gage laughed so hard, some of the waiters turned around to see their mysterious boss having a good time with his guests.

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

“Like – with bars and for animals?” “Biker slang, hon,” Cowboy explained. “Means anything with wheels that ain’t a motorcycle. Car, van, truck, whatever.” “Oh, right,” Jo said, recalling some of her studying of MC terminology. “Gotcha.” “Some of the guys helped me move into Silver’s place when I first got to Denver,” Zoe said. “They were amazing with everything.” “You lived with Silver?” Jo asked her. A surge of jealousy rose up in her at the thought of Zoe wandering around showing off those amazing long legs in cute underwear and having coffee with a towel-clad and gloriously bare-chested Silver. “Really?”

To his friends, you know. "Ah... I..." shit, Cat speak something. "Guess I caught you off guard. I'm handsome, ain't I?" I looked at him and as much as I wanted to let him know that he was, I denied it straight away. "Nope. I just don't speak to people, so I just... You know, got nervous" "So wait. You don't speak to people, so you talk to who? Aliens? Are they from Mars or Moon? Don't tell me they are from the Sun"

I scream. Once that woman left I called my best hacker, tracker, and best friend Leo, also known as ghost around the family. He came in sensing my bad mood he got us both two glasses of scotch. Leo is only twenty-two but he's old for his age, life made him mature early. He joined the family a few years after me and even with the age gap between us, we became friends. He waited till I'm calm before asking me what's wrong.

I wonder if who was following me scared the horse? On their way back to Jackson, Elliott broke the silence. "Besides the great outdoors in both the parks, I love the Silver Dollar Cowboy Bar. It was the first prohibition bar after the embargo and is very unique, with bar stools made from real saddles. It stays open late and has honky-tonk music and a dance floor. Lots of fuOh, wait, right up here on the right is Millionaires Row. Look at the size of some of these homes." He pointed to a couple huge properties almost obscured behind perfectly groomed, large, overwhelming pine trees.

“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