Ghost Ranch Tennessee Novels & Stories

I figured now was the right moment to just disappear for a bit. ​The Ashfang pack had been successful over the years, and about fifteen years back, my parents put their money into real estate, mostly rentals throughout Florida, but they also picked up some cabins in Tennessee. They were vacation spots right near the national park, hidden away in the mountains, peaceful and stunning. They pulled in a solid profit every year. I touched base with the management company and found a vacancy for the weekend. I locked it in and told Lyanna we were taking off for a few days. ​“Tennessee? Like… banjos and that whole vibe?” Lyanna asked when I brought it up on Wednesday.

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.

The ranch was crawling with Grey Wolves. The Rebel lingered on the outskirts of the forest, watching the activity in the distance as he leaned against the trunk of a mountain pine. He surveyed the vast ranchlands before him as he tipped his Stetson lower, adding an extra layer of shadow to his face. The old cowboy hat was only a precaution. He knew none of the pack wolves would recognize him. Aside from his scars, it was one of the key advantages to having the identity of a ghost, and a good thing too…

The others, Spitfire, Rachelle, and X and J, had other things to take care of, mostly with setting up the tech infrastructure back at the house. We loaded up into the truck and made our way to the ranch, passing through stretches of dry, barren land. The Patterson’s ranch was in a remote area, surrounded by uneven ground, tall cactuses, and sparse shrubbery. The dirt roads were bumpy, the heat already rising in the air as we pulled up to the entrance of the property.

“What breeds did your father have?” “Scottish Holsteins mostly,” Sophia said as she thought about it. “They are smaller and have weird fur on their backs but they are much hardier producers for their size and lower cost to feed.” “We have angus at the ranch. Can you ride?” Micha asked. “A cow or a horse?” Sophia asked with a laugh. “Either,” Micha said laughing as he looked down to the tiny woman and saw her smile. “Both,” Sophia replied. “I can ride pretty well.”

the sheriff said as he stepped into the cool, dim interior of the boarding house. Angus opened the telegram and eagerly read it. RENEGADE TROUBLE. COME HOME. M. J. He crumpled the telegraph in his fists as he wrestled with the situation. He and Aiden were clearly needed back at the ranch. Although the territory was attracting settlers, it still had a long way to go. In the meantime, there was s group of Cherokee and hostile Mexicans that gave them more trouble than they cared to admit. It was the main reason Aiden worked to become so proficient a shot.

Honeysuckle RV Park Dry Ridge, Kentucky Sachiko let Sean talk her into staying for the afternoon. After eating their takeout, Sean asked her to go for a walk, which she agreed to. Sean needed information, though pillow talk was one way to get it, an actually invested friend was another. Sean would become Sachi’s friend. “I can tell by your accent that you are not from around here. I spent time near Gorgan, Iran a long time ago. Your accent reminds me of the nomads outside of there.” Sean said, leaning down to pick a wildflower. He stepped closer and placed it behind her ear.

This is the longest time I haven’t seen her holding a gun. Ghost wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, leaning on Tucker’s stable, petting the mischievous stallion. “Rain said Rylee was a bit uneasy last night.” Ghost and Rain moved here to Huntersville last Christmas. Although they chose to live on the other end of the plantation, being surrounded by friends helped Rylee to settle pretty quickly. “It’s the time of the month,” I paused to drink from my canister, watching Tucker rub his nose on Bella’s face.

It was where they would meet up with modern-day gauchos to ride along on a cattle drive the following day. Upon arriving at the ranch, they were greeted by the owners, Jim and Helen Gardiner, an American couple in their early sixties who'd owned the ranch for about ten years. "Welcome to Estancia Ranquilo," Helen said warmly. "We've put you in the Castle Room. It's not actually in the main lodge. I hope you don't mind." "It sounds lovely," Bella replied. While their bags were taken to their room, the Gardiners took them on an informal tour of the rustic lodge and the grounds. Luke took the opportunity to get some good footage of the place and of the mountains that were visible in the di

“These guys sure know how to pick a spot don’t they?” Sam smirked, her friend wasn’t kidding. Most rodeos were held at dirty, dust filled old race tracks, or some farmers field. But these guys had money to spare and it definitely showed. The view from their campsite was breathtaking. Somehow she and Dani scored a prime spot, being first timers. Their trailer faced wide, open fields that formed into gentle rolling hills for miles. There were speckles of cattle and horses dotting the horizon for as far as the eye could see, with an occasional mounted cowhand riding amongst them, working the herd. The land seemed to go on forever, meeting crystal blue skies, like something from the movies. The