Ghost Ranch Tennessee Novels & Stories

She was going to save those boys. Luckily, all the cops seemed to be elsewhere as she flew up the winding road to Stone Mountain Ranch. Mia racked her brain trying to come up with a valid reason for Grayson and Alexander to be at the ranch. Stone Mountain Ranch was a local horse ranch with nothing particularly special about it. It was said to be owned by a billionaire, but that he was almost never there. It was more of a local rumor that a billionaire owned the place than an actual fact. Even the name of the supposed billionaire owner changed based on who was telling the story.

The sun was about to set when they drove over to the Dead Horse Ranch State Park after visiting the nearby Tuzigoot National Monument. Although Alexander had come here before, watching the awestruck look on Eva’s face satisfied his soul. It was indeed worth the effort he took of collecting their dinner from the nearest Red Rock Grille and negotiating with the staff here for an overnight stay.

Content and excited, she settled back in her seat, enjoying the smooth ride. “Are we going back to the woods?” she asked. “No, I’m taking you to my house. It’s safer there for now.” Another flutter. They were out of the school district and heading toward a part of Grayston Georgia never saw often. It was known as Gray Heights and was where the fancier people lived so she’d never had any cause to venture this way before. Hayden was about to say something else when his face suddenly contorted. His body seemed to stiffen and his breathing grew heavier while his eyes began to flash darkly. Georgia stared at him, suddenly afraid as she felt a mixture of rage and terror emanating from him.

For now, he was dead, but monsters have a habit of haunting the places they died. Two Weeks Later The Marcoms were now in the Montana Ranch. The ranch stretched for five thousand acres and featured all the characteristics of a countryside with rolling hills, pine forests, and a clear river cutting through the valley. It was the total opposite of New York. There were no sirens, no skyscrapers, and no crowd. Just clear air and farm animals. Aser stood on the porch of the main cabin, sipping coffee. He was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt, his left arm in a sling.

I wanted her out of harm’s way and was taking no chances. What lay in store for me was anybody’s guess. The one I knew only as Gavin was driving the SUV. I didn’t want conversation yet the silence was killing me. Twenty minutes later we arrived at the Wild Horses packhouse. It wasn’t a ranch as the name might have implied. The pack had obtained its famed wealth from hotel chains and casinos. That explained the classy design of the three-storey building which definitely looked out of place on the edge of a desert. The giant opened the door and gestured for me to get out. My throat was dry and I began to wish I’d drunk more than a single glass of water before surrendering myself to them.

With alibies taken care of Nick and Cheyenne, both agreed to leave that night. It was only a two-hour drive to Lake Hamilton and Cheyenne hadn’t been too excited about their original plan to leave around 6. It didn’t take long to pack her bags and by the time she had made it to Nick’s he already had the truck packed. Gage and Drake’s kennels were loaded in the back of the truck and they were both super hyper knowing they were about to take a trip.

"There isn't much daylight left, so we'll have to be quick." "Photography lesson? Seriously? I thought something was wrong." Dixie reached across and smacked his arm. He caught her hand and held it in his as he guided the truck past the main house and out to one of the pastures in the upper part of the valley between the last hills bordering Ransom. The shelter from the wind plus good water supply and sunlight made this the perfect place for bluebonnets to grow. Even better, not many people knew about this magical spot.

’ He whispered in her ear as he placed her on the cushion and put a plate full of food in front of her, carefully cutting up the meat into bite-sized pieces, watching as she took her fork and speared a piece of the succulent beef. She was a stunningly beautiful child, her wild red/gold hair and flashing emerald green eyes were a direct legacy from his Ancestors. They had emigrated to the USA from County Cork in Eire at the beginning of the potato famine in 1845 and settled in Fort Worth, Texas. A long ago, Grandfather had bought the land from the locals for a pittance and established the first ranch on it. He had then proceeded to import the beautiful, prize-winning highland cattle the famil

“I thought we was still arguing tonight. Where are we aiming to steal a hundred horses?” “The Hacienda Flores,” Call said. “I knowed it,” Augustus said. “We ain’t going on a cowhunt, we’re launching an assault.” The Hacienda Flores was the largest ranch in Coahuila. It was there when the Rio Grande was just a river, not a boundary; the vaqueros would cross that river as casually as they crossed any stream. Millions of acres that had once been part of

A night under the stars, where the lessons of ranch life and a romantic surprise would intertwine to create memories that neither of them would forget. At eleven in the morning, the sun was shining brightly overhead as Jeremy, Alexandra, Lloyd, and the ranch hands began their journey on horseback. They were headed towards the northwest end of Jeremy's sprawling mountain property, where a herd of cattle awaited them. The landscape was a breathtaking expanse of the northern Rocky Mountains of Colorado, a beautiful fusion of rugged peaks and verdant valleys.