Ghost Ranch Tennessee Novels & Stories

Three months later... Today was going to suck. And not the good kind. Nope. The big, sweaty, hairy donkey balls variety. He thought he'd been prepared for this, but the shift in his gut said otherwise. Biting back a sigh, Nakos Hunt glanced from the two men standing beside him to the wide open expanse of Cattenach Ranch. Two-thousand acres of rolling grasslands and high plains. The Laramie Mountains just to the south were little more than a bluish mirage in the distance, but a slightly cool breeze wafted across the basin to provide some relief from the heat.

He looked around for a ranch or farmhouse; his belly reminded him he hadn't had a bite since breakfast. The plan was a good one, when the Gator Boys rode into town that morning. They had breakfast in the local bakery and then robbed the bank next to it. Big Hoss and the boys hadn't counted on getting taken on by the legendary Clancy Rollins and his posse of deputies. The gunfight cost the gang four members and the town three of its deputies, before Big Hoss went down. Edward didn't think he would get out of there alive, but he saw his chance and took it. He knew both Rollins and Hoss, if they survived, would eventually come after him, but that could take them years. If he could find a ranch

While Texas is beautiful, robust and prosperous; the climate is less desirable for someone who wants winter wonderlands, and cooler seasons, like Gracie. The rain pitter patters on the roof of her light blue jeep. She glances at the time; about ten o’clock at night. The farmhouse style porch light appears blurry through the dripping water beads on the windshield. Gracie grabs her umbrella, opens it to prevent getting drenched, carries her suitcase, then calls to Gunner to go in the cabin. The cabin is made of medium brown logs, with a front porch. It is a small one bedroom with living space and a kitchen. The woman will be able to cook as she pleases. There is also a fire pit out front. As G

Gabe and her brother, Blake, had become best friends. After Gabe’s parents died, he sold most of his father’s business and moved to Rocky Springs. Now he owned a horse ranch outside of town, breeding some of the best horses Chloe had ever seen. As a vet, she’d love to have those horses as her patients. People often called him "The Billionaire Cowboy."

Bypass, Texas had turned out to be just that, a wide place in the road that people passed by, little more than an intersection with a combination gas station-general store-diner. And the ranch! Oh yes. Sweetgrass Ranch. Where she planned to start her new life, amid the cows and horses and young-but not too young-cowboys. She could hardly believe she'd been the successful bidder on eBay, scrambling to get the cash before the seller changed his mind, or went to the next bidder.

I didn’t push. The road narrowed until it turned into a gravel path. A few minutes later, he pulled into a small compound surrounded by trees. A wooden cabin sat at the centre, its porch light barely hanging on to life. “This is your idea of a safehouse?” I asked as we stepped out. “It’s off the grid,” he said, heading for the door. “No one knows about it.” I raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?” He shot me a look. “Are you planning to trust me or not?”