Lonesome Dove Novels & Stories

Leon POV I looked to see a group of men just off behind Hunter throwing smoke bombs into the crowd of wolves. I didn't really think he would risk his own men. What scum. 'Liam!' I shouted through the link as I let out an almighty howl. Suddenly there was a barrage of large bangs, as Liam and a group of men came out from a shack near the line of the forest. The sound was coming from the guns they were firing at the rogue men throwing the smoke bombs.

Then Dante said, “You mean like… all of us?” Santino nodded. “Three couples. Somewhere warm. Somewhere quiet. No phones. No suits. No guns.” Holly tilted her head. “No guns?” Santino smirked. “Okay, one gun.” Dante looked at his wife. She shrugged. “I’m in.” He looked at me. I looked at Holly. She smiled. “I could use a beach,” she said. I nodded. “We’re in.” Santino raised his glass. “To bad ideas and good company.”

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

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

Maybe it’s because I’ve not had friends since I was a teen and lost touch on what it’s like to have people to hang around with, I shrug, I am not sure, but the feeling is nice. I’m as lonely as the word lonely can get, I have nothing of extra value apart from my savings, which I managed to have from mostly my dad and hard work but other than that, I’m just an ordinary lady yet this man who seems to have everything is going through this ‘ordinary’ path to be with me.

“I need answers. This could be my only chance. The gates haven’t opened in fifteen years. Who knows if they ever will again” “Exactly! You might be trapped there forever, why would you want that?” Tears now started to form in the corners of his eyes. “I love you. You know I do, bud. I need this” I held his hands in mine, squeezing them tightly; pleading with him silently. “You want to do this alone, I’d imagine?” Roghd questioned rhetorically “I think I should” “Then let’s prepare, we don’t know how much time we have”

He grunts looking away. “What are you, Travis? Do you even know?” “Apparently a gatekeeper of realms. Whatever that means.” He glances at the sky which is showing colors of pink as the sun begins to rise behind the mountains. “My wolf, wolves, Janus. There are two sides to him and maybe me. I’m ordering you to retrieve the dagger, Rhett. The rest we will figure out when you return.” Travis shifts into his massive wolf – Half deep brown almost black and half grey that holds a blue hue and takes off down the mountain.

Instead, people feared me instead, because they couldn’t predict me. In my dream, I found myself in an isolated place, where there were no signs of life. Just a cracked ground I stood on. I looked up… It was twilight. There was neither a sun nor a moon, rather the clouds were orange and red hue. I didn’t understand. I had been having other dreams similar to this lately. Sometimes I’d be in a desert. The theme was isolated places. At first, I thought it was describing the fact that I was a lone wolf, but no, I was sure there was a deeper meaning to it.

And why the secrecy? As they drove, Reby tried to make small talk, but Dove remained silent, her eyes focused on the road ahead. They drove for hours, stopping only once for gas and a quick bathroom break. Finally, as the sun began to set, Dove pulled off the highway and onto a dirt road. They drove for another mile or so before coming to a stop in front of a run-down warehouse. "What is this place?" Reby asked, her voice trembling slightly. Dove turned to her, a cruel smile on her face. "This, my dear Reby, is where you'll be making some extra money."

Dante noticed and passed it down to me. “Alvardo Manchester is his name right?” He asked her. “You know him?” She looked excited. More like she wanted Dante so say something good about him that would lift her ego up. “Who doesn’t. He makes it to the headlines every week.” Dante said and I saw her fist clenched under the table. “What do you mean?” “Nothing much. He is good at what he does. He is a good negotiator too. I commend him for that.” “Right. I am going to have just another wonder son in law.” Dad bragged after Dante said that.