Saddle Up Cowboy Novels & Stories

Still at the King's Mansion, I brace myself to settle on the tall animal. The horse has been groomed, tacked up and warmed up also. So, I proceed with assurance that I wouldn't get kicked off the horse and get myself injured. Sin stands behind me, as his hands guide me up gently, only letting go once I have straddled both legs on the horse's back. The feel of the leather saddle on my butt makes me a little uncomfortable, so I adjust myself until it feels soothing.

Parting was more amiable than he would have expected. The chief was pleased with the quality of horses and saddles that were traded for Aiden. Aiden did his best to hide his emotions as he said goodbye to his prize gelding. He knew they had no other option than to trade for him, but he would miss his old friend. A cowboy and his horse were a partnership. He knew he’d be lost without him for some time. As for the saddle, of course the chief was happy with it. It was crafted with the finest leather and custom made to fit his horse’s back; like a man would have a shoe made especially for his foot. The saddles on the other two horses were nothing to scoff at. Although they weren’t custom made

“I’m not ready to take him on any trails. He needs to learn to ride first.” “I’m happy to help,” I offered. He looked over and smiled. I felt a tug in my belly. His sunglasses gave him a very movie-star look, but the easy way he sat in the saddle, holding the reins in one hand with his wrist relaxed, was all cowboy. I was dying to touch him. I wanted to go for a ride on him. I bit my lip, feeling my breath hitch as I watched him. “I might take you up on that. I think you’d probably be a better teacher than I.”

“Wait—you expect me to climb one too?” Cassidy smirked down at me. “Of course. Unless you plan on walking the entire kingdom.” My eyes widened. “Cassidy, I haven’t even seen a horse in years, let alone learned how to ride one.” “Then you’ll ride with me. Just climb up behind and hold on tight.” I bit my lip, glancing at the tall beast. Easy for her to say. I grabbed the saddle and tried to swing myself up, but instead of landing on the horse, I ended up dangling awkwardly halfway, my feet kicking in the air.

the cowboy jokes. A joke Adira didn't understand nor did she find it funny.” Excuse me!” She narrows her eyes at the tall man before her. “What is going on here?” A familiar voice speaks behind the cowboy, and Adira goes still. Her heart begins to pound loudly in her ears. Every words she had practiced over the night took flight, leaving her brain empty. “Boss,” the ranch hand turns to greet the tall brunette behind him, but her attention was no longer on him, but arrested on the blonde behind him.

Nothing like the video game. Pulling on my arm Corvu directs us even further East of the city. We don’t stop running until we reach a large stable, where no time is wasted on opening up the first three gates. “Saddle them up.” Corvu says, picking up and handing me the biggest and heaviest looking saddle I’ve ever held. In fact, it was the only saddle I’ve ever held. I watch him strap up the one in the next stable room across and try to follow his movements, but there isn’t anything I can do when it comes to the sheer weight I wasn’t used to. The horse I faced in question was vastly larger than the ones I’d seen in Central Park, but she was a beautiful white mare. Finally getting the saddle o

Her cries got louder and louder, to the point they made me annoyed. “Stop crying!” I said as I rubbed an ice cube to numb the area, to prevent anymore bleeding and treated her wound before wrapping a bandage around her ankle. Muffled sobs were coming from her lips all the time and her body was lightly trembling. I gave Luca the first aid kit while scoffing at his frowned forehead and pitiful eyes. I dismissed him and turned around to face my wild horse. Soon to be my wild horse.

Zack asked. “I no wanna run.” River whined. “I can carry her on my back.” Marco quickly said. “She doesn’t want to run but she will not let me leave her.” He chuckled looking over at his little mate sitting on her mom’s lap. “I made a saddle that can be attached to my back to make it easier for her hold on.” He chuckled. “I would be more than happy to sit with her.” Selene offered. “No, nana,” River frowned, “Coco carrwie me.”

VOLUME SIX: A COWBOY AND HIS SWEET SPOT Carter's ass bounced on the hard seat of his banged-up pickup truck as he drove across the state line into Wyoming. Man, he was tired, and his butt hurt. Riding fourteen hours on the back of a horse was much more comfortable than six on the worn-out seat in the truck.

The wind moved through Wren Hollow like a whisper from the grave—dry, persistent, and full of secrets. It stirred the dust along the path to the cemetery, lifted the edges of black skirts, and rustled the cottonwoods that lined the ridge like sentinels. Gabrielle Moreau sat astride her horse, Raven, watching the mourners gather below. Her posture was straight, her face unreadable. But her eyes—dark, sharp, and unyielding—missed nothing.