Sheep Herder Novels & Stories

“No. I think it was wild.” “The dogs do not bother them?” “No. But we keep the dogs out of the south pasture near lambing time. We don’t want them worrying the sheep.” “There are no goats here?” “No. We’re more sheep and cattle people.” “Okay.” She grins at me. Her nose is pink from the cold, but she’s bundled up in her coat, hat, and scarf. She looks adorable. And I find it hard to believe that she was the victim of an attempted kidnapping this morning.

He rumbles and uses Smith’s head to kind of whack her on the back. Her wolf drags herself forward with her forepaws in almost an Army crawl. My wolf growls, the tone menacing and yet, somehow encouraging, and he crowds her, urging her on until she staggers to her wobbling legs and starts trotting across the field, away from the massacre by the cargo container. He’s herding her. She stumbles, and he’s there by her left haunch, growling and prodding her onwards, the fucking crushed skull stuck in his maw like an apple in a roasted pig’s mouth.

Though Jeremy had a preference for the bullwhip, he recognized the importance of Alexandra's versatility. Under the expansive canvas of the sky, Jeremy patiently instructed Alexandra in the nuanced techniques of guiding the herd. Crack after crack, each whip of the blacksnake echoed with purpose, as Alexandra's confidence grew with every successful maneuver. The cattle responded, their movements aligning with her commands, a true testament to their growing partnership.

He and one of his supervisors taught the guys about horsemanship to use either in the arena or out the trail on how to improve their riding skills. The ride was involved since they had to control the herd of cattle and horses that were in the field plus the sheep that were grazing. The most amazing thing that happened is witnessing a sheep give birth in the field and had to assist and help it by carrying the sheep and the young kid back to the shed to be taken care of until it was strong enough to join the other herds. The work in the ranches was demanding and involving but it was a good way of unwinding and refreshing from their normal lives.

Alright, since you have decided I should punish you, I was supposed to punish your guards, not even you, you have an open heart and a heart of gold as well, and since you directed the punishment to yourself alone, I will do as you have instructed. This is how your punishment will look like, you will go inside the forest alone, you will look for any white big sheep that you will see inside the forest, then once you see it, capture it and get it to my shrine. Wait a minute, what will the big sheep be used for? Why do you bid for the sheep? One can barely see sheep inside this forest and merely look at how things are in this forest. The carnivorous animals have finished up the small animals her

It was time to herd the sheep at dawn. I cracked my whip, leading the flock into the pastures. Keeping close to me, Ryker drooled at the passing locals along the way. I knew that we were a walking buffet to him. To keep my flock safe, I assigned him to work on the wheat. However, Ryker simply stood there as hours of the morning went by. I uttered in resignation, “Trevor would’ve had this done in two minutes. “But I can’t blame you. Trevor is the Alpha of a wolf pack. His physical strength is on another level. I mean, how else could he have sealed you in the necklace?”

I was worried that their obvious fears of Falcon stealing me away would make them hesitate. If I was honest with myself, I was still terrified. They could all be lying to me about how they felt and I could lose all or some of my guys but it was a risk I had to take to possibly have my happy ending. I needed them all and I needed them to all get along. I sighed as I leaped over the gate that held the sheep. They all squealed in panic, alerting the guys to a predator in their midst. I laughed when they all came running with guns in their hands. I climbed up on the fence with my hands up in surrender.

asked Set, curious. "We don't have many single species - like we do with the random peacocks or stray fox. They are too herd driven. But yes, we have three herds; sheep, goats, and Gemsbok - they're antelopes, just large. They seek protection in the city and protection from being hunted, and in turn, most of them are expert farmers. Predators don't have to deal with growing rice for their spouses anymore." Set hissed, shooting daggers at Harvey, who was the one who spoke, but the leopard pretended not to see him.

“Yes, I made captain this year.” Herne put his arm around Warren, “Do not downplay the ability to work with others. I thought we were going to get another spoiled brat. Imagine my surprise when you came with the ability to listen, and learn. I call you whelp because when I first started as a hunter my master called me whelp, and when it becomes your time to teach, I hope you carry on the tradition.” “I thought you all called me whelp because you resented me or something,” Warren kicked the dirt sheepishly and refused to look at Herne.

Thandi thought to herself, shocked. I don’t know where you come from and I don’t care. He roared. This is my classroom and you shall follow MY rules. “ You are Sheep and Sheep are smart enough to know it is safe to stay with the Shepard to avoid danger. If you decide to be a stray Sheep or a Goat you will meet the Wolf and it will devour you”.