Single Cowboy Novels & Stories

The sales department organized a team-building trip and turned it into a killer-instinct trail race, with a $30,000 prize for the winner. I volunteer with a search and rescue team, and I stayed up all night mapping the safest route with supply points along the way. The new VP they had parachuted in tore up my map right before we set out. "What's the fun in a paved trail? We take the undeveloped Wildman Gorge. That's how you show real killer instinct! "To keep anyone from cheating with GPS, everyone hands over their communication devices." I pointed at the thunderheads on the horizon and tried to stop him. Wildman Gorge floods easily, and going in without radios was suicide. Instead, he smash

Alex The rain had subsided. I knew there was no way those two traitors could have gone far. I had instructed the wolves to spread out. We had to find the moonstone, or great misfortune would befall the pack. I got to a path where there was a strong smell of cow dung. This was quite confusing as there were no settlements close by, and we never took our livestock out for grazing. Our lands were wide enough. I began to suspect the cow stench was deliberate. Wolves had a strong sense of smell, and the only way to throw them off was to scramble the scent. This made me more determined to follow the stench. I quickly linked the pack members that were near to join me.

The girls sang this song every chance they had. “I’m a COWGIRL... on a steel horse I ride...” they sang out, pulling onto the next turn, a long dirt road marked only with a wooden welcome sign Red River Cattle Company. The girls continued to sing their hearts out, windows down, not caring who heard, or who looked their way. Dani giggled as a few small groups of cowboys on horseback glanced towards the truck, talking aongst themslelves as Black Betty crawled past. Sam smied at them, pulling up to a long line of vehicles awaiting entrance to the rodeo grounds. They slowly pulled up to a line of trucks and trailers, waiting for entrance to what they could only assume was the camp grounds.

But instead here she was, epitomizing the role of ‘dowdy accountant’ to a T. “C’mon,” Cowboy was saying, and Jo gave him her attention, in all his Marlboro Man glory. “Let’s go.” “OK,” she said, really curious to hear Zoe’s voice despite her feeling even more invisible than usual next to the other woman’s looks and demeanor. “Lead on.”

I tie Calvin to the side of the trailer and go back into the trailer to get Jasmine out. My favorite mare follows me out easily. After I tie her next to Calvin I turn back toward the now quiet cowboys. Their expressions show they have something on their minds past pleasantries, and I refuse to dig for it. I came here for peace and quiet. I don't need drama from acquaintances at the biggest cattle sale in the US. I need mind-numbing cowboy work.

Friday night meant the usual crowd: locals blowing off steam, truckers passing through, and the occasional drifter looking for trouble or a cold one. She owned the place with her uncle, but he mostly played cards in the back these days. Tess ran it. Short denim cutoffs, black tank top, scuffed boots, and a no-bullshit attitude that kept hands from wandering too far. Until tonight. He walked in around ten, ducking under the low doorframe. Tall, broad, dusty black cowboy hat pulled low. Dark stubble, sharp green eyes, a faded denim shirt stretched across shoulders that looked like they hauled fence posts and men twice his size. Colt Rivers. She’d heard the name from regulars—drifter rancher, s

Every so often, the sharp crack of his bullwhip would resound through the air, a stern reminder for the cattle to stay in formation. Alexandra watched him, admiration swelling within her. His cowboy gear fit him perfectly, enhancing his ruggedly handsome features. His hat sat comfortably on his head, casting a shadow over his intense eyes. His work boots were worn and weathered, much like the man himself, bearing the marks of countless days under the sun. She admired him not just for his good looks, but for his dedication and work ethic. He handled the cattle with a calm assurance, his every move revealing years of experience. He was a man in his element, a cowboy through and through.

Avery notice her interest. The cowboy was young, not more than a year or two past her own age, but he had a carefree confidence about him that Emma immediately envied. His hair was dark, tied back with a rawhide thong, and dusky beard-stubble shadowed the tanned planes of his cheeks. His eyes were a faded sagebrush green, crinkled at the corners from squinting into the sunset, making him look even older.

It worked when all I could see were their startled expressions and heard the bulk of water being dragged down to their throats. "I'll give you all ten seconds to wire the money," I ordered. "How about I give you two seconds to run and hide?" I don't know when did it happen but Leo was pointing the tip of his gun straight at my head. As far as my wolf could notice, the fourteen men in the tuxedo who were seated around the table felt at ease. But those feelings simply lasted for two seconds when I snatch the gun in a blink of an eye and pulled the trigger in one of them.

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