Single Cowboy Novels & Stories

the guy chuckled. Anika stared at him, realizing that she had not dreamed anything this morning. It was the same blue-eyed guy who had been driven out of the doorway by a mop, after which he turned into a large dog, which she had just let into the house. And now he was sitting at her table and finishing the food on his plate.

“It looks like there will only be the three of us when this all hits the fan.” Matvey paused for a few seconds seemingly trying to take in the sudden 350 degree change in attitude. He then smiled and shook his hand. “Sudden charm alongside those rough edges,” Rain stated as she stared at Cowboy. Cowboy raised his brows at her then shrugged. “Look, you gotta understand something here. I have lived with these men, worked this land side by side with them. They are, for all intents and purposes, my brothers.” Rain gazed into his eyes as he paused.

Four knew where we were. “North,” Kieran said. “Alaska. Yukon. _Nowhere_.” Gregor burst in. “Riders,” he said. We froze. “How many?” “One.” Kieran was moving before Gregor finished. We ran to the ridge. Below, on the dirt road, a motorcycle. And a man. No helmet. Black hair. Eyes like _void_. Project 1. He was _alone_. He was _walking_. And he was _carrying_ something.

Kids who are riding with us is now giggling so I laugh as well, finding their giggle fun to listen. I look at Damian and he is just watching me from my right side so I laugh, pointing him. “You look like a lame cow boy.” I teased, grabbing my phone out. “Smile, Mister!” I exclaimed to tease him even more. “I am not riding a cow, how did I become a cowboy?” My lips parted in realization but shrug my shoulder nonetheless. “Well—“ “It is supposed to be a jockey.” I gasped, rolling my eyes. “Whatever, Dawson! Don’t get smart with me, shut it.”

“We count as cowboys, right?” Jenni looks over at us and smiles. “All you have to do is wear a cowboy hat, and it magically makes you a cowboy. Didn’t you know that?” I laugh. “Well, technically, a cowboy is someone who rides in a rodeo or works at a ranch herding cattle. But we’ve gotten a little looser with the terminology over the years. But all good cowboys are kind to others and work hard. We can get the job done, no matter how hard it may be.”

the bartender said happily. “Unavailable?!!” The wolves in the bar chorused unhappily. “Look…ya gentlemen must be mistaken or ya must’ve misunderstood something,” the cowboy said as he got up on his feet. “When I drink at this bar, I only drink whisky. Do yourselves a favor and return the bottle before leaving.” The cowboy returned to his seat like nothing had happened. “I don’t have time for this. The rain isn’t as heavy as before. Let’s head out, Ghen,” I ordered.

“My father came in when I was talking and when he understood the content of the conversation, he gave a nice lecture to everyone there, after that, the night was quiet, it just wasn't better, because Allan received a low score, he stopped the 8 seconds, but the bull did not make good jumps, which decreased the score.” In the championship it is not enough just to stop the 8 seconds, it is necessary that the bull jumps a lot, the greater the difficulty for the cowboy to stop, the greater the note he will have, and a small note can be the difference between champion and second place. “On Sunday we went to Six Flags, we rode all the rides, we just didn't go to Runaway Mountain.” Today I know how

This place was toying with them, playing with their minds, and making them question reality. A warrior felt the bite of the wind as it shifted again, and before he could react, one of the Sand Men lunged at him. He swung his sword in desperation, cutting through the thing’s nebulous form—but it scattered, splitting into dozens of smaller, writhing versions of itself. Each seemed to multiply with the ferocity of a plague, reforming before his eyes. The sandman was toying with him as it looked at him with an expression that almost seemed like a smile.