Stories From The Old West Novels & Stories

She knew that day would never come so long as Uric Blackwood still drew breath. Stillwater seemed to feel most like home of all the places she had been in the past year since escaping the Blackwood Pack. Perhaps it was just because of this bar. More specifically the people in it. This place felt like home. It had a log cabin, country feel. A hodgepodge of odds and ends adorned the walls, like the lasso Sterling Mounts great great granddaddy used on his cattle drive to Texas, and the fiddle once played by oldest man alive in Stillwater, Old Henry Jones, aged 104. He was rumored to be quite a troublemaker at the old folks home with three girlfriends, nightly card games, and several nightcaps e

Needless to say, he made any story including those that would normally be tagged as boring, sound like the most intriguing stories in the world. So, while everyone sat and fed on some freshly grilled meat mixed with vegetables, (which by the way, made Wilson feel insecure because it could easily attract any flesh eating beasts), the old man told stories after stories of the days back. Some were about his personal experiences and most were stories he had heard, true or untrue. "Do you know the full story behind this broken tar road?" The old man started after chewing on a large chunk of meat and drinking some water. Wine was intoxicating bad it was a terrible idea to drink in the wild. It was

Victor added pointing towards me with an unfriendly look which I waved towards her. " Just when the old Luna and moon goddess was in, it was like a rule that triplets would be caused so anyone who gave birth to triplets In the human world made sure they separated their children immediately after birth Just to prevent the cause. So on the night of the full moon at both worlds, you three were born in this house indoors in the most hidden room so it can't be traced to anyone nor even the doctor in charge since all were werewolves. So you three parents died during a car accident then I hid the truth and just made you all love each other and still made those bonds even though I lied you were cous

We were close to losing it all to Andreas McKinnon. Not only had I lied to my brother, my father and my best friend Lacey about where I was going in the middle of the night but I had to climb the hill, in total darkness to get there. The path to Kingdom ranch was watched by several of his men. He guarded his cattle and crops with nails and teeth and angry men that probably had guns, which was why he was one of the most respected and feared and desired ranch owners of the county.

“I just find it odd that you can kill some people and not others. I realize this is a backwards time, and in a way I miss it, but it does seem a bit barbaric.” “What do you mean you miss it?” “It’s hard to explain, and I don’t think you’d understand anyway. Let’s say, I miss the old west. It has a romantic history. But then I didn’t care for parts of it either. Nobody ever Remembers scraping to get by and starving most of the time. And then there was the war.” “War? What war?” the sheriff asked. “I forgot, you didn’t have the war here.” “You make little sense and I’m getting a bit bored with you. The judge is on his way and your trial is set for tomorrow.”

"Probably kicked back on some beach somewhere. Living easier than us." Then I raise my glass. Whiskey goes down like pouring into a well—just echoes at the bottom. From here on out, it's mountains and miles between us. I don't ask. I don't want to know.

I let out a long, shaky breath and leaned against the wall, my heart still pounding. I grabbed my phone and opened W******p. **Me:** Oh my god he just left! Some emergency at work. He’s gone for the day. The package is literally arriving in a few minutes. I can’t believe it. I deleted my account already though… fuck. **HotFantasy88:** Good timing, baby. Breathe. You’re safe now. When the package gets there, take it inside, relax and tell me everything. I’ve got you. Maybe we can figure out a way for you to keep going without the risk.

............................ .................... .............. ........ ..... .. . Okay. Here we are. 13 years later. Texas. . .. ....... ............ .................. .......................... ................................. It's been a long day without you my friend. I'll tell you all about it when I see you again. .... Cause the drinks bring back all the memories Of everything we've been through. Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we've lost on the way. ..... Texas smiled upon me. I finished high school here.

"And I tell them stories." "What kind of stories?" Herb said. This was the part that had gotten him out of bed early on a Saturday morning (his only day off from selling mattresses the rest of the week) to come over here. Willie had mentioned stories when Herb got after him for being late coming home so often. It seemed they made quite an impression on the kid, but when Herb asked what kind of stories they were Willie clammed up. The Brookwood woman shrugged. "You know: ghost stories. The kind children like. Mostly ones my grandmother told me when this was her home. I could tell you one, if you like? So you'll see that they're not so bad."

Rustler's Gap had sprung up in the mid-1860s, a quintessential gold and silver boomtown with all the trappings and misadventure that came with such a designation. For as long as she could remember, Anna had heard tales of starry-eyed miners searching for the mother lode, of gamblers and gunfighters who'd met their fates at the wrong end of a gun, of horse thieves and other criminals who'd met theirs at the end of a rope, and stories of ladies of the evening who'd offered a bit of solace for the right price.