Stories Of The Old West Novels & Stories

Mary drew close to us and whispered, “We got friends who know a safe passage back to our home. They’re waiting at the Sundance Saloon.” Walking down the dirt road toward the crossroad, my friends and I felt like we were in a Western movie; saloons, stagecoaches, cowboys, and the Old West letters. The only difference was the people on the streets who came from different timelines. War’s End happened to be at the center of the four trade routes that converged together, with rows of buildings formed into the shape of a cross. Caravans and travelers streamed like colorful waves, arriving and departing to the east, west, and south, but never to the north. The road toward that direction remained e

“Actually, Detroit doesn't talk much about his family. I'm sure you don't know he's from the Old West family…from the Capital.” My lips parted slightly, eyes wide. I didn’t know what surprised me more—his casual mention of being Detroit’s brother or the revelation that Detroit West wasn’t just some fabricated name that I thought it was, but a real name. And not just that, he was from the West family. The West family of the Capital! That family was the oldest in the Capital, reason they're called the Old West. Their connection ran wide and deep, and their obsession over public image was staggering.

Mom had to work two different jobs as I took over running the shop, but I knew things weren’t going well. That’s when I met Prez and the Wolf Riders MC! They were on the run from their own Enforcers and the president at the time, having failed a coup. The president was forcing their patched members and prospects to do the drugs they were supposed to deal, only allowing them their fix once the drop was done. Even going as far as overdosing on a couple of them, and the women inside the club. Men who didn’t get their fix got aggressive, and on more than one occasion, the fight ended with someone dead on the floor.

Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana. Meanwhile, Alpha Briar West, a composed and confident leader, faces a new challenge when an unforeseen issue arises from the recent cattle thefts at Wolfe Ranch. He becomes the target of the enraged Alpha from the Winnipeg Pack, who seeks retribution for a debt. As if this predicament wasn't enough, Briar also finds his mate in an entirely unexpected manner. Now, this cowboy must navigate the complexities of his relationship with his free-spirited mate, Sloan Taylor.

I saved the rest for the children’s schooling. For a long time, I could not leave the village. I had fields to tend, children to raise, and a grief so heavy that even breathing felt like labor. At night, I often dreamed of the motorcycle. In the dream, Dominic rode slowly along the mountain road. The sky was gray. The wind was cold. He never turned back, no matter how loudly I called his name. Our children sometimes asked what kind of man their father had been. I always told them the truth that mattered most.

He beamed. Dad had always wanted to go to America, and experience how cowboys lived. He loved watching old western films and often wondered what it would be like to ride on horseback. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it wasn’t all like that. Whenever he watched an old film on television, he would comment on how his lifelong dream was to sit and eat food that had been cooked on an open bonfire, ride through the wild west, and sleep under the stars. Sorry, Dad but you’re a few decades too late. My grandparent’s equestrian center a half a mile down the road from us didn't quite cut it in comparison. He would have to make do with an electric barbecue, and a walk, trot, and canter around

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

"Are you telling me people are still stealing horses in this day and age? I thought horse thieving was something that only happened in old Western movies." Amos laughed, wheezing a bit in the process. "It ain't happened 'round here for years, best I can recall, but my mama always told me the devil never really goes away, even if he does sleep for a while." "Do you think it has anything to do withwith me?" She turned her face away from him. "Why in heaven's name would ya think that, ma'am?" the old man asked her. "Surely you ain't the horse-thievin' kind if you ain't even learned how to ride one!"

Of course, when you're stuck in the car with someone for that long you learn a lot about a guy. The family now lives on a small farm, after the larger areas were divided up between family members and urban sprawl made its impact on the area. Texas, as they say, does everything bigger and apparently that includes population size as well. Back in the day of Huxley's grandfather and great-grandfather there were more cattle to be had and cowboy rustling to do. He didn't bring the big leather cowboy hat with him to Vegas, but it doesn't take much of an imagination to picture one on his head as he shares the stories he heard from his own ancestors.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.