Stories Of The Old West Novels & Stories

"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.

I nodded, not showing how disappointed I was. One thing about him is that whenever he is angry, he overworks and I don't like it. I watched at the trees as baba driver revved up the car to life and drove into the lonely city of Abuja. The late hour sun was a bit harsh on my tender skin, the skin I took time to nurture. The weather changes easily, I vividly remembered when my cousin Khadija told me it is freezing. The house stood out different from the way I knew it. The house was painted and a giant gate replaced the old one.

............................ .................... .............. ........ ..... .. . 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.

My ride was already waiting outside. ***** Sitting in my room engrossed in the book I am reading. After the visit to Sarah's house, I got home and no one was home as usual. My parents are very busy people. My dad owned various oil companies in Different countries and of course had to travel from time to time. My mum is a businesswoman. She travelled a lot too. Hopefully, she'd be around tomorrow. Deciding that the book was starting to bore me. I opened the I*******m app and started scrolling through the posts.

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.

Since it was a Saturday, the children could play as much as they liked. … Old Crows Town was a small town. From above, the outline of the town looked like a crow with black outlines and everything. No one knew how exactly how long Old Crow Town had been around. Not even Old Cabbage, the oldest man in the town. Many of the members in the town had either migrated there or the members of the older generation who knew anything about the town’s history were long dead.

At the first crack of dawn, Jeremy, Lloyd, Alexandra, and Alicia, bleary-eyed but buzzing with anticipation, shook off their sleep to join Lloyd's seasoned ranch hands on the last stretch of their drive. The ranch, sprawling out in the morning light, was alive with the sounds of cattle lowing and horses snorting impatiently. It was a symphony of the Wild West, the backdrop to their exhilarating day ahead.

“Who started the ‘old ways kept us strong’ talk?” He shifted, uncomfortable. “No one who’ll put their name on it,” he said. “Whispers in the tavern. Behind closed doors. The same voices who grumble that ‘peace made us soft’ when a patrol misses a stray wolf.” “Names,” Rhea said. He hesitated, then rattled off a few—an older trapper, a widow who’d lost two sons to an outbreak years ago, a younger man who’d been a boy during the worst of the war and had heard more story than truth.