Novel & Cerita The Irish Cowboy

He sniffed the air slow, like a wolf. ‘I smell your heat, little one,’ he said soft, his voice smooth as silk. ‘Ye brought us here to taste ye, to drink deep.’ The cowboy book shook next, pages tearing a bit as Buck jumped out. Dust puffed around his boots, like he brought the desert with him. He wore a brown hat, a red shirt with sleeves rolled up to show tanned arms full of muscle, and jeans that stuck to his thick legs. A belt with a buckle and a rope hung low on his hips. He grinned wide, teeth white, eyes blue and playful. ‘Howdy, miss,’ he drawled slow, tipping his hat. ‘Looks like you need some tamin’. I’m just the man to rope ya in.’

Irina turned towards her, her grey eyes sparkling with mischief. "Huh?" "The rancher," she said with a roll of her eyes as though she couldn't believe Everest didn't know who she was talking about. "Oh." "Yeah. The sexy cowboy is single too." Vaughn shook his head at the woman. "Irina, he has a fucking kid."

Emma asked. "Yes. America. This place is called Little Texas because the owner of this place is from Texas. He had migrated over here years ago and with his experience at working as a cowboy in some ranch in Texas, he started one here." Zian said and Emma grinned. "Cowboy?? Like they show in movies and all. Wearing tattered jeans, long thick boots and hats??" Emma asked excitedly. "The very same." Zian said, smiling at her open excitement. "Oh my!! Do you have a cowboy dress Zi Zi? You will look totally hot as a cowboy." Emma said dreamily.

‖ Owen asked, noting his travel bag. Irving nodded. ―Texas needs a lawman who‘s dedicated to his job. I hear it can be rough out in that area. I hope that‘s true.‖ After Irving complained that catching Big Roy and the others weren‘t challenging enough, Owen wasn‘t surprised that he started looking for other places to go to. ―Hope those outlaws down there keep you on your toes.‖ ―Nice meeting you, Owen.‖ He shook Owen‘s hand before he tipped his hat to the four brothers who moved out of his way.