Western Gunslinger Novels & Stories

Pamela hit the nail on the head - I was cultivating my frighteningly extensive muscle memory. My basal ganglia had gone from an unicyclist to a motocross daredevil. That might sound cool right up until you find yourself in conversation with Wiesława of House Živa while strapping on a pair of hip holstered Smith & Wesson Model 29s you can't even recall picking up in the armory. "You are an American cowboy?" she asked as she gave the underside of my chin a sexy fingernail scrape.

“Says the man who came here to kill her and is promising to hand her over to his murderous brother.” “Charlie may find her now. In fact, it won’t be long before he finds her like I did, and he won’t hesitate to kill her. As soon as Max told me there was a woman commanding a full moon wolf to stop, and he listened, I knew we had a Wolf Rider on our hands. Now you have to pick—would you take a chance with Jezebel’s life here now, or would you take it with me. I may be able to help her.” “How?”

" Okay, but what about my payment?" I nodded. Finding no other way to kill my time here. He guides me to the bar and steadies the revolving bar chair for me to sit. I felt strange again. No man has treated me with so much respect before. He seemed like a nice guy. We started chit-chatting, but my eyes were fixed on my brother's back. Ryder was telling me that he was the head warrior in the second-biggest pack in the world. He attended mid-semester to finish his studies.

“Dom said the grenade they used on the patrol the night of the party is made with a sleep agent and wolfsbane. They also tend to use silver tipped weapons and tranquilliser guns. Though starting a fight with an established pack is dangerous, not many rogue packs would dare, Hunter isn't like most rogue leaders.” “The borders have been on alert and our warriors are ready. Most of the people in the area have been cleared out, so within 5 miles of the meet point is deserted.” Eric said as he pulled a map out of the bag and laid it on the table. “This is the meet area. We have men stationed in the homes to keep watch. As you instructed, I've reached out to The Eclipse Pack and The Western River

"This is Gray Garza, Alpha Supreme of the Western Region. Gray, this is my betrothed, Dr. Kalyssa Carran, veterinarian." I extended my hand in a friendly greeting, smiling. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He raised my hand to his lips and kissed it. "The pleasure is mine." He smiled as he glanced over at Xander. "You didn't tell me your fiancé was so beautiful." "Thank you," I replied. "Will you be staying long?" He smiled as he shook his head. "Only until tomorrow. I'm leaving right after the trial. Thank you for being such a gracious host and allowing me to stay here."

The two of them just stared at each other, and I was, standing there like the odd one out. The last two years had been kind to my brother. No scars, no missing limbs. His ashy blond hair tied back into a low ponytail, right at the base of his neck. Clean shaven as always, a golden tint taken to his skin. Lean, and dorky in appearance, but still able to hold his own in a one on one. “...mate…” They both just said, in a very unison tone. My guess is the wolves were going insane inside their heads.

300 Win Mag sniper rifle. Rusty grinned. "That's exactly what it is. It's the same rifle Chris Kyle used, and it's the one I have the most kills with." Dix dipped his head once in acknowledgment. "Then we'll have to make sure you always have it at the ready." The lean, dark man sitting next to Rusty also reached out a hand "Gonzalo Cruz." He grinned, a flash of white teeth. "My friends call me Gonzo." "What do your enemies call you?" Dix asked.

The general store had some things but we hadn’t come across the finer detailed trinkets. “It was alright.” Dreyma smiled and took a sip of her tea, “You know I think we are finally going to zero in on weapons tomorrow.” “Could be fun.” The only one of us who had chosen their weapon specialty was Sage. I was partial to a spear but Dreyma had never quite found her calling. “Do you think we’re too okay with everything?” Sage put down her cup and looked in her glass, her reflection dancing back at her through ripples. “I just mean we’re going to be assassins right? Do you think we’re just going to be okay with killing them?”

I'd built my empire on ruthless decisions, and now was the time to remind everyone exactly who I was. I wasn't some baby dealer trying to find his way in this game. I had clawed my way to the top of the cartel world in this city, and I'd be damned if I let anyone push me down from that spot. I'd dealt with betrayals, dodged the law, and spilled enough blood to claim my territory. Now, the Queen of the West was trying to knock me off my throne, but I wasn't about to go down easily.

One of the guards shifted behind me, his boots scraping loudly against the dirty floor. He leaned in close enough that I could smell the stale smoke on his breath. “Ryder West?” A nasty grin stretched across his face. “That bastard’s a walking nightmare. They say he ain’t even human. Eyes like black pits that swallow you whole. He rips men apart with his bare hands and doesn’t even blink. The last idiot who tried snooping around him? They found what was left of the poor fucker scattered across three counties. Folks whisper he’s got wolf blood in his veins. Pure monster in a thousand-dollar suit. Get too close and you’re dead meat, girl.”