Western Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

Wayne bounced back to the land of the living and coughed several times. "What town Wayne?!" Dodge desperately yelled, gaining the attention of both horses behind him, and Wayne gasped from shock as he stood up. "Town? What town?" "Monty's town! Where the hell is that town?!" "Um uh," Wayne gripped at his still transparent thoughts before gaining the information he needed. "A small town names Dextmer, about a four hour ride west." Dodge nodded and looked towards Mateo, both noticing how the hope shined in their eyes, and the Reaper nodded to the kid.

LIAM As soon as I left Felix, my irritation still pulsing beneath the surface, I gave him a clear directive: "Dig into this 'Queen of the West.' I want to know everything by morning." This day kept getting better and better, with more mysterious women throwing themselves in my path. This Queen of the West woman, whoever she was, sounded more like a joke and a waste of time, and I had a feeling the stunt she pulled back in the game room wouldn't be her last.

Chapter 39: The Western Friction The grand strategic maps of the petrified cedar war table had expanded once more, moving past the smoldering naval ports of the East and the frozen, severed mountain valleys of the Northern Territory. Beta Vance had spent the hours before dawn cleaning away the dark iron markers of the Eastern pureblood dynasties, replacing them with a complex grid of emerald-green obsidian tokens representing the dense, fortified valley-states of the Western Alliances. The Western faction was an entirely different structure from the rest of the continent; they were not ruled by single tyrants or ancient bloodline councils, but by a militaristic federation of twelve high-rank

The two of them naked and cuddled together, their bodies close and warm while the cool night air stirred their hair around their faces, and the distant howl of the coyotes made music to the moon. Stop it, Emma Louise, she mentally told herself in her mother's voice. That was the last thing she needed, to start thinking about the cowboy. But how could she not, with him right there in front of her? She had to get her mind off him. Carefully, not wanting to wake Mrs. Avery, she rummaged in her valise for the copy of Harper's Bazaar she'd brought. She knew that frontier women coveted the eastern periodicals, which were sometimes their only way of keeping up on current fashions. That was why so m