Westerns Novels & Stories

He had to admit this place wasn't as bad as he'd expected. He let his gaze wander around the shop, taking in things he hadn't really noticed yesterday. The artwork on the walls, for instance. Yesterday, they had been blurs of color. Today, he realized they were great examples of contemporary Western art. The style was very distinctive and arresting. Someone had lovingly painted a magnificent stallion, a small herd of horses galloping across a pasture, a tired cowboy at the end of a long day, and other similar scenes. Whoever this was might have come from Montana like he had, because the essence of the cowboy had been captured perfectly.

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.

dad says from his side, white wolves are rare, she's one of the rarest wolves out there, being a mixed species, one who could fully shift to both sides. The white wolf shook her whole body, trying to move back and forth, getting used to her new body, trying to take control over her wolf side. After a couple minutes she gained her control and started to play, she's just like Rory, she wants to play and mess around with me, and I'm here to keep her company.

I tried hoping he would finally give in, but from the are you done look he gave I knew he meant business. Exhaling through my mouth, I looked at him as I motioned with my hand for him to lead the way, after all, if he tried any funny business I had my gun with me, we reached where cars were packed as I watch him open a truck putting my bags behind as he motioned for me to come forward, I reluctantly went towards him as he collected my bags from me putting them where he put the others.

For some reason I didn’t think of timber wolves when I thought of West Virginia, but when I Googled it, I discovered they were listed as one of two breeds of wolves in the region. Gray flags decorating stores and homes let us know whose territory we entered. Sexton was around the same size as Colt and a rugby town. We went straight to the hotel. Joel waited outside the bus and entered the lobby with me. We stood at the back of the pack waiting for everyone else to check in first. Two clerks opened up and we were able to check in and get our rooms at the same time.

GREY “There’s still no sign of cowboy.” River says, tossing satellite images on the conference table. “These are from ten hours ago. We have noticed a few red wolves still kicking around.” Bastian picks up the photos. “They joined him?” River nods. “It looks like.” “Bunch of yellow bellies.” Luke grumbles. Jayson rolls his eyes. “Will you stop! You’re not a cowboy.” “A cowboy is a guy with guts and a horse. I have both.” Luke smirks.

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.

I’m like a Marlboro man so I kick on back Wish I could roll on back to that old town road I wanna ride till I can’t no more This song perfectly complements Cassius in massive proportions. Picture this: several miles from our pack, nestled in the majestic mountains, lies our sprawling ranch and a magnificent lodge. The air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and the distant sounds of laughter from humans enjoying their year-round vacations. From Monday to Friday, we all tirelessly manage the ranch and lodge. But when the weekend arrives, we immerse ourselves in exhilarating rodeos, leaving the care of the ranch and lodge to ranch hands and omegas.

I would not bring dishonor to my people. The attack began in a blur of movement. The minute I picked out a wolf, the others following me rushed into action. Everywhere got noisy as the warriors tried to shift, some tried to flee. This, coupled with the sound of flesh ripping and bones breaking, filled the air. This was a main border for them so it was not easy to cut them off. If we had come in through the Rocky Mountains, east of their pack, it would have been a swifter entrance but this was where the devastation would be more greatly felt.

Kash was a little puzzled, "Mr. Chaney will be worried." I shook my head and began to undress. Kash stepped back and then looked away, his ears reddening. "Ms. Houston, what are you doing?" I didn't care. I could do whatever for freedom. My dignity had long been worn out by Jeffrey. "He won't worry about me. These scars are all left on me by those kidnappers he hired." Kash looked at me at that moment. Inside my jacket was a white sleeveless tank top. My purplish red whip marks and a few scabbed scars on my arms showed clearly.