"Well, shit," Lia murmured to herself, rolling over in bed and squinting at the sunlight piercing through the cracks in the wooden slats of her window. The room was a mess, clothes strewn about like confetti from last night's festivities. Her heart thudded in her chest as she realized she was naked, the cool morning air kissing her skin. The echoes of her own passionate cries filled her ears, a stark reminder of the night...
The dust kicked up by the galloping horses filled the air, obscuring the horizon like a veil of gritty lace. Lia Lawson, her eyes squinted against the relentless sun, steered her steed with a gentle yet firm grip. The animal's muscles rippled beneath her, each stride a silent promise of speed and power. "You've got a way with 'em, Lia," Jake called out from the side, his own horse matching her pace stride for stride. His...
"You're sure you're ready for this, Lia?" Jake’s voice was a mix of excitement and concern as he tightened the saddle girth on his horse, a sturdy brown stallion named Hightower. His eyes searched hers for any sign of doubt. Lia nodded, her grip on the reins firm. "More than ready," she replied, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. She'd been waiting for this chance for days for weeks—months, really. Ever since Pa had m...
"Lia, you're needed in the west field," her oldest brother, Jake, called out as he loped towards her. The early morning sun had barely crested the horizon, casting a warm glow over the sprawling ranch. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the scent of sagebrush and livestock. Lia wiped the sleep from her eyes and swung her legs over the side of her bed, her feet landing on the cool wooden floorboards. She knew the dri...
Sawyer is making his second trip across the Great Plains, heading from St. Louis to California. The load on his stagecoach is heavy, even with only two passengers. Ms. Abigail, the aspiring bride of the owner of one of the largest mines in California, had multiple chests full of the things she just had to have. There is barely room inside the stagecoach for the two passengers with all the luggage that had to be stored ins...
Although all his friends laughed at him Blake knew that mermaids are real. It was a strange thing for a cowboy to talk about, since he lived and worked, well, inland, away from the ocean. However, after every cattle drive instead of hitting up a cathouse or saloon, he went to San Francisco. He spent all day sitting on a pier and watched the ocean, looking for his beloved mermaid. Blake was a veteran of the War Between the...
With months of watching and days of riding through the Great Plains,through the seasons and Christmas time, when snow was falling.It was now May 18th, just a couple of days before bank holiday Monday;even before then did Cindy Silver Buckle choose to run away. Once upon a time in the Wild West, there lived a young woman named Cindy Silver Buckle. This one rider was the main character in this tale, and she was planning to...
At Sheridan Saloon in Wild West Town...Into the old bar they went, they strolled over to the noticeboard to find anything new to fight in the western desert. The time was getting late but not too late to watch the sunset. A few voices chattered and laughed, albeit not as many as the evening would hold in the saloon.Upon the posting board appeared to be a mark, it was an active monster that the cowboys had to defeat today....
Caleb dunked his butt in the mountain spring coolness of the fast running stream and smiled as he pondered the infinite delight of the widow lady Eliza humping her way silently to an explosion of female juices and whispered naughty words that helped him to drain a little bit faster. She was really a contradiction of impressions because he had figured her bible-carrying ways and demure style of dress implied she was just a...
(a song, to be sung country-western style, with a jangly guitar)I knew a girl in my hometown her name was Sara-LouA tale of seven rides she told each word, she swore, was true.Sixteen, she hitched thru Tennessee; he drove a black sedan.Her young pert breasts, her languid arm he wound his window down.They stopped at dawn round Memphis way, across his hood she sprawled.Her skin warmed 'gainst the cool night b...
Travis Michael Dillon had seen enough. He had seen enough bloodshed. He had seen enough suffering. He had seen enough of the war. So in the spring of 1866, he decided to do something about it. The War Between the States had just ended and while President Lincoln had worked to heal the country and reunite it once again prior to his assassination, Travis wanted to get as far away from it as he possibly could. The war had ra...
Jake spent the next two days pondering his next move and suffering his lust. If his incomprehensible desire for Ryan was strong before, it was a nearly uncontrollable blaze now. His dreams featured her naked, wanting, that luscious body that the drying sheet had only hinted at on display for his eyes, hands and mouth. He woke up in trembling sweats the first night, a raging hard on tenting his covers. He'd lost count of t...
The sky was tinged in oranges, pinks and purples as the last rays of the sun gave way to the inky black of night. Jake checked his reflection one last time in the small mirror over his wash stand, running a hand over his freshly shaved chin and smoothing unruffled hair. He'd washed and changed after the work day, the button up dress shirt a novelty in the wilds of the west. The trousers were still just trousers, if perhap...
The moon was just starting to peek over the distant range when Jake and his men finished rounding up the stray cattle. The skittish creatures rejoined the herd with grateful sounding bays and moos, as if leaving hadn't been their idea in the first place. Jake spat the trail dust out of this mouth and leaned his long, rangy body onto the saddle horn as he watched his men bring in the last few stragglers. A quick count ensu...
It was a couple days before Anna could gather herself enough to return to the saloon. When she did, she had Clint by her side for support. The girls were very understanding as was Sam, the barkeep. "You just take your time, Anna. Me and the other girls can keep the place running till you are ready to return," Sam said. "That's just it, Sam... I'm not sure I can come back. I mean, I might be able to serve drinks downstairs...
