Stories tagged “cowboy”
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Kuiper Cowboy
Tycho finished his pre-flight check. A pain in the ass for sure but even a small tear would leave him to asphyxiate in the cold depths of space. Tycho locked himself into his Equus VII and hit the ignition switch. The bike was dirty from the constant e...
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Thousand-Yard Stares Only Get You So Far
The two men stood, back to sweaty back, under the Spaghetti Western sun. Thousand-yard stares leaped out of their eyeballs and ran off into the horizon. “Today,” cried the mayor, "these two men have challenged each other to a duel to t...
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Cowboy Riptide
I adjusted my hood, trying to keep the burning rain off my head. The concrete in the alleyway smoked, rain etching patterns in the grime and soot. The contact was an hour late and I needed a smoke. I was here because of Lonny. Well actually, because I ...
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The Wizard of Odd (Profile an author Challenge)
It is a night of stygian darkness and violent storm. Our hero stands perched atop a mountain like the dragon Chernobog. His robes fly madly in the hurricane force wind, a lightning strike reveals that underneath he is clothed only in slutty girl’...
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The Eternal Struggle
The morning air was light and crisp, the warm scent of prairie grass accenting it. I adjust my hat, the sun’s too damn bright today. The weight of my bandolier is as reassuring as an old friend. He’s been on my trail for a good four hours n...
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Lefty's Last Stand
Lefty had always been the quiet one. He never complained when it came time for him to ride drag. He never said a word when Cookie served beans and fatback for supper 40 days in a row. Come rain, shine, dust, or mud, Lefty just took it all in stride. A ...
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Another One of Those
The swing doors parted and a man stood in silhouette. He waited. The music continued playing and not a single person payed him any mind. Except the bartender. Ol’ Pete knew exactly what was about to happen. This was another one of those guys. Pet...
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A hero from the horizon
Charles “Ax” Axton slapped the dust off his chaps and pulled his revolver out. He brought the chamber to his lips and blew, while it spun smoothly. His heart pounded hard in his chest as he approached the town—it always did—and ...
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Few Choices in Dark Hell
A foul smelling dust choked his gasps. A wash of heat replaced the sudden chill. A dull ache remained, just by his heart, a heart he could swear wasn’t beating any more. His lids betrayed a red glow no matter how hard he squeezed them shut. A lif...
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Whiskey and Sin
The music occupied any and every space not occupied by the seething mass of gyrating bodies, all alcohol-fueled libido and swagger. Reston was as out of place as a possum in a cotillion, but they had a surprising stock of Jack, Jim, and Jameson behind ...
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A proposition, Mr. Pike....
A lone cowboy and his painted horse stood at the peak of a sunbathed hill,having a small staring contest with the rolling grasses below. Reminds me of home.. He thought to himself.His horse seemed to read his mind, and he nudged him on the shoulder. Th...
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Tumbleweed
“How long till we get there george?” “Won’t be long’ now John, jus’ keep following me” Johns horse wavered a bit, but he pulled the reigns and continued. “So this place was named tumble weed?” He as...
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Doc.
I don’t care if I’m too old to have toys. I’m keeping my toy cowboy, And carrying him around in my pocket. I’ll name him after Doc Holliday. And when me and dad go on vacation this summer? I’ll take him with me. Becaus...