Outlaw Cowboy Quotes

He envied her, sensing that she lived each day as if it was her last.

She didn’t need anyone to tell her he was all wrong for her and yet…

The motorcycle’s headlights cut through the darkness. Ahead the road was nothing but a black hole. She roared toward it.

She was dangerous. I’d heard the rumors, that she had a history as a wild woman, that she’d been married to a gambler, maybe even been one herself, that her past was scandalous at best. But who was I to judge? My past was littered with scandal.

He had a hint of a Southern drawl, as if he’d worked hard to hide it, but couldn’t quite rid himself of the last of it. It was rough and gravelly, and had the seductive warmth of sinking into strong arms in front of a cozy fire. To my surprise, a spark of that long-dead heat stirred in my belly. This wasn’t the sort of response a woman should have to finding a strange man in her barn.

He was looking at the most exciting woman he’d ever met.

He couldn’t jeopardize the saloon because of some silly infatuation with an outlaw. Even one as beautiful as Mariah Ayers.

Dyin' ain't much of a livin

in Sam’s mind the shadow is the true height, the body a temporary inconvenience. When I’m a cowboy, Sam says. When I’m an adventurer. More recently: When I’m a famous outlaw. When I’m grown. Young enough to think desire alone shapes the world.

As I look through my box of photos, my eyes well up with tears as I hold in front of me, the one of my brother Spence when he was five years old. He looks so cute in his cowboy outfit, drawing his toy pistols as if he were having a showdown with nasty outlaws.

As Americans embraced Wild West mythology by ignoring inconvenient facts and exaggerating or inventing more palatable ones, they also altered the meaning of a traditionally negative term. In Wyatt’s real West, anyone referred to as a cowboy was most likely a criminal. But in movies the word was used first to describe hardworking ranch hands and then, generically, those who rode horses, toted six-guns, and, when necessary (and it always became necessary) fought to uphold justice at the risk of their own lives. Cowboys were heroes, and their enemies were outlaws. So far as his growing legion of fans was concerned, Wyatt Earp was a cowboy in the new, best sense of the word. B

One of our best dates was actually a weekend when we went to the wedding of a friend from the Teams. The couple married in Wimberley, Texas, a small town maybe forty miles south of Austin and a few hours’ drive from where we lived. We were having such a pleasant day, we didn’t want it to end. “It doesn’t have to end,” suggested Chris as we headed for the car. “The kids are at my parents’ for the weekend. Where do you want to go?” We googled for hotels and found a place in San Antonio, a little farther south. Located around the corner from the Alamo, the hotel seemed tailor-made for Chris. There was history in every floorboard. He loved the authentic Texan and Old West touches, from the lobby to the rooms. He read every framed article on the walls and admired each artifact. We walked through halls where famous lawmen-and maybe an outlaw or two-had trod a hundred years before. In the evening, we relaxed with coffee out on the balcony of our room-something we’d never managed to do when we actually owned one. It was one of those perfect days you dream of, completely unplanned. I have a great picture of Chris sitting out there in his cowboy boots, feet propped up, a big smile on his face. It’s still one of my favorites. People ask about Chris’s love of the Old West. It was something he was born with, really. It had to be in his genes. He grew up watching old westerns with his family, and for a time became a bronco-bustin’ cowboy and ranch hand. More than that, I think the clear sense of right and wrong, of frontier justice and strong values, appealed to him.

The Last Ride of Grayson “Grady” Hale In the heart of the wild west, under the vast expanse of the azure sky, rode Grayson “Grady” Hale, a cowboy known for his unyielding spirit and his trusty steed, Bess. Grady’s life was woven into the fabric of the frontier, a tapestry of cattle drives, campfire tales, and the pursuit of freedom that only the open range could offer. Grady was born to the saddle, learning to ride before he could walk, and to rope not long after. His father, a seasoned rancher, had instilled in him the values of hard work and respect for the land. Grady’s mother, a woman of strength and grace, taught him the gentle touch needed to soothe a spooked calf or mend a broken wing. As the years passed, Grady’s reputation grew. He wasn’t the fastest gun nor the richest rancher, but he had something more valuable—integrity. Folks from miles around would seek his help when rustlers threatened or when a neighbor needed a hand. Grady never turned his back on those in need, and his word was as solid as the mountains framing the horizon. One fateful day, a telegram arrived, calling Grady to a distant town. A band of outlaws had taken over, and the people were desperate. Grady kissed his wife, Emma, goodbye, promising to return once peace was restored. With Bess beneath him, he rode out, the dust of the trail rising like a storm behind him. The confrontation was inevitable. Grady, with a handful of brave souls, stood against the outlaws. Words were exchanged, and then gunfire. When the smoke cleared, the outlaws were either captured or fled, and the town was saved. But victory came at a cost—Grady had taken a bullet. As he lay there, the townsfolk gathered, their faces etched with concern and gratitude. Grady knew his ride was coming to an end. With his last breath, he whispered a message to be given to Emma, a message of love and a promise kept. Back at the ranch, Emma received the news with a stoic heart. She knew the risks of loving a cowboy, the same risks that made her love him all the more. She gazed out at the sunset, the colors painting the sky like the wildflowers of their meadow. And in that moment, she felt Grady’s presence, like the gentle brush of a breeze, telling her he was home at last. Grady’s tale is one of courage, sacrifice, and the enduring legacy of a cowboy who lived by his own code. His story, like the trails he once rode, winds its way into the legend of the west, reminding us that some spirits are as untameable as the land they love.

Beneath the boundless sky so wide, Rode Grady Hale, with Bess his pride. A cowboy's life, a tale untold, Of open plains and hearts so bold. With lasso looped and hat set low, He faced each storm and braved each foe. The west was wild, a canvas vast, Each sunset marked a day that passed. In towns where outlaws ruled the night, He stood for what was just and right. His aim was true, his courage firm, A beacon steady, a guiding term. The bullet found its mark one day, And Grady Hale, he slipped away. But in the hearts of those he saved, His legend grew, forever braved. Emma's tears, like rain, did fall, Yet in her heart, she stood tall. For love's embrace knows not an end, And cowboy's whispers, the winds send. So here's to Grady, a life well spent, A cowboy's ride, a heart content. In stories told 'round fires bright, His spirit lives in stars each night.

defiant rugged Outlaw Country this country must stop selling our land to foreigners Be hell to pay take back America Tell it like it is this is America we stand up for God and our rights

Lonely Road of Faith [Verse] I see you standing there, a smile that could light up the night Your eyes are calling me, but I know it wouldn’t be right Cause I got one at home who loves me, waiting by the fireside It's a lonely road of faith, that's kept me on the righteous side [Verse 2] Whiskey on my breath, the neon lights, they start to fade The jukebox playing songs of lovers lost and a debt to be paid But her love's a lighthouse, guiding me through this rough tide It's a lonely road of faith, where temptation and truth collide [Chorus] Oh, this heart might wander, but it knows where it belongs A wandering outlaw, but her love keeps me strong Lonely road of faith, where I'm tempted every night But I got one at home who loves me, and she's my guiding light [Verse 3] Wild times and smoky bars, they offer me a fleeting thrill But the thought of her touch keeps me steady, against my will In the dark of night, it's her voice that whispers clear On this lonely road of faith, her love's the one I hold dear [Bridge] The rebel in me fights, for the freedom of my soul But her love's a gentle tether, keeping me whole Every mile that I travel, it's her face that I see On this lonely road of faith, her love will set me free [Chorus] Oh, this heart might wander, but it knows where it belongs A wandering outlaw, but her love keeps me strong Lonely road of faith, where I'm tempted every night But I got one at home who loves me, and she's my guiding light

The Temptation of Outlaws August 5, 2024 at 9:38 AM [Verse] I see you standing there, a smile that could light up the night, Your eyes are calling me, but I know it wouldn’t be right. Got one at home who loves me, she's my guiding light, Even an outlaw's heart can feel the truth in black and white. [Verse 2] The whiskey bottle's empty, the neon signs burn bright, Temptation's getting stronger under these barroom lights. But promises aren't meant to break, even when out of sight, My mind's a battlefield, and my heart's in the fight. [Chorus] I'm a drifter, a rambler, living nights in neon haze, But I won’t let a moment's spark set my world ablaze. I'll keep riding down that highway, back to her embrace, Even an outlaw knows where they belong, every single day. [Bridge] The call of freedom whispers, and I've answered once or twice, But loyalty’s a brand on me, paid its heavy price. I’ll keep my boots from wandering into a love that isn’t mine, Even outlaws need a home and a reason to decline. [Verse 3] So I'll tip my hat and walk away, though it's harder than it seems, Back to where she waits for me, the woman of my dreams. She understands this outlaw’s heart and all his crazy schemes, Even outlaws know where love's light truly beams. [Chorus] I'm a drifter, a rambler, living nights in neon haze, But I won’t let a moment's spark set my world ablaze. I'll keep riding down that highway, back to her embrace, Even an outlaw knows where they belong, every single day.

I'm a drifter August 5, 2024 at 9:38 AM [Verse] I see you standing there, a smile that could light up the night, Your eyes are calling me, but I know it wouldn’t be right. Got one at home who loves me, she's my guiding light, Even an outlaw's heart can feel the truth in black and white. [Verse 2] The whiskey bottle's empty, the neon signs burn bright, Temptation's getting stronger under these barroom lights. But promises aren't meant to break, even when out of sight, My mind's a battlefield, and my heart's in the fight. [Chorus] I'm a drifter, a rambler, living nights in neon haze, But I won’t let a moment's spark set my world ablaze. I'll keep riding down that highway, back to her embrace, Even an outlaw knows where they belong, every single day. [Bridge] The call of freedom whispers, and I've answered once or twice, But loyalty’s a brand on me, paid its heavy price. I’ll keep my boots from wandering into a love that isn’t mine, Even outlaws need a home and a reason to decline. [Verse 3] So I'll tip my hat and walk away, though it's harder than it seems, Back to where she waits for me, the woman of my dreams. She understands this outlaw’s heart and all his crazy schemes, Even outlaws know where love's light truly beams. [Chorus] I'm a drifter, a rambler, living nights in neon haze, But I won’t let a moment's spark set my world ablaze. I'll keep riding down that highway, back to her embrace, Even an outlaw knows where they belong, every single day.

This Country's Going to Hell gritty acoustic outlaw country [Verse] Once we had a land, wide and proud, Where freedom's song rang out loud. One nation under a heavenly light, But now it’s fading, lost in the night. [Verse 2] Factories closed, fields go bare, Main Street’s dying in the evening air. God was once our guiding hand, Now it's time we take a stand. [Chorus] This country’s going to hell, Where did we go wrong, who can tell? Let’s put God back in this land, We, the people, must take a stand. [Verse 3] Empty churches, echoing halls, The rise begins when a nation falls. Lest we forget what once made us great, Let’s pray before it’s too late. [Bridge] Bring back the days of honor and trust, When faith in the Lord was more than just dust. We’ve strayed too far, lost our way, Together we can reclaim that day. [Verse 4] Heroes fought, gave their lives, For freedom that’s now on the edge of knives. We need more than slogans and deals, It's soul and spirit that heals.

Down That Road soulful acoustic outlaw country [Verse] Son, I've been down that road, it's a lonely, dark trail, Battlin' the demons, chasin' whiskey and the ale, Lost in the night, where the stars don't gleam, Drownin' in the bottle, haunted by the dream. [Verse 2] I let the drugs and booze take control of my soul, Livin' in the shadows, fallin' in a hole, Days turned to nights, in a blurry haze, Each step I took was just another daze. [Chorus] But I fought long and hard to break those chains, To rise from the ashes, to soothe the pains, Found my way back to where I need to be, Son, you can too, just take it from me. [Verse 3] I've seen the bottom, where the cold winds blow, A life of regrets, where the sorrow flows, But there's a light that shines, if you reach for the sky, A reason each day to give it one more try. [Chorus] I fought long and hard to break those chains, To rise from the ashes, to soothe the pains, Found my way back to where I need to be, Son, you can too, just take it from me. [Bridge] It's a hard-worn path, with lessons learned, But there's hope in the struggle, and peace to be earned, Look to the future, let the past be gone, Keep movin' forward, and keep pressin' on.

Proud Americans outlaw country gritty defiant [Verse] Stompin' boots on dusty trails, where the thunder rolls, Stars and stripes hang high, in the heartland of our souls, Old-time whiskey in our veins, and the spirit of the free, Riding through the winds of change, it's where we wanna be. [Chorus] We're proud Americans, our hearts beat as one, The time has come, to heal and embrace, So let's stand united, let our voices be heard, Proud Americans, leading the way. [Verse 2] Front porches and pickup trucks, where stories still unfold, From sea to shining sea, we've got so much untold, Mending fences, crossing lines, together we are strong, In the land of milk and honey, where we all belong. [Chorus] We're proud Americans, our hearts beat as one, The time has come, to heal and embrace, So let's stand united, let our voices be heard, Proud Americans, leading the way. [Bridge] Through the trials and pain, we’ve always pulled through, In every small town and city, under skies of blue, With grit and love, in each verse we say, We're fighting for a brighter day. [Verse 3] Guitars strum like battle cries, in the twilight’s golden hue, From the shadows to the spotlight, we sing a country tune, Bonfires light the night, with hope and memories, Echoes of freedom, carried by the breeze.

One Nation Under God rebellious gritty outlaw country Profile avatar ProgressiveEncoder337 July 27, 2024 at 10:39 AM [Verse] In the heart of these small-town roads, where the story's old but true, We used to bow our heads in prayer, we’d pledge allegiance too. Now the lights are flickering, the signs all point to fall, Where’d that spirit go that used to stand so tall? [Verse 2] Factory stands are empty, schools don’t teach no more, Folks drive by the church, like it's something to ignore. We used to hold our ground, with hands together tight, But the unity we had has vanished in the night. [Chorus] This country’s going to hell, can’t you hear the warning bell? What once was one nation under God has disappeared. We the people will soon be no more if we don’t take a stand, It’s time to raise that flag and put God back in this land. [Verse 3] We got preachers out on Main Street, shouting at the skies, But nobody’s listening, too busy with the lies. The family dinners cold now, faith broke at the seams, It’s high time to awake and chase those old dreams. [Verse 4] The fields are overgrown, tractors left to rust, Where’s the honor and the pride, the values that we trust? Cemeteries filled with souls who knew the way it was, We need to reawaken and fix this just because. [Chorus] This country’s going to hell, can’t you hear the warning bell? What once was one nation under God has disappeared. We the people will soon be no more if we don’t take a stand, It’s time to raise that flag and put God back in this land.

One Nation Under God rebellious gritty outlaw country [Verse] In the heart of these small-town roads, where the story's old but true, We used to bow our heads in prayer, we’d pledge allegiance too. Now the lights are flickering, the signs all point to fall, Where’d that spirit go that used to stand so tall? [Verse 2] Factory stands are empty, schools don’t teach no more, Folks drive by the church, like it's something to ignore. We used to hold our ground, with hands together tight, But the unity we had has vanished in the night. [Chorus] This country’s going to hell, can’t you hear the warning bell? What once was one nation under God has disappeared. We the people will soon be no more if we don’t take a stand, It’s time to raise that flag and put God back in this land. [Verse 3] We got preachers out on Main Street, shouting at the skies, But nobody’s listening, too busy with the lies. The family dinners cold now, faith broke at the seams, It’s high time to awake and chase those old dreams. [Verse 4] The fields are overgrown, tractors left to rust, Where’s the honor and the pride, the values that we trust? Cemeteries filled with souls who knew the way it was, We need to reawaken and fix this just because. [Chorus] This country’s going to hell, can’t you hear the warning bell? What once was one nation under God has disappeared. We the people will soon be no more if we don’t take a stand, It’s time to raise that flag and put God back in this land.

Son, I've Been Down That Road soulful acoustic outlaw country [Verse] Son, I've been down that road, it's a lonely, dark trail, Battlin' the demons, chasin' whiskey and the ale, Lost in the night, where the stars don't gleam, Drownin' in the bottle, haunted by the dream. [Verse 2] I let the drugs and booze take control of my soul, Livin' in the shadows, fallin' in a hole, Days turned to nights, in a blurry haze, Each step I took was just another daze. [Chorus] But I fought long and hard to break those chains, To rise from the ashes, to soothe the pains, Found my way back to where I need to be, Son, you can too, just take it from me. [Verse 3] I've seen the bottom, where the cold winds blow, A life of regrets, where the sorrow flows, But there's a light that shines, if you reach for the sky, A reason each day to give it one more try. [Chorus] I fought long and hard to break those chains, To rise from the ashes, to soothe the pains, Found my way back to where I need to be, Son, you can too, just take it from me. [Bridge] It's a hard-worn path, with lessons learned, But there's hope in the struggle, and peace to be earned, Look to the future, let the past be gone, Keep movin' forward, and keep pressin' on.

Young at Heart [Verse] They say I'm old, and that might be true, I move a bit slower, forget a thing or two. But in my mind, I'm still twenty-two, Young at heart, and ain't nothing I can't do. [Verse 2] I see the world through a youthful lens, With memories of lost loves and old friends. My body may have wear, but my spirit's strong, Dancing to that good, old outlaw song. [Chorus] Young at heart, forever free, A little slower, but still wild as can be. You may call me old, but you'll see, One day you'll be young at heart, just like me. [Verse 3] I remember nights down by the creek, Bonfire tales and secrets we'd keep. The years might change the lines on my face, But inside me, time can't erase. [Chorus] Young at heart, forever free, A little slower, but still wild as can be. You may call me old, but you'll see, One day you'll be young at heart, just like me. [Bridge] So to all you young ones, full of fight, Live your dreams and chase the night. But never forget, when gray turns to gold, That youth is a state of mind and soul.

outlaw country politicians lining their pockets while the poor get poorer. starving the American people with the high price food and rent while the rich get richer and the underclass people starve

Life's Just a Day [Verse] Oh-oh, life's just a day, it's a wild, wild ride, Shit happens, we love, we lose, we still find our stride. From backroads to barrooms, in the shadow of the pines, We're tough as the mountains, strong as the Carolina vines. [Verse 2] When the sun dips low and the whiskey flows free, It's a dance with the devil but the stars never leave. We stumble and fall, but our boots hit the ground, With an outlaw heart, we’ll turn it all around. [Chorus] Oh, life's just a day, and it's a wild, wild ballet, Shit happens, we learn, we laugh, but we make our own way. Through the shadows and the scars, from the cradle to the grave, In the hard times and the good, yeah, we're brave. [Bridge] When the night is full of whispers and the moon's letting on, We find solace in the darkness, and in the crickets' song. For in every heartache, there's a story to tell, With each broken down fence, we rise up from the hell. [Verse 3] In rusted old trucks and in honky-tonk tunes, We gather our strength under a Tennessee moon. With a six-string in hand and a fire in our eyes, We’ll face down our demons with the courage of the skies. [Chorus] Oh, life's just a day, and it's a wild, wild ballet, Shit happens, we learn, we laugh, but we make our own way. Through the shadows and the scars, from the cradle to the grave, In the hard times and the good, yeah, we're brave.

Outlaw Nation [Verse] There's a storm in D.C. now, can't see the light, Biden's dropped the reins, runnin' from the fight, Kamala's in the spotlight, dancin' on a stage, Trump's rollin' back in, full of fury and rage. [Verse 2] Folks down in the heartland, feelin' all the strain, Politicians playin' games, drivin' us insane, Farmers in the fields, can't catch a break, Factories closin' down, livelihoods at stake. [Chorus] Outlaw nation, we're fightin' to survive, Caught in the crossfire, just tryin' to stay alive, The rich gettin' richer, while we pay the price, Outlaw nation, it's time to stand and rise. [Verse 3] Main street's empty now, dreams turned to dust, Kids askin' questions, who can we trust? Grandpa's on the porch, with a tear in his eye, Reminiscin' 'bout the days, when the flag flew high. [Bridge] It's a tangled web they weave, in them fancy suits, But out in the country, we're stickin' to our roots, With a six-string guitar and a bottle of truth, Outlaw nation, we're fightin' for the youth. [Chorus] Outlaw nation, we're fightin' to survive, Caught in the crossfire, just tryin' to stay alive, The rich gettin' richer, while we pay the price, Outlaw nation, it's time to stand and rise.

Outlaw Prairie Thunder [Verse] This old town's got nothing left, storefronts boarded tight, Once was a place of hope and pride, now lost to endless night. Biden's bowed out gracefully, Kamala's on parade, Trump's stirring up the winds of change, on a roaring train of rage. [Verse 2] Folks around these parts are weary, they’re standing in the sun, Fighting for the scraps they get, wondering if help will come. Saw old man Jenkins cry today, says he can't stand the weight, Bank just took his family farm, he's cursing his cruel fate. [Chorus] Oh, where’s the heart of this country, when our leaders just play the game? Trading blows on TV screens, while we live with loss and pain. Oh, America’s torn at the seams, can’t find trust or grace, In this outlaw prairie thunder, we’re all part of the race. [Verse 3] Mama's working double shifts, just to pay the rent, Daddy's out there driving trucks, all his money's spent. Kids are dreaming 'bout a life, where they ain't gotta fight, These backroads tell a story, of a million restless nights. [Bridge] Brother's in the army now, they sent him overseas, Fighting for a notion, that he barely believes. Sister’s waiting tables, barely getting by, As the politicians holler, and the flags of freedom fly. [Chorus] Oh, where’s the heart of this country, when our leaders just play the game? Trading blows on TV screens, while we live with loss and pain. Oh, America’s torn at the seams, can’t find trust or grace, In this outlaw prairie thunder, we’re all part of the race.

Yes Dear [Verse] Well, I’ve been known to raise some hell, ride the wind, and chase the storms, But when it comes to you, my lady, I find myself reborn. All the wild ways of my youth seem to fade to gray, ‘Cause when you speak, darlin', there ain't much to say but... [Chorus] Yes dear, you’re right dear, I ain't gonna argue at all, A happy wife makes a happy home, that's the truth, y’all. Damn woman, I loved you first, and that means I’m right dear, But when you're smiling at me, well, it all becomes so clear. [Verse 2] Outlaws and rebels, that's what folks used to call my name, Running whiskey through the night, playing a dangerous game. But then you came into my life, all calm and fierce, Now every morning starts with "Yes dear," whispered in my ears. [Chorus] Yes dear, you’re right dear, I ain't gonna argue at all, A happy wife makes a happy home, that's the truth, y’all. Damn woman, I loved you first, and that means I’m right dear, But when you're smiling at me, well, it all becomes so clear. [Bridge] Now the only fight I want is fighting for your love, Your laughter echoes in my heart, fits like a flawless glove. And every time you say I’m wrong, I shrug and pull you near, Cause it’s worth it just to keep you happy, always saying, "Yes dear." [Verse 3] I might be an outlaw still, but you’re the sheriff of my heart, Together we ride this life, never apart. So let them talk of wild men tamed by love's sweet song, I'll just smile and say, "Yes dear," no matter what goes wrong.

The best way you can get what you want in life is by helping others get what they want in life...

away from the lifestyle of the bikers… but those who live it, and have to defend it, know differently. The purest of man can become an outlaw if he finds something worth fighting for.

Look at me,” he said hoarsely. Emma brought her eyes to his face and swallowed hard. It was so good to be close to him again, in spite of everything, that she wanted to weep. “What are you doing here?” “I told you,” she said with some effort, gently knotting the bandage to make it stay. “I wanted to warn you about your brother.” He stood and led her around behind a stand of trees and brush, where he took a seat on a birch stump. Then he pulled her downward, so that she was sitting astraddle of his lap. “You took some big chances, Miss Emma. I want to know why.” Emma lowered her eyes. “Because I love you, Mr. Fairfax,” she replied in a soft, broken voice. Steven was silent for such a long time that Emma feared he was going to send her away. When she finally brought herself to meet his gaze, she was amazed to see that he was smiling. “You love me?” “Yes, God help me,” Emma sighed. Her arms went around his neck. “I love you so much, it hurts.” “Even though you’re not sure whether I’m a killer or not?” Emma nodded sadly. He laughed, and it was a joyful, raucous sound. His hands interlocked at the small of Emma’s back, he planted a noisy kiss on her mouth. “If I didn’t know those cowboys up there would tell the story around the campfire for years to come, I’d take you right now.” She would have responded wholeheartedly, but she fancied she could hide the knowledge from Steven. He put his hand under her chin and lifted. “I love you,” he said firmly. Emma had feared never to hear those words from him, and relief made her sigh and rest her forehead against his.

Why do you dislike Fulton so much? I do believe you’re pleased that I’m going on a picnic with an outlaw—a man you said yourself was probably just one step ahead of real trouble.” “My reasons for not liking Fulton are my own business,” Chloe replied. “You’d see what’s wrong with him for yourself if you’d just open your eyes. And I’ve changed my mind about you seeing Mr. Fairfax because Big John says he’s solid as bedrock. Fact is, I think he could bring out a side of you the rest of us have never seen.” Reflecting on the way she’d responded to Steven’s kisses, Emma dropped her eyes. “Maybe that side is better left alone,” she said, feeling a stirring of desire as well as shame. “Nonsense,” Chloe said briskly, “it’s as much a part of you as that lovely copper-colored hair of yours and your blue eyes. You’re a woman now, Emma, and it’s time you stopped trying to mold yourself into a bluestocking.” I’m terrified of that other Emma, she thought. “My mother had a passionate side,” she observed aloud. “It brought her to ruin and made her give up her own children.” “She was weak,” Chloe insisted. Emma recalled how easily Steven had been able to make her submit to him. “Perhaps I’m weak, too.” “Only where one man is concerned, I think,” was Chloe’s reply. She rose from her chair and yawned daintily. “I’ll be off to bed now. It’s been a long day.” “Good night,” Emma said, standing. Chloe kissed her cheek. “Good night, Emma, dear. And don’t stay up half the night berating yourself because some cowboy can make your knees melt. It just means you’re a normal, healthy woman, that’s all.” Emma

Steven grinned as though he could see right through her. He was finely dressed, but she could see the bulge of his .45 beneath his suitcoat. “Hello, Miss Emma,” he said, taking off his new beaver hat. “Mr. Fairfax,” Emma replied, stepping back to admit him. There in the shadowed light of the entryway, he brought a very small box from the pocket of his vest and held it out. “This is for you.” Emma fairly lunged for the package, before remembering it wasn’t polite to go grasping at things in other people’s hands. “You shouldn’t have,” she said. Steven’s eyes glittered with silent laughter. “But I did,” he reasoned. “That’s true,” Emma replied, snatching it from his fingers and ripping off the paper. The package contained a tiny bottle of real French perfume, and Emma’s eyes went round at the sight of it. Uncorking the little crystal lid, she held the splendid stuff to her nose and sniffed. Surely heaven didn’t smell any better. “Thank you,” she breathed, amazed that a cowboy could give such an elegant, costly gift. Even Fulton, with all his money, had never presented her with anything so dazzlingly extravagant. Steven smiled. “You’re welcome, Miss Emma. Now, are we going on that picnic or not?” Emma led the way back through the house. “Daisy’s fixed us a grand basket.” “We’ll have plenty to eat then, darlin’, because I just picked up a full meal from the hotel.” Emma turned and looked at him in surprise. “But the lady always provides the food,” she said. “That doesn’t seem quite fair, since it was the gentleman who did the asking,” Steven replied in a mischievous whisper. Daisy

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Try as he did at such times, his thoughts would inevitably turn to the pretty girl named Annie. Tony was always able to sense when the cowboy's deep longing for the girl was at its worst, and nudged him with his nose. He reached up and stroked the horse's mane absently, his thoughts further away than those stars above him. A pretty girl like that was probably at some dance, courted by a long list of admirers. A mere cowboy stood nary a chance, and one with a reputation like Wyn's even less. Even being seen with a man like Wyn should give Annie pause. With this sad realization he dozed, his gun always within reach. Even the quickest and most accurate of men could take nothing for granted in a land whose beauty often  masked its danger. Wyn knew the biggest danger, however, was the men who rode these untamed lands, which were often a haven for outlaws and bad men, as well as men like himself who simply loved the land. A wanted man could disappear completely in the wild country.

The sun lost its heat and wore down to the western horizon, where it changed from white to gold and rested like a huge ball about to roll on its golden shadows down the

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If guns are outlawed, only outlaws will have guns.’” Katie shook her head. It was all so unreal.

I met a man in a tin train station Army bags and a Randall knife His train came in, but he stayed waitin' Scared to Death, too full of Life. The years around his eyes were many The words he spoke of them were few. "I see," he said "that you are a cowboy. I wish to god that I was one too. "But you see, I was a soldier. I toyed with Death and played with Life. Called myself the Delta Outlaw, Built a legend with my gun and knife." My train came in, but he stayed waitin' Army bags and that Randall knife Dreamin' cowboy dreams in an old train station Scared of Death, too full of Life.

When you write, you start with what you know and build from there. I knew a little something about the border, Texas and Mexico from my journalism days. Knew some cops and redneck outlaws, too. And I knew I wanted to write a noirish detective novel. So I started with that and went from there. Out popped Ed Earl Burch, Carla Sue Cantrell and THE LAST SECOND CHANCE: An Ed Earl Burch Novel.

Where are you taking me?” “To town. I’m going to wire your daddy and get you a hotel room.” Her blue eyes filled with silvery stars. “You want to wire Daddy so you can ask for my hand,” she crooned. “You’re going to marry me.” “I was thinking more in terms of murder,” Steven replied. Joellen’s cheeks reddened. “Well, you have to marry me, Steven Fairfax—you’ve compromised my good name!” “I’m going to compromise your bottom if you don’t stop talking as if I had my way with you out there. I never touched you, except to share a coat, and you know it.” “Daddy doesn’t,” Joellen said, with a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile. “And neither do all those cowboys, or Mr. Deva, or Sing Cho. They’re my witnesses that you’ve spoiled me for any other man.” Steven sighed and kept his silence.

Fulton, you haven’t been listening. I gave myself to him. Steven and I made love.” Fulton closed his eyes tightly for a moment. “Don’t say that.” “It’s true,” Emma insisted softly, and she couldn’t help touching Fulton’s arm because he looked so crushed. “I’m sorry,” she added, “but it is.” “I don’t care,” Fulton insisted. His eyes were too bright and he was talking too quickly. “I can make you forget him. If you’ll just let me hold you, let me kiss you, let me do the things he did—” Emma retreated a step, but there was a wall of books at her back. She flinched when Fulton gripped her shoulders, remembering how frightened she’d been when he’d tried to take advantage of her the night before. “I wouldn’t hurt you for anything,” he said brokenly. “Please,” Emma whispered. Reluctantly, he let her go, but he was still standing too close. He drew a deep breath and let it out again. “Are you almost through here? I’ll walk you home. It’ll be like old times, before he came along—you’ll see.” “I don’t think that would be a very good idea,” Emma said, turning to walk away. Fulton caught her by the arm and wrenched her around. “Maybe you want me to play rough,” he drawled. “Is that how it is, Emma? Does the cowboy take what he wants, instead of asking for it like a gentleman?” Emma felt color surge into her face. She shrugged free of Fulton’s grasp and managed only by the greatest effort not to slap him across the face. “I don’t think we have anything more to discuss,” she said tightly. “Please leave before I summon the marshal.” Fulton laughed at that. “Come on, Emma. Can’t you come up with a better threat than old man Woodridge?” She backed away. “You’re scaring me.” Instantly, Fulton’s face changed. He was all tenderness and indulgence. “I would never hurt you. I love you. Now, get your things and lock this place up. I want to walk you home.” Being

Fasten my buttons, please,” she said, turning her back to Daisy. “I’ll fasten your buttons, all right,” Daisy muttered, but she couldn’t hide her amusement at Emma’s good mood. “You just see that young cowboy don’t unfasten ’em again.” Emma stiffened. “Daisy! How could you say such a thing?” “I wasn’t always old an’ fat,” Daisy chortled. “No, siree, I was young once, just like you. Now, you mind your manners and behave like a lady, or I’ll paddle your bottom.” “Fiddlefaddle,” Emma said, but she was smiling when she whirled around to face Daisy, her skirts swishing as she moved. “How do I look?” “Like a tiger lily,” Daisy answered fondly, gathering her apron into her hands. “Lord, but you’re a beauty, chile—no wonder some young fella’s always tryin’ to lead you down the primrose path!” Emma’s smile faded as she wondered how on earth she would resist Steven Fairfax if he got her alone and kissed her. But Daisy laughed at her expression and patted her briskly on the cheek. “Don’t look so fretted up, now—the fella what succeeds, I reckon he’ll be the right one.” To

Characters you’ll find difficult to forget (besides the two lead characters), include the astute Jim Traft, Sr., Molly’s semi-outlaw brother Arch (Slinger) Dunn; faithful Andy Stoneham; kind-hearted Mrs. See; the rollicking cowboy, Curley Prentiss; the despicable villain, Hank Jocelyn; the supposedly deaf cook, Jeff Davis; Molly’s embittered mother; Ring Locke, the range boss; and a host of other characters who play cameo parts.

Polish rule robbed Ukraine of its nobility. But it also saw the emergence of a new power in the region – the Cossacks. Outlaws and frontiersmen, fighters and pioneers, the Cossacks are to the Ukrainian national consciousness what cowboys are to the American. Unlike the remote and sanctified Rus princes, the Cossacks make heroes Ukrainians can relate to. They ranged the steppe in covered wagons, drawing them up in squares in case of Tatar attack. They raided Turkish ports in sixty-foot-long double-ruddered galleys, built of willow-wood and buoyed up with bundles of hollow reeds. They wore splendid moustaches, red boots and baggy trousers ‘as wide as the Black Sea’. They danced, sang and drank horilka in heroic quantities.

To recite all my ups and downs and the valuable information about outlaws and tough characters secured for my agency would take up too much space.

when he returned he told

In the end, Wyatt Earp and his brothers will be forever remembered as the mythical gunfighters who took on the Cowboys at the O.K. Corral. But in 1900, a journalist who knew them well provided their finest and most accurate epitaph. “The Earp boys always had a reputation for absolute fearlessness and a worse reputation that they do not deserve. They were not rustlers. They were sports, it is true, every one of them. They played high, rode hard, and shot quick, but they were open-hearted, generous and would go to the limit for a friend. Either for trailing Apaches, horse and cattle thieves, or stage robbers, they outstripped any posse. They were simply ‘men with the bark on.’” Rightly or wrongly, we will never see their like again.

Billy and Thunder's Wild West Adventure Once upon a time in the Wild West, there was a little cowboy named Billy. Billy was no ordinary cowboy; he was the tiniest, most determined cowboy in all of Leeton, Missouri. One sunny afternoon, Billy decided it was time to round up his trusty steed, a plush toy horse named Thunder. Billy put on his best cowboy hat, tied his bandana, and slipped into his fringed coat. He climbed onto Thunder, ready to conquer the wild fields. As he rode, he imagined himself chasing down outlaws and saving the day. But Thunder had other plans. Being a plush toy, Thunder wasn't exactly built for speed. Instead, he bounced and wobbled, making Billy giggle uncontrollably. Suddenly, Billy spotted a group of real horses in the distance. "Yeehaw! Let's show them how it's done, Thunder!" he shouted. The real horses, curious about the tiny cowboy, trotted over to see what all the fuss was about. They watched in amusement as Billy and Thunder performed their best rodeo tricks. Billy decided it was time for the grand finale. He stood up on Thunder's back, arms outstretched, and shouted, "Look at me, I'm the greatest cowboy in the West!" Just then, Thunder wobbled a bit too much, and Billy tumbled off, landing softly in the grass. The real horses neighed in what sounded like laughter. Billy sat up, dusted himself off, and laughed along with them. "Well, Thunder, we might not be the fastest or the best, but we sure know how to have fun!" And with that, Billy and Thunder continued their adventure, bringing smiles and laughter to everyone they met in the Wild West. And so, the legend of Billy the Tiny Cowboy and his trusty steed Thunder spread far and wide, reminding everyone that sometimes, the best adventures are the ones filled with laughter and a little bit of wobble.

The storekeeper eyed Trey suspiciously. "You killed the two gents who owned the horses, didn't you?" he asked. Trey turned his attention from the horses. "That's none of your affair. If I told you the truth of the matter, it wouldn't make any difference. It would only be my word against theirs, and they won't be doing any more talking.

The cowboy-outlaw era began about 1875, reached its climax in 1897, and ended about 1905.

COYOTEE" "Was a cowboy I knew in south Texas His face was burnt deep by the sun Part history, part sage, part Mexican He was there when Pancho Villa was young And he'd tell you a tale of the old days When the country was wild all around Sit out under the stars of the Milky Way And listen while the coyotes howl Well he cursed all the roads and the oilmen And he cursed the automobile Said, "This is no place for an hombre like I am In this new world of asphalt and steel." Then he'd look off someplace in the distance At something only he could see He'd say, "All that's left now of the old days: Those damned, old coyotes and me." Now the longhorns are gone And the drovers are gone The Comanches are gone And the outlaws are gone Now Quantrill is gone Stand Watie is gone And the lion is gone And the red wolf is gone One morning, they searched his adobe He disappeared without even a word But that night, as the moon crossed the mountain One more coyote was heard

COYOTES" "Was a cowboy I knew in south Texas His face was burnt deep by the sun Part history, part sage, part Mexican He was there when Pancho Villa was young And he'd tell you a tale of the old days When the country was wild all around Sit out under the stars of the Milky Way And listen while the coyotes howl Well he cursed all the roads and the oilmen And he cursed the automobile Said, "This is no place for an hombre like I am In this new world of asphalt and steel." Then he'd look off someplace in the distance At something only he could see He'd say, "All that's left now of the old days: Those damned, old coyotes and me." Now the longhorns are gone And the drovers are gone The Comanches are gone And the outlaws are gone Now Quantrill is gone Stand Watie is gone And the lion is gone And the red wolf is gone One morning, they searched his adobe He disappeared without even a word But that night, as the moon crossed the mountain One more coyote was heard

Faster, Faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.” This is how I wanted to live my life. I was in the middle of an adrenaline-fueled camp of modern-day outlaws. I would leave Australia with an entirely new level of addiction to adrenaline.

we don’t need this to be investigated, we need it to be dealt with in a way that ensures it can never happen again.” “So, you're suggesting outlaw justice.” He laughs to himself. I know Savannah’s father is a lawyer, he believes in the justice system.

Mama (Intro) Under a whiskey sky, the truth burns through, Mama, every mile leads back to you. (Verse 1) By the fire, on a desert night, You stood your ground, kept me in the fight. Through the pain, through the years I ran, You loved a boy, and raised a man. (Chorus) Thank you, Mama, for holdin’ strong, Through all the times I got it wrong. Your patience taught me how to be, The good you always saw in me. Reckless days and troubled nights, You were my calm, you were my light. (Verse 2) When I turned my back, when I let you down, You stayed steady while I burned the town. Every fight, every tear you cried, You never quit, and I’m filled with pride. (Bridge) The road was rough, and so was I, But your love kept the stars in my sky. In every step, through every sin, Your strength pulled me back again. (Final Chorus) Thank you, Mama, for holdin’ strong, Through all the times I got it wrong. Your patience taught me how to be, The good you always saw in me. Reckless days and troubled nights, You were my calm, you were my light. (Outro) Under an outlaw’s moon, I’m standing tall, Mama, your love still beats it all. March 7, 2025 at 12:42 PM