Riding to the North - Steamy Western Romance

By Helen Smith

Jack, a lonely cowboy, is heading south looking for work after a long cattle drive, and has to stop in a small town to resupply. In the saloon, he meets a beautiful dancer who also happens to be a whore. He never uses a prostitute, but it's been so long since he has been with a woman, he's been drinking, and there is something special about this one, something about her deep, brown eyes. 

Will Jack be able to hold back his urges?

A Standalone Short Story with No Cliffhanger!

• Language: English
• Publisher: American Cowboy Romance Club
• Release date: Nov 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386787501

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Riding To The North

Chapter 1

The Dancer with the Brown Eyes

There aren't many things better than hard liquor and pleasant company in the old, withered west. Especially if you're a cowboy returning from a two-month cattle drive. Jack, however, was never too much into saloons, or fast acquaintances with happy and always underpaid women. He preferred the open plains and big skies to towns, but this weekend he had to visit one to resupply, if he wanted to continue his trip south.

So, when Jack saw the first signs of the town as he approached on horseback, he was almost obliged to lower his hat. The less I see about this town, the better it will be for me, he thought. He reined his horse in and was now looking for the least shady-looking saloon. I have to take a long sleep before looking for a supplier around here.

Jack's hands were lying relaxed while he was holding the reins. A sudden burst of laughter almost made him jump off the saddle. He was able to hold his cool demeanor though, and simply turned his head looking for where the laughter had come from; it was one of the town's saloons; a recently painted building, with a big, rectangular sign hanging above the small, swinging doors.

He reined in front of the saloon and dismounted. In front of the entrance, there was a wooden post to tie the horses to. Pulling his horse closer to the post, Jack was caressing the strong animal.

You did well once again old buddy. Now, let's rest for the next couple days. Lad was the name of his horse, and they had been together for the past five years. This returning trip was their fifth, since every year Jack went on the cattle drive as a full-fledged cowboy. After all, it paid well and it was a means to an end.

A creak on the wooden floor made Jack stop giving attention to Lad. Jack turned, and saw an old guy, white-haired and mustached, totter away from the saloon. Giving off an intense smell of liquor, and murmuring incomprehensible things about some cards, he bumped into Jack and shuffled off, without even apologizing.

Watch out old man. If you can't handle it, then don't start it, Jack said. He spoke loudly enough to catch the man's attention, making him seemingly turn, looking annoyed.

Who are you? I've never seen your sorry ass around here... son, he complimented his sentence with a