Buckshot Ranch

By Colt Sievers

Did I mention Charlie? The pig-headed son of the owners. Set in his ways, he demands Julie obey his orders, ignoring her whisperer abilities with animals. The two repel each other like oil and water, but despite their mutual hatred, she gets damp panties around him, and he dreams of her. Will they be star-crossed lovers? Or will it all explode into open warfare?

A modern-day Western Love Story with a hint of the paranormal. Grab your copy today.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Geode Books
• Release date: Jul 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781777645748

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Title/Author: Buckshot Ranch by Colt Sievers

Published by Geode Books Canada in 2022

ISBN 978-1-7776457-4-8

Copyright © Colt Sievers 2022: All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior written permission from the publisher. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters are of legal age. No affiliation is implied or intended to any organization or recognizable body mentioned within.

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About The Author

I’ve written Romance, Sci-fi, Westerns, Horror and plain old Smut. Smut (erotica) is good; I like writing it. It’s kind of fun to free yourself from the shackles of society’s ideas of proper behaviour.

But I also love Westerns and have produced several. Buckshot Ranch is the newest, a modern western with a tinge of the paranormal.

To date (Jul 2022), I’ve enjoyed over 740,000 readers, over 23,000 4 & 5-star votes and 1200+ comments. I love the feedback and the reader’s interest. Honestly, getting up in the morning and seeing the kind comments that have come in overnight…makes my day!

Foreword:

Out of the mists of primordial times comes a stunning revelation.

The blood of an ancient race still flows in some humans, granting them remarkable abilities with animals. Julie, while on vacation at a working ranch, clashes with Charlie’s old-school ranching ideas.

They fight like cats and dogs until her strange otherworldly display tears apart Charlie’s understanding of the normal world.

Stunned and fascinated by the inexplicable events he’d witnessed, Charlie comes to a whole new paradigm. Nothing in life prepared him for Julie and her unique powers.

Is there more between them? Are they battling an attraction as others seemed to think, or are they destined to fight forever?

Buckshot Ranch

Julie was stoked. The brochure was beautiful, with enticing pictures of the rangeland surrounding the main house. Cattle grazed peacefully on the grasslands while the sun was setting in the distance. Colours of red, yellow, and orange graced the horizon as dusk approached. A line of poplars traced the banks of a creek meandering through their land. She couldn't remember seeing a more idyllic setting.

Tracing her finger over the picture longingly, she could almost visualize her own cabin on the knoll, just off to the right of the main house. Of course, she'd need a husband, dog and a couple of kids to complete the picture. The dog was easy, the husband…meh, she had yet to meet a man that moved her that much.

The large family sitting on the porch waving to the camera looked friendly and welcoming. The man she assumed was the father was grizzled and extremely fit-looking. The woman he had his arm around had that worn, no-nonsense look of a woman who'd spent her life on a ranch. These were real people, not citified fops with their fake western wear! It was perfect for what she wanted. Two weeks at a working ranch.

Eagerly, she found their webpage and paid the deposit for her vacation.

Work dragged along until three weeks later, she threw her smock in the office laundry hamper and climbed into her loaded car and headed out for the four-hour trip. It was still early morning, so she had plenty of time.

Once she got off the main roads, the scenery was gorgeous. The verdant vegetation surrounded her, and for the first time in months, she felt herself start to relax. Small meadows interspaced with forests gradually gave way to larger meadows and smaller trees as the land rose. Soon, the green grass was replaced by a tougher species of prairie grass, starting to brown out in the coming summer heat.

Coming around a corner, she surprised a couple of deer, sending them bounding off. She slowed and watched their little white rumps flick up and down as they fled.

Soon, she was in the prairies; the grass and land spread as far as the eye could see, graced in places by the odd clump of small trees. She pulled over on a small rise and got out. Basking in the warmth of the sun, she stretched, listening to the buzz of insects and the shrill calls of some prairie warblers splitting the enduring silence of the land. Taking a deep breath of the fresh, clean air, she felt her stress drain away

This was what she was meant for!

Julie had never understood why, but since she was young, she’d been attracted to the limitless horizons of the prairies. The arid grasslands and the ranching lifestyle called to her in ways that her current residence in the city never had. The air here was sweet and clean compared to the car fumes and fast-food smells that permeated the city air. Then there was the noisy hum of a wellspring of humanity that never ceased. Day, and night, horns honked, people yelled, dogs barked, the incessant din of a metropolitan area was permanent.

Out here lived a quietude that seemed to echo away from her ears back into the endless grasslands. Her soul avidly fed on it with gratitude.

The muffled purr of a car motor permeated her senses, and soon a van pulled to a stop beside her. The woman passenger rolled down the window. Everything Ok?

Julie nodded. Just enjoying the quiet and fresh air.

You headed for the ranch?

Julie nodded.

See you there. She rolled up her window again, and the van continued down the road.

Julie frowned. She distinctly remembered the brochure saying this was an adult vacation spot with no children allowed. There had been a child in the back of that van. It was a huge ranch, though, something like fifty thousand acres. Perhaps they had a separate area for families and children.

No matter, she put it out of her mind and went back to absorbing the peacefulness of her surroundings. Finally, shaking her lethargy off, she climbed into her car. A few minutes later, she was driving down the main road of a small village called Bershireville. Lunch had passed her by, so she pulled over when she saw a small café.

The waitress was pleasant and welcoming, and soon a steaming bowl of soup and a tasty-looking sandwich were sitting in front of her. She was blowing on the first spoonful to cool it down when a police car pulled up behind her car blocking her