August 25th, 2010
Cowboys Don’t Kiss by Ken James.
I was in the Automotive section of K-Mart, scanning the stack of air filters for the right part number, when I noticed him. He was about thirty-five, dressed in a cowboy hat and boots, with an expensive western shirt and blue jeans. His body was slender but strongly muscled. His eyes were shadowed by his hat brim, but I could see he had a bushy moustache. He’d been staring at me for a couple of minutes.
August 24th, 2010
Jake’s Cowboy by AvyMac.
The snow was icy and hard-packed as I descended the mountain, my skis crunching against the frozen powder. I skirted around a column of conifer
trees, branches flicking against my arm as if trying to throw me
off-balance. I quickly righted myself and continued on, the brittle morning
air stinging my exposed cheeks and mouth. I was thankful for the Colorado
sun, which shone bright and warm, offering comfort to the freezing morning…
August 23rd, 2010
Used by Dennis by Jamie Johnson.
The door opened and quickly after a tall handsome man walked through. While walking through the room I was sitting in, he looked me in the eyes and winked his eyebrows. “Hello Jamie”, he suggestively said. I aptly replied with “Hey Dennis..”, lost in the eye contact.
August 22nd, 2010
Pastel Cowboy by Carl Holiday.
I’d gone on a week-long canoe trip on the Buffalo River in Arkansas with three of what used to be my best friends: Steve Norris who was a wide receiver; Blake James a halfback; and, Todd Benjamin, the other halfback. We’d done it the year before and I was looking forward to another good time out in the wilderness during summer break before our senior year. You know, doing guy stuff. Well, anyway, there’s a big pool in the river that’s miles from any trail so you can only get to it by boat and people who know about it often go skinny-dipping there…
August 21st, 2010
Der Cowboy by Tragic Rabbit.
Fighting was hard during the nine-mile drive from Bastogne to Houffalize; a series of bitter attacks and counterattacks in steadily worsening weather. The Ardennes Offensive was all too effective; eight German armored divisions and thirteen infantry pushed towards Antwerp against minimal American resistance. In desperation, Patton threw the 17th Airborne, the 87th and 35th Infantry, and the 11th and 6th Armored Divisions into his defensive line, now stretching 25 miles from the frozen Oerthe River to the Clerf.
