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“That was the trouble with explaining with words. If you explained with gunpowder, people listened.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Dustrunner

“I plan to use my hands, my mouth, and my cock to fuck that basic vanilla sex right outta you.”
― Lorelei James, Saddled and Spurred

“There is no better place to heal a broken heart than on the back of a horse.”
― Missy Lyons, Cowboys Don't Sing

“Funny how women are ashamed of their inner fairy whereas men are forever proudly displaying their inner cowboy or fireman”
― Dawn French, A Tiny Bit Marvellous

“Listen, Bob. A gun is just a tool. No better and no worse than any other tool, a shovel- or an axe or a saddle or a stove or anything. Think of it always that way. A gun is as good- and as bad- as the man who carries it. Remember that.”
― Jack Schaefer

“Oh. Momma told me not to tell you that your bed squeaks. But I think you know, 'cause I could hear it this morning. Jake dropped his fork. Tor, for the first time Jake had ever seen, turned scarlet. Maureen looked at them both and sighed. Christmas is always so interesting with you, Mark.”
― Chris Owen, Bareback

“Let him ride a horse. He's a cowboy ain't he?”
― Nathanael West, The Day of the Locust

“We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,
and bitterly wept as we bore him along.
For we all loved our comrade so brave, young and handsome,
we all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong."
The Cowboy's Lament”
― Leif Enger, So Brave, Young, and Handsome

“I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted, and I won't be laid a hand on. I don't do these things to other people, and I require the same from them."

- J.B Books in The Shootist 1976, directed by Don Siegel”
― John Wayne

“It's telepathy, over.”
― Flash Gordon

“Now you are thinking like a thief. Fewer guns and more exits. We'll cure your cowboy ways yet. (Vidocq)”
― Richard Kadrey, Sandman Slim

“Zebras are piano horses. I think about that when I’m swinging a golf club, and it brings a musical cowboy element to my game that another player might not be able to buy in a vending machine.”
― Jarod Kintz, To be good at golf you must go full koala bear

“You rescued me when I thought nobody would. When I thought I wasn't worth the effort. You gave me everything and asked for nothing.'
She pressed her face to mine.
'If this is love on the other side of the rescue, then I want to live it. With you. But,'
She shook her head.
'But if you give you to me, then'-
she placed her palm flat across my chest
-'come heavy”
― Charles Martin, Thunder and Rain

“What do you want in a woman, in life?'

I thought a moment...'The Rangers...we began to describe one another in a few simple words: El es muy bueno para cabalgar el rio. Meaning, 'He'll do to ride the river with.' In Texan, it means, 'I'd trust him with my life.'

I scratched my head. 'I want someone to ride the river with.”
― Charles Martin, Thunder and Rain

“She needed a dream lover—for one night.”
― Julie Castle, 4 R's: Roped, Rescued, Risked, Romanced

“And lose my cock, balls and prostate? Are you kidding me? Honey, I’m still all man. I’m just a man with decoration,â€� Tommy had explained before turning with a flounce and practically floating out of the room in his heels.”
― Vicktor Alexander, A Very Tate Christmas

“There will be no purple-haired feminists during the coming food famine. Soon, all women will find cattle ranchers to be the world's sexiest men.”
― Jarod Kintz, I design saxophone music in blocks, like Stonehenge

“I always knew it was horses that would bring you back.”
― Lacy Chantell, Wild Heart

“We are duck farmers. We are The Overlooked. The most glamorous type of farmer is the cattle rancher, because they were made famous by cowboys. But people forget the humble duck farmer, and last time I checked, cows don’t lay eggs needed to bake superior cakes.”
― Jarod Kintz, World Farming Championship

“Sometimes the better part of wisdom was knowing when to stay and fight, and when to make a run for it instead.”
― Alena Mentink, A Choice of Love: A Christian Historical Novel With Cowboy Hero and Found Family

“Seriously? A tool belt? Carley swallowed as she watched Knox hook the belt around his waist, then let it ride low on his hips. What was it about a guy wearing a tool belt that had her lady parts screaming that they needed to be hammered? Wait, bad choice of words. She meant that they were broken and needed to be fixed…with his tool…er…tools. He pulled his hammer from the loop on the side and held it up, almost as if reading her mind. “Do you have something you need me to nail?â€� A laugh burst out of her. Whether it was nerves or that his comment was just too cheesy, she couldn’t hold back the laughter. He lifted one shoulder as he offered her a sheepish grin. “That one was probably a little too much.â€� “But you did get me to laugh.â€� “One mission down, one to go.â€� “You still think you’re gonna earn that kiss?â€� His lips curved into a slow sexy smile. “I’m still gonna try.”
― Jennie Marts, Every Bit a Cowboy

“The man was seriously sexy. His shirtsleeves hugged the solid muscles of his biceps, and his forearms flexed and corded as he pounded nails into the wall and hung her pictures. She wasn’t normally this affected by a man. Heck, she was around men all the time, but none of them had her heart pounding like a jackhammer in her chest or her libido on DEFCON 1 alert every time she was within a foot of them.”
― Jennie Marts, Every Bit a Cowboy

“Spanish is the lovinâ€� tongue,
Soft as music, light as spray.
’Twas a girl I learnt it from,
Livin� down Sonora way.
I don’t look much like a lover,
Yet I say her love words over,
Often when I’m all alone�
“Mi amor, mi corazon.�

Nights when she knew where I’d ride,
She would listen for my spurs,
Throw the big door open wide,
Raise them laughin� eyes of hers.
And my heart would nigh stop beatin'
When I heard her tender greeting,
Whispered soft for me alone�
“Mi amor! mi corazon!�

Moonlight in the patio,
Old señora noddin� near,
Me and Juana talkin� low
So the Madre couldn’t hear�
How those hours would go a-flyin�!
And too soon I’d hear her sighin�
In her little sorry tone�
“Adios, mi corazon!�

But one time I had to fly
For a foolish gamblin� fight,
And we said a swift goodbye
In that black, unlucky night.
When I’d loosed her arms from clingin�
With her words the hoofs kep� ringin�
As I galloped north alone�
“Adios, mi corazon!�

Never seen her since that night.
I kaint cross the Line, you know.
She was Mex and I was white;
Like as not, it’s better so.
Yet I’ve always sort of missed her
Since that last, wild night I kissed her,
Left her heart and lost my own�
“Adios, mi corazon!”
― Charles Badger Clark, Sun and Saddle Leather

“The Man from Nepal who sings like a Cowboy, and he reminds me of Johnny Cash. Ladies and Gentleman please put your hands together for Arthur Gunn (Dibesh Pokharel).”
― Avijeet Das

“To watch him sit a horse was better than hearing music. Every motion did easy. He and his animal were one graceful entity, as though they'd not been asked to work, but to waltz.”
― Robert Newton Peck, Cowboy Ghost

“Inside the saloon, a band of plump, middle-aged gentlemen in Stetson hats and leather jackets crooned about an Ibaloi girl from Bahong.

Like the roses of Bahong
Ambrosial and winsome
If they uproot it and bring it to Manila
They will kill it

They sang in mellow, baritone voices.”
― John Pucay, Karinderya Love Songs

“Nous illustrons la soif de liberté, l'individualisme, la bougeotte et nous nous retrouvons aujourd'hui comme ces porteurs d'une industrie associé aux hamburgers, blue-jeans et Marlboro. D'un côté, il y a les éleveurs, les cow-boys professionnels, les Indiens, les bergers, qui luttent pour préserver leur mode de vie. De l'autre, les ranches pour 'dudes' et les magasins d'articles western pour touristes, qui prospèrent sur une image qu'ils contribuent à détruire. Nous faisons nos courses au Walmart du coin, le touriste ira compléter son déguisement de parfait cow-boy dans les magasins chic du centre-ville. Le tourisme ne peut pas sauver les cultures en voie de disparition. Au contraire, il les stérilise et les expédie dans les archives folkloriques.”
― Pascal Wick, Journal d'un berger nomade

“Home. The word touched a chord in Matt's heart. He hadn't attached that word to any particular place in over ten years, but now he yearned to have something solid to tie himself to. To cling to even in life's fiercest storms, like now.”
― Alena Mentink, A Choice of Love: A Christian Historical Novel With Cowboy Hero and Found Family

“Summers, I dig fire breaks and set controlled burns. Winters, I stay with my parents and I work on their dude ranch."
"You're a firefighter half the time and a cowboy half the time?" I ask.
"You're half the Village people all by yourself."
"That'll look good on my resume, " he says.”
― Roxie Noir, Torch

“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.”
― Frederic Bean, Santa Fe Showdown