Lobo: King of the Currumpaw Valley
In the late 1800's, wolves were hated by many people, especially ranchers. wolves were being hunted by the numbers since they had turned to killing cattle, sheep, and pigs to survive. many even poisoned the wolves with strychnine-tainted meat.
Let It Be, Ch 2
At first, the morning started out at a quick-but-manageable pace, but it quickly grew into a frenzy just before lunch as the ranchers from outside of town brought their promised dozen livestock.
Tales From the Dust District
Pierre eyed the bundle in the rancher's arms. "just six?" "it'd be a blessing." "alright. don't' go crumbling my crust and leave me here to mold like last time, turner."
"Dog Sitting Gone...Horses?" - Story by Kaz
The house was large, and modern as the rancher had said. nothing like the ranches you'd see in movies.
(Dream Journal) Have You Seen Zack?
All feline soulbonds of mine and slime rancher original characters. "oh-oh god!" i thought to myself as for some reason i did not want them to see me. i tried to avoid them, but they took notice. "hiya rachel!"
A Worthwhile Risk
Maybe he really should just go see what the rancher had to say. maybe it wasn't all bad.
Cottontail
#5 of slime rancher 5609 words something i thought would be fun for the lunar new year, and something to kick myself back into proper writing gear.
At Winter's End
In fact, the rancher seemed pleased at his initiative, often praising his willingness to get up before dawn to exercise the horses.
The Mother Lode Saloon: Introduction - Prompt #7 of the Writing Prompt Group
Every mining related boom town needs at least one saloon and house of i'll repute where hard working miners, ranchers and the merchants and tradesmen who support them can go to let off a little steam and have a good time. gold bar is no exception.
A Dragon In Suburbia, Part 2: Nixi's Favorite Toy
After finishing, the male on top rested a moment, trying to catch his breath as the two ranchers joked amongst themselves.
One Winter Night
For years the rancher took care of the little cemetery under the old elm tree, he did it in memory of his old friend and the other friends who had shared his life.
Pete's Dragon
rancher's yelps, though enduring, weren't as high or 'precarious' as prior... getting used to him, it appeared, but the dogmatic dog knew just how to counter.