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A Gent From Bear Creek

Auhtor: Robert Ervin Howard

Language: english
Published: 1937

Genres:

fiction,  westerns
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Review by O. Brown, January 2005


Rating: (***)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'A Gent From Bear Creek':

... no encouragement. But you made me so mad awhile ago, I went back to the cabin, and I marched right up to him, and I says: 'Mister Wilkinson, did you ...
... and he turned a somersault into the ropes. Yore man's fightin' foul! he squalled, and Kirby said: Yo're crazy! Do you see this gun? You holler 'foul' ...
... into his belly. Off with them pants! I hollered. My God! he screamed. Again? This is getting to be a habit! Hustle! I bellered. You can ...
... and sudden, but Donovan had me covered with that cussed shotgun. Git on that hoss and ride him over to our camp, Red, says Donovan, to a big red-headed ...
... me so I jumped and nearly shot him. He had something in his hand and was waving it around. See here? he hollered so loud his voice cracked. I found ...
... holler tree ain't no bank. I know it, he growled, combing the pine-needles out of his whiskers. When I come here early this mornin' to see if it ...
... air you? I come back at him. I'm Bill Ormond, sheriff of Wampum, he says. That's who! And he showed me a star onto his shirt. Oh, I says. ...
... 'lowed it would be all right for me to stay the night, and he showed me a corral to put Cap'n Kidd in, and hauled out some hay for him. We got to be ...
... stood in helpless rage. Give my regards to yore War Paint sweetheart, Breckinridge! she called back over her shoulder. Soon as you remember what her ...
... three miles west of Gunstock. I didn't pay no attention to his remarks, because my head was in a whirl. A posse! Of course the sheriff and his men ...
... my rights! He's got to pay me three hundred and fifty dollars for my mule! Aw, heck, I said, that mule ain't hurt none his laig's jest kinda ...
... go back and get their hosses and pull out, jest like they was planning, and they had stuff in the cave, so that's the place to look for 'em. I hoped they ...
... arms and laigs with pieces of my lariat, and taken his weppins which was most surprising arms for a circuit rider. His pistols had the triggers out ...
... and his cussing was terrible to hear. If you-all had acted like white men, I gritted, we'd of give you a share in that there mine. What the hell ...
... everybody along the road to fort theirselves in their cabins. Well, says Esau, when he says that, sech men as was left in town got their hosses and ...
... grabbing hold of the stage as I clumb into the seat. To War Paint, first, I says, where I gits me some new clothes and a good gentle hoss for you to ...
... shootin' at it. Oh, quite! he agreed absently, and started talking to Miss Margaret again. So I picked up the elerfant gun which he'd absent-mindedly ...
... to bring him to, and I said to the bar-keep, I ain't got no money to pay for what me and Cap'n Kidd et, but I'll be headin' for War Paint late ...
... a time provin' it, says he, and turnt around and walked around towards the other end of the jail with his shotgun under his arm. Well, I dunno how long ...
... onto his feet and waving a enormous fist under his snoot, if you values yore immortal soul, speak up and tell where I was all last night! Drinkin' ...