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Sharp's Gun Serenade
Sharp's Gun Serenade
Sharp's Gun Serenade
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Sharp's Gun Serenade

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Breckenridge sets out to save a young man from himself. Nobody could be better suited for such a sensitive task than Breckenridge.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 3, 2015
ISBN9781633849006
Sharp's Gun Serenade

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    In this short western comedy Elkins and co set out to stop a heartbroken man from killing himself.Not the funniest tale featuring Elkins but engaging nonetheless.

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Sharp's Gun Serenade - Robert E. Howard

Sharp's Gun Serenade

by Robert E. Howard

©2015 Wilder Publications

All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission except for brief quotations for review purposes only.

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Sharp's Gun Serenade

I was heading for War Paint, jogging along easy and comfortable, when I seen a galoot coming up the trail in a cloud of dust, jest aburning the breeze. He didn't stop to pass the time of day. He went past me so fast Cap'n Kidd missed the snap he made at his hoss, which shows he was sure hightailing it. I recognized him as Jack Sprague, a young waddy which worked on a spread not far from War Paint. His face was pale and sot in a look of desprut resolution, like a man which has jest bet his pants on a pair of deuces, and he had a rope in his hand though I couldn't see nothing he might be aiming to lasso. He went fogging on up the trail into the mountains and I looked back to see if I could see the posse. Because about the only time a outlander ever heads for the high Humbolts is when he's about three jumps and a low whoop ahead of a necktie party.

I seen another cloud of dust, all right, but it warn't big enough for more'n one man, and purty soon I seen it was Bill Glanton of War Paint. But that was good enough reason for Sprague's haste, if Bill was on the prod. Glanton is from Texas, original, and whilst he is a sentimental cuss in repose he's a ring-tailed whizzer with star-spangled wheels when his feelings is ruffled. And his feelings is ruffled tolerable easy.

As soon as he seen me he yelled, Where'd he go?

Who? I says. Us Humbolt folks ain't overflowing with casual

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