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War on Bear Creek
War on Bear Creek
War on Bear Creek
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Robert Ervin Howard (January 22, 1906 - June 11, 1936) was an American author who wrote pulp fiction in a diverse range of genres. He is well known for his character Conan the Barbarian and is regarded as the father of the sword and sorcery subgenre. This is one of his western stories.
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Release dateApr 28, 2014
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    War on Bear Creek - Robert E. Howard

    War on Bear Creek

    by Robert E. Howard

    Start Publishing LLC

    Copyright © 2012 by Start Publishing LLC

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    First Start Publishing eBook edition January 2014

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    ISBN 978-1-60977-940-5

    Pap dug the nineteenth buckshot out of my shoulder and said, Pigs is more disturbin' to the peace of a community than scandal, divorce, and corn licker put together. And, says pap, pausing to strop his bowie on my scalp where the hair was all burnt off, when the pig is a razorback hawg, and is mixed up with a lady schoolteacher, a English tenderfoot, and a passle of bloodthirsty relatives, the result is appallin' for a peaceable man to behold. Hold still till John gits yore ear sewed back on.

    Pap was right. I warn't to blame for what happened. Breaking Joel Gordon's laig was a mistake, and Erath Elkins is a liar when he says I caved in them five ribs of his'n plumb on purpose. If Uncle Jeppard Grimes had been tending to his own business he wouldn't have got the seat of his britches filled with bird-shot, and I don't figger it was my fault that cousin Bill Kirby's cabin got burned down. And I don't take no blame for Jim Gordon's ear which Jack Grimes shot off, neither. I figger everybody was more to blame than I was, and I stand ready to wipe up the earth with anybody which disagrees with me.

    But it was that derned razorback hawg of Uncle Jeppard Grimes' which started the whole mess.

    It begun when that there tenderfoot come riding up the trail with Tunk Willoughby, from War Paint. Tunk ain't got no more sense than the law allows, but he shore showed good jedgement that time, because having delivered his charge to his destination, he

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