Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

The Road to Bear Creek
The Road to Bear Creek
The Road to Bear Creek
Ebook22 pages21 minutes

The Road to Bear Creek

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

4/5

()

Read preview

About this ebook

Breckenridge’s pap sends him in to War Paint to pick up his long lost uncle. Always obliging, Breckenridge does as he’s told—in a way only Breckenridge can.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 3, 2015
ISBN9781633849082
The Road to Bear Creek

Read more from Robert E. Howard

Related to The Road to Bear Creek

Related ebooks

Classics For You

View More

Related articles

Related categories

Reviews for The Road to Bear Creek

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
4/5

1 rating1 review

What did you think?

Tap to rate

Review must be at least 10 words

  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Breckinridge Elkins returns in this short western story. Not for the first time, he's sent on an unclear yet supposedly simple task on behalf of his father.Madness and mayhem ensue in another violent comedy by the Great Robert E. Howard.

Book preview

The Road to Bear Creek - Robert E. Howard

The Road to Bear Creek

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.

Wilder Publications, Inc.

PO Box 632

Floyd, VA 24091-0632

ISBN 13: 978-1-63384-908-2

The Road to Bear Creek

When Pap gets rheumatism, he gets remorseful. I remember one time particular. He says to me--him laying on his ba'r-skin with a jug of corn licker at his elbow--he says: "Breckinridge, the sins of my youth is ridin' my conscience heavy. When I was a young man I was free and keerless in my habits, as numerous tombstones on the boundless prairies testifies. I sometimes wonders if I warn't a trifle hasty in shootin' some of the men which disagreed with my principles. Maybe I should of controlled my temper and just chawed their ears off.

Take Uncle Esau Grimes, for instance. And then pap hove a sigh like a bull, and took a drink, and said: I ain't seen Uncle Esau for years. Me and him parted with harsh words and gun-smoke. I've often wondered if he still holds a grudge against me for plantin' that charge of buckshot in his hind laig.

What about Uncle Esau? I said.

Pap perjuiced a letter and said: "He was brung to my mind by this here letter which Jib Braxton fotched me from War Paint. It's from my sister Elizabeth, back in Devilville, Arizona, whar Uncle Esau lives. She says Uncle Esau is on his way to Californy, and is due to pass through War Paint

Enjoying the preview?
Page 1 of 1