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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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The Haunted Mountain

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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The reason I despises tarantulas, stinging lizards, and hydrophobia skunks is because they reminds me so much of Aunt Lavaca, which my Uncle Jacob Grimes married in a absent-minded moment, when he was old enough to know better.

That-there woman's voice plumb puts my teeth on aidge, and it has the same effect on my horse, Cap'n Kidd, which don't generally shy at nothing less'n a rattlesnake. So when she stuck her head out of her cabin as I was riding by and yelled Breckinri-i-idge, Cap'n Kidd jumped straight up in the air, and then tried to buck me off.

Stop tormentin' that pore animal and come here, Aunt Lavaca commanded, whilst I was fighting for my life against Cap'n Kidd's spine-twisting sun-fishing. I never see such a cruel, worthless, no-good--

She kept right on yapping away until I finally wore him down and reined up alongside the cabin stoop and said: What you want, Aunt Lavaca?

She give me a scornful snort, and put her hands onto her hips and glared at me like I was something she