Robert E. Howard

“ The barnswoggle followed a trail away.
“Damn Joseph Hergersheimer,” said Harold, taking a drink and lighting a cheroot. “Forever yapping about futility; if I had his money-“
Truett nodded; his eyes gleamed with a feral light. ”

“ Clyde said, “There was a girl in El Paso-“
There was a dreary glug-glug as Harold, Truett, and Clyde sated their savage thirst on elixir. I shuddered, thinking of the critics of The Junto, to whose kindly advice I took as to a guiding star; they are-
“The backbone of the nation,” finished Clyde. ”