Robert Ervin Howard

Red Nails Robert Ervin Howard

The woman on the horse reined in her weary steed. It stood with its legs widebraced, its head drooping, as if it found even the weight of the gold-tassled, red-leatherbridle too heavy. The woman drew a booted foot out of the silver stirrup and swungdown from the gilt-worked saddle. She made the reins fast to the fork of a sapling, andturned about, hands on her hips, to survey her surroundings