Crocked

Crocked, but not a cheerleader like you know who ... likes to "talk to clapping."

Fightin' Cock Flyer Michael Caddell 2006

Crocked, but not a cheerleader like you know who ... likes to "talk to clapping."

Archive 2006-10-01 Michael Caddell 2006

Declaring that he was feeling “dog-tired,” Crocked: took his leave soon afterwards—though not before we had resolved upon a course of action.

Nevermore Harold Schechter 1999

No sooner had I done so, however, than Muddy re-appeared at my door and announced that Colonel Crocked: had arrived and was eager to see me.

Nevermore Harold Schechter 1999

As I vainly attempted to elevate myself from the floor—which appeared to be rocking in a most singular manner, not unlike the deck of a storm-tossed vessel—I became aware that Crocked; had risen from his seat and was looming directly above me, one hand out-stretched in my direction.

Nevermore Harold Schechter 1999

“Indeed, Colonel Crocked,” I replied as the frontiersman walked back to the elbow chair and reseated himself upon it.

Nevermore Harold Schechter 1999

It was Crocked: who initiated our discussion by inquiring about my urgent interruption of his conversation with Muddy.

Nevermore Harold Schechter 1999

“Why,” exclaimed Crocked, “they was all about you!”

Nevermore Harold Schechter 1999

Then, in a voice so sweetly ingenuous that it might have emanated from an angel, she inquired, “Are you really the famous Colonel Crocked:—the same one that Eddie was saying such terrible things about at dinnertime?”

Nevermore Harold Schechter 1999

Rising swiftly from his place, Crocked: stepped behind my chair and peered over my shoulder, “Slow down, Cricket,” he said.

Nevermore Harold Schechter 1999