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Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 132: First time I see you you’re outside a brothel [...] trying to fight off a man with an Arkansas toothpick.at Arkansas toothpick (n.) under Arkansas, adj.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 132: First time I see you you’re outside a brothel [...] trying to fight off a man with an Arkansas toothpick. Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 136: The role of boot-licking gun-thrower didn’t fit Jess Crowly.at bootlicking (adj.) under bootlick, v.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 72: Will fifty thousan’ take care o’ you?at take care of, v.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 123: Gun loaded and ready, Tune was cocked to go catfooting down the dim hall.at cat-foot, v.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 33: Called you a thief in Ricke Quentin’s last night. A low-down, sneakin’, yellow-bellied chicken thief!at chicken thief (n.) under chicken, n.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 108: You’re a cooked goose, boy.at cook someone’s goose, v.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 136: Had Jess Crowly dropped Sheriff Tom Curry that night?at drop, v.3
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 132: You’re dashin’ out into a desert with half the scum of the town foggin’ after you.at fog, v.1
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 135: A hired gun-slammer in the employ of Stokes?at gun-slinger, n.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 100: The outfit these gun dogs were pledged to smash.at gun dog (n.) under gun, n.1
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 120: The sudden remembrance of the cackling Cibecue, the unguessed placement of the gun fighter’s whereabouts.at gun-fighter (n.) under gun, n.1
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 136: The role of boot-licking gun-thrower didn’t fit Jess Crowly.at gun-thrower (n.) under gun, n.1
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 20: This man was a gun boss and both of them knew it.at gun boss (n.) under gun, n.1
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 140: This ranch can’t afford to hire drifting gunslicks.at gunslick (n.) under gun, n.1
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 21: The hasher came back in with his dinner.at hasher, n.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 91: Jess would daub them from hell to breakfast.at from hell to breakfast under hell, n.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 103: I come out here hunting for a hellbending sheriff-killer, and all I can find is a goddam windbag!at hell-bending (adj.) under hell, n.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 72: Tell those highbinders to get those bonds in the mail right away.at highbinder, n.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 37: Better unpin yo’ hopes from these driftehs an’ hitch yo’ wagon to a man what will stick—to me.at hitch teams (v.) under hitch (up), v.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 31: Better haul up yo’ jaw an’ do a little thinkin’.at hold one’s jaw (v.) under jaw, n.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 124: Tune the leather-slapper, the gunsmoke king of corpse-makers!at leather, n.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 34: I’m afraid someone’s been loadin’ you, Lou.at load, v.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 110: You wasn’t cut out for an owlhooter, boy. [Ibid.] 129: An owlhooter’s got to keep his wits about him.at owl-hooter (n.) under owl, n.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 103: There’s no good reason when any man should worry what appens to the rat-pack you’ve brought in here with you, but any time you want to make this thing less messy, just get on your feet and we’ll slug it out between us.at rat pack, n.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 13: If there’s trouble loose here soft-pedalling won’t stop it.at soft pedal (v.) under soft, adj.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 24: A kid in three-cornered pants would know better’n let this guy git in gunshot of ’im!at three-cornered (adj.) under three, adj.
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 99: That blue-eyed tidbit belongs to me.at tit-bit (n.) under tit, n.1
Breed of the Chaparral (1949) 52: I should hate to see you packin’ your warbag [...] More than one can play at this flip-and-shoot business.at warbag, n.
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