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Trails Plowed Under 179: I’m clothed from heel to chin in clothes grimed with sweat and alkali dust; but bein’ civilized, I’m forced to stand it.at alkali, n.
Trails Plowed Under 179: I’m clothed from heel to chin in clothes grimed with sweat and alkali dust; but bein’ civilized, I’m forced to stand it. Trails Plowed Under 63: Me and Murphy’s batchin’ together.at bach (it), v.
Trails Plowed Under 50: Barrin’ bein’ covered with blood an’ the bark peeled off me in places where Mister Bull drags me, I’m all right.at bark, n.1
Trails Plowed Under 129: I eat raw sow bosom.at sow-belly, n.
Trails Plowed Under 159: They were forced to use a ‘bitch,’ which was a tin cup filled with bacon grease and a twisted rag wick. It didn’t only give light—it gave its owners a smell like a New England dinner.at bitch, n.2
Trails Plowed Under 31: Me and a friend drops into a booze parlor. [Ibid.] 175: The owner of this booze joint.at booze crib (n.) under booze, n.
Trails Plowed Under 110: Since that old bug-eater snared the first cayuse, his descendants have been climbin’, an’ the hoss has been with ’em.at bug-eater (n.) under bug, n.4
Trails Plowed Under 6: ‘Neighbor, you’re a long way from your range.’ ‘You call the turn,’ says I, ‘but how did you read my iron?’ ‘I didn’t see a burn on you,’ says he, ‘an’ from looks, you’ll go as a slick-ear.’.at call the turn (v.) under call, v.
Trails Plowed Under 71: Ye know ye can’t tell what an Injun’s got for a hole-card by readin’ his countenance; winner or loser he looks the same.at hole card, n.
Trails Plowed Under 147: Several times in my life I’ve been close to the cash in.at cash-in, n.
Trails Plowed Under 129: A tin plate loaded with stew and bannocks, with hot tea for a chaser.at chaser, n.1
Trails Plowed Under 55: I get a little of that conversation fluid in me.at conversation fluid (n.) under conversation, n.
Trails Plowed Under 14: I guess the dust’s ours.at dust, n.
Trails Plowed Under 149: If you’ll lead me to a thirst parlor [...] I’ll buy somethin’ and you’re in on it.at thirst factory, n.
Trails Plowed Under 5: The minute I hit the burg, I shed my cow garments an’ get into white man’s harness. A hard hat, boiled shirt, laced shoes.at harness, n.
Trails Plowed Under 85: But we’re all peaceful enough till the sport that runs this hog-ranch objects to the noise I’m makin’.at hog ranch (n.) under hog, n.
Trails Plowed Under 69: This Murphy ain’t no real Mormon. He’s what we’d call a jack-Mormon.at jack Mormon, n.
Trails Plowed Under 147: We leave this joy parlor arm-in-arm and visit a friend of mine who owns a livery stable.at joy joint (n.) under joy, n.
Trails Plowed Under 197: Just lookin’ at you scared me loose.at loose, adj.
Trails Plowed Under 147: We are leanin’ over the mahogany in a joint in Los Gatos.at mahogany, n.
Trails Plowed Under 48: Barrin’ a bundle o’ robes Bad Meat grabs when we’re quittin’ the camp it’s a Mexican stand-off, which means gettin’ away alive.at Mexican standoff (n.) under Mexican, adj.
Trails Plowed Under 65: He wears long moss on his chin.at moss, n.
Trails Plowed Under 6: How did you read my iron?at read, v.
Trails Plowed Under 65: Two or three of these Reubens would be easy for him.at reuben, n.
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