1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 247: When he lost his wife it broke him up; he let go all holts an’ went on the batter, drinkin’ an’ gamblin’ with a mighty hard crowd.at batter, n.3
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 76: An’ if he’d beefed yu it would ’a’ served yu right.at beef, v.2
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 89: An’ yu can bet yore Sunday shirt that Hope is ’bout the maddest town this side o’ the Rockies.at bet one’s buttons (v.) under bet, v.
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 167: No damn gang o’ cow-thieves can run a blazer on this crowd an’ get away with it.at run a blazer (on/over) (v.) under blazer, n.
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 21: Hell’s bells, I’d ’a’ give a stack o’ blues to ’a’ seen it.at blue, n.1
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 119: Foller my tracks, an’ if you feel like makin’ a break, just remember there’s a coupla chaps behind yu with orders to shoot.at make a break (v.) under break, n.2
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 56: His face was grim, and promised little mercy for the bushwhacker.at bushwhacker, n.1
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 70: I’ll feel a heap easier when he’s buzzard-meat.at buzzard-meat (n.) under buzzard, n.
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 118: What with the girl, Bart, an’ these fly-by-nights, I’m ’bout as welcome as a wet dawg in this neck o’ the woods.at fly-by-night, n.
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 215: There’s a fella here passin’ in his checks.at pass in one’s checks (v.) under check, n.1
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 232: Well, boys, yu better take an’ string me up for collarin’ my own coin.at collar, v.
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 164: Where the hell’s that no ’count nigger? [...] If he don’t rustle his pots an’ pans right speedy, I’ll shore comb his wool.at comb someone’s hair (v.) under comb, v.
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 120: ‘D’yu reckon yu could find a bottle o’ whiskey?’ [...] ‘Dutch courage, eh?’.at Dutch courage, n.
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 107: Now come an’ drown yore sorrows, yu old croaker.at croaker, n.1
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 104: ‘Seen any more o’ that chunky chap who got hisself put to sleep?’ ‘No, he’s drifted, I reckon.’.at drift, v.1
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 120: ‘D’yu reckon yu could find a bottle o’ whiskey?’ [...] ‘Dutch courage, eh?’.at eh?, phr.
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 113: Drop that gun, shuck off yore belt, an’ elevate yore paws.at elevate, v.2
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 62: When yu boys have fed yore faces yu can start for home.at feed one’s face, v.
1931 O. Strange Law O’ The Lariat 41: I just fade out, leavin’ no word, an’ yu take hold an’ run the ranch.at fade out, v.