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Whichaway (1967) 64: You’ve got my underwear, your B.V.D.’s.at B.V.D.s, n.
Whichaway (1967) 64: You’ve got my underwear, your B.V.D.’s. Whichaway (1967) 62: Goin’ like Billy-be-danged I ride right smack b’tween a positive an’ a negative.at Billy-be-damned, n.
Whichaway (1967) 10: Beans said it sure as blue blazes was.at blue blazes (n.) under blue, adj.5
Whichaway (1967) 45: Each blow sent a bolt of agony through his whole body and almost knocked him cattywampus.at catawampus, adj.
Whichaway (1967) 60: Twenty-five years ago, Beans was a dashing young cowpuncher.at cow-puncher, n.
Whichaway (1967) 39: The old gent was mad as a hatter. They all were, he understood — this cuckoo, vanishing breed.at cuckoo, adj.
Whichaway (1967) 81: my druthers — my choice.at druthers, n.
Whichaway (1967) 61: I forks up my hoss an’ lights out like I was fightin’ bees.at fork, v.1
Whichaway (1967) 16: We sure haven’t done a hoot to be proud of.at hoot, n.2
Whichaway (1967) 7: You’re an ugly, slobbery, old mill rider’s kack.at kack, n.2
Whichaway (1967) 1: Beans was a sawed-off old gent.at sawed-off, adj.
Whichaway (1967) 54: What a rannicaboo!at rannygazoo, n.
Whichaway (1967) 60: Whenever he thought about Beans’ story [...] he had to laugh. It was a ringtail snorter. It was a double-barrelled whopper.at ringtailed snorter, n.
Whichaway (1967) 63: Anyone laid a hand on me an’ he was shocked flat-bang on his seater!at seater, n.
Whichaway (1967) 6: [of Arizona] Its glorious, wild-and-woolly, shoot-’em-up past.at shoot-’em-up (n.) under shoot, v.
Whichaway (1967) 56: The boy sat rigid, scared to his very spizzerinctum.at spizzerinktum, n.
Whichaway (1967) 22: Sure they’d vamoose while the vamoosing was good.at vamoosing, n.
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