1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 13: Perhaps his father was a stake-driver, maybe a barker; perhaps a hick sheriff.at barker, n.1
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 41: Hell, a man gets fed up bedding down these nigger gals all the time.at bed, v.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 75: I’m a son of a gun if it wasn’t licked off the deck before you could have said ‘Jump nigger!’.at before one can say ‘Jump Nigger’, phr.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 20: I cleaned out the bug-trap all right – it burnt to the ground, little red bugs all of them.at bug trap (n.) under bug, n.4
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 65: Flo was a damn nice kid. I wish she hadn’t gone and busted off like she did.at bust, v.1
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 70: Jesus, kid, don’t you see I’m busted on you for keeps [...] Gee, hon, I’m clean, honest to God busted on you for keeps.at busted on, adj.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 33: I don’t mind decent men, but I can’t stand to have those dirty buzzards roosting on me like that.at buzzard, n.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 13: Perhaps his father was a stake-driver, [...] maybe a red-necked clod hopper.at clodhopper, n.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 26: The women in this town run the men down. [Ibid.] 69: Say, kid, why did you start hustling? [...] What made you start running down men?at run down, v.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 40: I took a liking to the cutie first off.at first off under first, adj.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 20: I asked the bird for a flopping place for about four bits.at flopping, n.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 20: I feel the damn bugs beginning to crawl [...] When they got to biting in their stride I struck a match to the mattress and hoofed it downstairs.at hoof, v.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 41: Say, you know there was a red-hot high yellow bedded down.at red-hot, adj.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 64: I’ll show you some sure enough hot mommas what’s got the real stuff. Hell, I bet that Flo’d look like ten cents up side these babies.at look like ten cents (v.) under look like..., v.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 70: You’re the swellest little kid these old lookers ever looked at.at looker, n.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 40: Why ain’t you asking questions about getting out of here instead of fooling with the shemale?at she-male, n.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 64: Flo wasn’t one of those shotguns like Kitty or Rose what’d shoot off a lot of noise and smoke.at shoot off, v.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 13: Plunging into the bar, he poured five ponies of gin down his throat.at pony, n.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 46: Why don’t you take off all your clothes! You would get him quicker that way – you tin whore!at tin-pot, adj.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 35: ‘Be careful,’ Rose whispered [...] ‘she’s sleigh-riding.’.at sleighride, v.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 49: John found some cocaine and Sook soon quieted down a little. And later, after two or three snow-storms, she wouldn’t let anyone else touch Sheriff Jim.at snowstorm, n.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 40: When they do start in they sure God stuff their guts.at sure-God (adv.) under sure, adj.
1929 E. Caldwell Bastard (1963) 70: You’re the swellest little kid these old lookers ever looked at.at swell, adj.