1932 Z. Grey Robbers’ Roost 209: When he made the divvy hyar he give me his share of thet sixteen thousand.at divvy, n.1
1932 Z. Grey Robbers’ Roost 158: Hank shore is a queer duck, takin’ up with strangers like he does.at duck, n.1
1932 Z. Grey Robbers’ Roost 22: He’s a gun-thrower himself [...] He’s done for I don’t know how many ambitious-to-be-killers. [Ibid.] 82: Both Slocum and Lincoln are sort of touchy about gun-throwing, aren’t they?at gun-thrower (n.) under gun, n.1
1932 Z. Grey Robbers’ Roost 142: I’m only a wandering rider—a gunslinger and—a member of a gang of robbers.at gun-slinger, n.
1932 Z. Grey Robbers’ Roost 9: Wal now, whatinhell is this fussy old geezer about?at what in hell...?, phr.
1932 Z. Grey Robbers’ Roost 144: ‘Now, boss, there’re the cards face down, an’ you can like them or lump them.’ ‘I’m lumpin’ them, Smoky Slocum … .’.at like it or lump it (v.) under lump, v.1
1932 Z. Grey Robbers’ Roost 236: Say, it’s you who’ll shet his trap [...] Or you’ll git a dose of medicine.at medicine, n.
1932 Z. Grey Robbers’ Roost 106: She said: ‘So Bernie Herrick sent a desperado to be my escort? How perfectly rippin!’.at ripping, adj.
1932 Z. Grey Robbers’ Roost 231: Hays, that’s your last morning’s stretch . . . Before this day’s done you’ll stretch forever!at stretch, v.