dad-blasted

The kids are out of school, Mom is out of get-up-and-go, Dad is out of work.

"Here's my authority, yuh blasted runt," he yelled, and jerked his six-shooter to a level with the policeman's breast.

"Dad and Hans Rutter, as you know, weren't the sort of men to sit around and mourn over anything like that," she laughed.

When I told dad, sez I, 'Dad, did ever yer hear sech a thing uz gittin' up afore light to feed stock?'

He was one of Dad's tenants, a big purple-faced man, who drank a lot and never took much exercise.

Why, I coaxed even dad over to camp once and I've always wanted Helena to go.