Journal #2 -Their Eyes Were Watching God Ch. 2-4

Dialect Rules of a Texan

1. No matter the gender, race, or age every greeting is the same, "howdy partner"
2. If the word is over three syllables in length, it must be mispronounced
3. common terms for a sudden realization include: "shucks", "shoot", and "Well I'll be"
4. you guys or you all becomes y'all, you becomes ya
5. If one is thankful for something, they express their gratitude by praising baby Jesus
6. If a word ends in an "s", two more are added to the end to emphasize the hissing drawl
7. A good Texan always makes an obscure reference or comparison to something that only another rowdy redneck could understand or relate to.(ex. "Tighter than bark on a tree" = stingy person)
8. anything that ends in -ing becomes in'
9. possessive and contractible apostrophes do not exist

structure from pg. 30

"Sam, is ya 'sleep?" asked Darryl who was staring out into the night sky.
"If I was, you done woke me up hollerin and all!" said Sam indignantly. He'd been in an irritable mood since he lost the poker game earlier in the day.
"I been thinkin'," said Darryl almost sounding as if he were in a trance, "bout you and me."
"Shoot, Darryl, get on with it already!" said Sam impatiently. "You be mighty self-righteous considerin' you ain't nuttin but a ranch hand."
"Well what in Sam Hill is that supposed to mean?" said Darryl sounding hurt and angry at the same time.
"It means ya been acting like a proud peacock ever since I known ya, and ya ain't got no reason for it, said Sam flaring up with spite, You may be from a rich lot over in Dallas, but ya ain't nothin' special in these parts."
"You didn't mention that when you was beggin that I buy you that Winchester repeatin' rifle." Darryl retorted, his face growing redder by the second.
"I figured that you'd appreciate havin' that extra protection, seein that you can't shoot no more than a hog can swim." said Sam with a sly grin stretching across his face.
"Yeah, well what if I done run away and take the rifle 'long with me?"  Darryl had planted the seeds of mistrust in Sam's head.  It frightened Sam greatly, the thought of being out on open fields with no protection from bandits or natives, but he wouldn't let his face show it.
"Shucks, Darryl, I am mighty tired. I ain't gonna talk nonsense with ya no more.  Ain't a lot a folks that would trust ya, specially if Mr. Jones gets word out that one of his hands deserted his post."