'least

ASH / lights the fire with his Zippo lighter and huddles near the flame for warmth. / ASH / 'least I won't freeze to death.

“Who’s playin’ here tonight?” Jack asked. / “The Rusty Cadillacs. They’re real good. ’Least I like ’em.” […] Everybody down here recognizes the first three notes of ‘Faded Love.’ ’Least the older folks do.” […] Think I’m feelin’ better somewhat, ’least tonight I am.

Murtaugh regards the body a moment. / MURTAUGH / 'Least he's no one's slave now.

She didn’t seem to want me much, either. ’Least she didn’t throw me off no ladder.

“[…] You get a call, you go out, ask some questions, figure out why. Sometimes it’s easy. Guy robs a convenience store, shot the clerk.” Sam scratched his head. “Actually, don’t think we’ve had one of those around here. ’Least not while I was on the job. But that’s just a fer instance.[…]”