Keister

― " […] The four hundred's yours to take a keister for me. Any cash you find in the box is yours." ― "Four hundred, huh? Don't seem like much. Think there'd be anything in the keister?"

Tripods, keister and loud talk don't make a pitchman any more than do fine feathers make fine birds.

Sometimes Mama was too busy to make the daily rounds of the draws and pockets, in which case she gave us the keister — an old leather satchel used, in its better days to carry the baby's "didies" in — and sent us to bring in the eggs.

Quick, keister this pot before the cops get here.