Me and him might could be buddies.

Sources: Yarbrough, Steve. 1996. S,v.1996. 'Angel, Hold Your Horses' in The Southern Review 32:2. arbrough (author is from MS) Full Context: and stack them in the cabinet. If Walter tried to help, Luke would say, " Aw, hell, Walter, you're company. Go on out there and play. Hit some fly balls, why don't you, and in a minute or two I'll come out and pitch you a few. " # At first, Walter's face would go slack when Luke acted nice toward him, but in no time he began to buy it. # " He's not so bad, " Walter said. " Me and him might could be buddies. " # Luke quit throwing balls past him, he eased up on his pitches, let Walter lay the bat on the ball. # " You're getting the knack of it, " Luke would say when Walter knocked one into the field across the road. " Hey, that's the way. " # It was not as long as you might think before I understood that whatever else might come of it, one product of my going to the feed shed with Luke