“You gotta focus, li’l buddy,” Buck said. He got this deep voice with long hollow vowels, a meandering drawl that made his voice easy to hear but hard to pay attention to, at least for someone like Cody. Cody was on the lookout for excitement, not Buck’s burdensome plondering voice. All Cody heard was a dull-edged no, and he ignored it.
Cody got a drawl too. They both growed up together, so they got the same accent. But Cody’s was brighter, quicker, sparkling, all consonants tumbling head over heels like a chaotic waterfall.