Ever see a old four-horse teamster's hands?
They look like claws they're that crippled an' twisted." "Things weren't like that in the old days when our folks crossed the plains," she answered.

"They might a-got their fingers twisted, but they owned the best goin' in the way of horses and such." "Sure.

They worked for themselves.

They twisted their fingers for themselves.

But I'm twistin' my fingers for my boss.