human
Tell me about everythin', suggested Johnny.
gpt
How'd you come to ride south?
human
Kid, said Hopalong,
gpt
Moodily silent for a moment, he slowly continued.
human
Kid, I've lost Mary, an' William, Junior. Fever took 'em in four days, an' never even touched _me_! I'm all alone. Either you move up north, or I stay with you till I die. An' if I do that I'll miss Red an' th' others like th' devil. I'm goin' to have a good look at that Bar-H, that you chased them thieves off of. Montanny is too far north, an' I'm feelin' th' winters too hard. An' it's gettin' settled too fast, an' bein' ploughed up more every year. But all of this can wait: what's goin' on down here that I don't know?