human
Seems to me you're forgettin' that gal brought us our luck, the Kid suggested impulsively.
gpt
You were ther' when we handed her the----
human
Death's-head, laughed Beasley. Then his face hardened.
gpt
Tcha! he cried with some heat.
human
You make me sick. I told you then, as I tell you now, it was that storm brought us our luck, an' it brought us our Jonah with it. If you'd got a cent's worth of grit that gal 'ud go. We don't wish her harm. I ain't one to wish a gal harm. But go she must if we want to be quit of trouble. Still, I'm on'y just sayin' what I feel. It don't matter a heap. Ther's the sheriff comin' along to grab some one for murder. Maybe he'll chase up a few other rackets to fill in his time. It's things of that nature do matter. He's got to git some one. Maybe it's some one in the hills. Maybe it ain't. Maybe--wal, I sure do hope it ain't--the Padre.