human
Omas, I do not wish you to leave us,
gpt
No danger--walk towards the rising sun--need not walk fast--Iroquois won't hurt--soon be safe.
human
A while ago we heard the noise of a gun; our people are fleeing through the woods, and the red men are following them. Alice is tired, and we have stopped to rest. When we start again tomorrow, some of the red men will be ahead of us. What shall we do without our friend Omas?
gpt
He have gun.
human
So have the red men, and there are more of them.