human
Then came the day when he stepped to the door and saw that Mexican _primo_ hugging her, and he swore to me that all in a flash he was so wild with anger and jealousy he didn't know what he was doin' until he heard the report and the man dropped dead--that he didn't remember drawin' or takin' aim, or anything but just wantin' to kill. When he cooled down and realized what he had done he was in a regular panic. If he gave himself up the facts about the wedding would have to come out, in order to protect Amada, and then his father would roar, and probably cast him off if he wouldn't give her up, and if he escaped conviction for the murder the _primo's_ relatives would be dead sure to get even with him. The only way he could see out of it was to hide the body and skip. The man who was with him--a cow-boy they had just hired who had come out of the mountains to make a stake so he could go prospectin' again--Bill Frank was his name, and I told him yes, I knew him--well, this man offered to see him out for the stake he'd expected to have to work some time for, and as Will had some money in his clothes they made the bargain and skipped. They changed the clothing and carried the body in their wagon up to the White Sands and buried it. It was them that held you up, Tom, that night last spring, and it was Will Whittaker, in the Mexican's duds, that you thought was a Mexican, who slunk around in the bushes and held the gun on you part of the time. They had the Mexican's body in the wagon and they didn't mean to allow any curiosity about it or about their business, and you'd have dropped dead in your tracks if you'd shown any.
gpt
I knew that very well all the time I was with 'em,