human
See anything?
gpt
Nothing's moved for a couple of hours. Do you think they've gone?
human
No, I don't, Winterson declared.
gpt
They don't like hot lead and they aren't going to expose themselves to it. They're out in the brush cooking up some new kind of deviltry. When they get it cooked, they'll serve it to us.
human
They might try something, but I doubt it. There's some heathenish nonsense about their having to die in the daylight so they can see their way to the spirit land. But--and I'll bet on it--we haven't seen the last of them. Think one of us should try slipping out to Camp Axton tonight?
gpt
It's a pretty long chance, what with so many of them being out there. We can hang on for one more day. The day after tomorrow's the fifteenth, and the chaplain and some soldiers are coming from Axton anyway. No sense in being foolish if we don't have to.
human
That makes sense, Winterson conceded.
gpt
Well, I'll go rest my eyes on some of your scenery again. Might get a shot.