human
Why should I mind? Who am I any good to, I should like to know? What right have I to live any more? None! I'm ready. I've faced it night and day these four years, and not for nothing--not to flinch now it's here!... And hasn't my life been gay enough, and wild enough, and long enough?... I said I'd die in the bush, and so I will--here, on these blessed old ranges. But stop! I didn't mean to be shot by a mate--I didn't mean that. A mate? A traitor! What shall we do with him?
gpt
What have I done with him?