human
I ain't got a friend but my hawss an' gun, The last kin shoot an' the first kin run, An' I'm a rovin' son-of-a-gun, An' this is my night to howl.
gpt
He's a cool sort of a cuss, said Sam to Mormon.
human
I reckon he's a bad actor, but there's sure somethin' erbout the galoot I like. He ain't over fond of Plimsoll, that's a sure thing, if he is workin' fo' him. Wonder why?
gpt
They tell me, replied Mormon,
human
Uh-huh! He w'udn't go round pickin' a scrap with Roarin' Russell on their account, fer instance?