human
The Padre, cried Joan.
gpt
They are a long way back.
human
God help him! cried Buck, through clenched teeth.
gpt
I can't. To wait fer him sure means riskin' you.
human
But---- Joan broke off and turned her face up to the canopy of smoke driving across them.
gpt
Rain! she cried, with a wild thrill of hope.
human
Rain--and in a deluge.