human
You shot him, did yuh? Marthy's voice was harsh with reproach.
gpt
What did he do to yuh, that you had to go t' work and shoot him? He warn't your dog, he was mine! I must say you're gittin' high-an'-mighty, Billy Louise, comin' here shootin' my dog and accusin' Charlie and me to our faces uh bein' thieves. And your maw not cold in 'er grave yit! I must say you're gitting too high-an'-mighty fer old Marthy. And me payin' fer your schoolin' and never gitting so much as a thankye fer it, and scrimpin' and savin' to make a lady out of yuh. And here you come in a tantrum, callin' me a thief right in my face! You knowed all along who worked them brands. If yuh don't, I kin mighty quick tell ye--
human
Now, Aunt Martha, never mind scolding Billy Louise; you know you think as much of her as you do of me, and that's throwing a big bouquet at myself! Charlie went up and laid his arm caressingly over the old woman's shoulder.
gpt
You don't want to let this upset you, Aunt Martha. Surbus was a mean-tempered brute with strangers. You know that. I don't blame Miss Louise in the least. She was frightened when he came at her, and she hadn't presence of mind enough to see he was only bluffing and wouldn't hurt--
human
Bluffing, was he? Billy Louise roused herself to meet this covert attack upon her courage.
gpt
So are you bluffing. And so is Marthy, when she says she paid for my-- She stopped, confronting an accusing memory of mommie's mysterious silence about the school money, and her own passing curiosity which had never been satisfied.
human
Even if she did, I don't know why she need throw it up to me now. I never asked her for money. Nobody ever did. And that has nothing to do with Surbus, anyway. He's a nasty, mean brute that ought to have been killed long ago. I'm not a bit sorry. I'm glad I did kill him.
gpt
Yes, I know yuh be. You're hard as--
human
I wouldn't talk about hardness, if I were you, Marthy! What are you, right now--and always? Was I to blame for thinking those cattle had been stolen? They're in the Cove, with your brand on. And unless you pay Seabeck for them, you're stealing them if you keep them. It doesn't matter who put the brand on; you're keeping the cattle. What do you call that, I'd like to know? They're down here in the big corral now. If you mean to do what's square, you'll take them up to Seabeck's and explain--
gpt
Explain who it was ran our brand on? Charlie's voice was silk over iron.
human
I'm afraid if I were forced into explanations, I'd have to tell all I know, Miss Louise. Do you advise that--really?
gpt
I don't advise anything. Baffled and angry and hurt to the very soul of her, Billy Louise opened the gate and went out.
human
It strikes me you Cove folks are not wanting advice these days, or needing it. If you know anything to tell, for heaven's sake don't hold back on my account! It's nothing to me, one way or the other. I'm no rustler, and no friend of rustlers, if that's what you're hinting at. She left them with a proud lift to her chin and a very straight back, went to Blue, and mounted him mechanically. Billy Louise was