human
Ain't I had hell enough fer one day? demanded the bartender,
gpt
S'pose you dry up an' let me talk, retorted the marshal.
human
They ain't no one payin' _you_ nawthin' to maintain law an' order in this town.
gpt
If they was I'll be damned if I wouldn't maintain it, 'stead of millin' around drinkin' up other folks' whisky----
human
Look a-here Pete Barras, this makes twict, now, you've ondertook to tell me my business. You shet yer yap, 'er you don't draw no damages when we corral that outlaw in yonder. I ain't so sure you didn't start the rookus, nohow. Besides, the boys needs a little drink, an' we'll charge this here bottle up along with the rest of the damages an' make him pay 'em.
gpt
Y'ain't caught him yet. Where do I git off at if you don't ketch him?
human
Better git over to yer cayuse, he cautioned.
gpt
He's pretty near had time to make it into the alley, an' when he comes, he'll come a-shootin'. Guess I'll jest keep the squabble a-goin', they all seem right interested,