human
Somethin' like that. I mayn't have got it jest right, but that's _me_. The chap that wrote that might have writ pahts of it jest fo' me. He sure knew what he was writin' erbout. It's called _In Texas, Down by the Rio Grande_. I've been there. Arizony ain't much differunt.
gpt
It's called _Lasca_, put in Sam.
human
I seen it in the movies. Had the po'try strung all through it. It was a love story. This Lasca, she----
gpt
So you see I lost out on a heap, said Sandy.
human
An' I'm a man. I can git erlong with less. But fo' a gel, learnin's a grand thing. An' there's the big cities, an' theaters, fine clothes an' fine manners. Like livin' in another world.
gpt
Where they wear suits like Sam's spiketail, said Mormon.
human
I mind me when I was to Chicago with a train of steers one time, the tall buildin's was higher than cañon cliffs. On'y full breath I drawed was down on the lake front where they was a free picter show in a museum. Reg'lar storm there was out on the lake; big waves. Wind like to curl my tongue back down my throat an' choke me.
gpt
Who's hornin' in now? asked Sam.
human
Go on, Sandy.
gpt
But, said Molly, wide-eyed,
human
Shucks, said Sandy.
gpt
You won't be. Jest polished up. Skin slicked up, hair fixed to the style, nails trimmed an' shined. Culchured. Inside you'll be yore real self. You can't take the gold out of a bit of ore any more than you can change iron pyrites inter the reel stuff. But, if the gold's goin' to be put into proper circulation, it's got to be refined. Sabe?
human
I ain't refined, I reckon, said Molly with a sigh.
gpt
I don't know as I want to be. I can allus come back, can't I?
human
You sure can.
gpt
An' there's Dad. He's where he wanted to be. I w'udn't want to go away from him.
human
He'd want you to make this trip, sure, said Sandy.
gpt
An' that settles it. You go off to bed an' dream on it. We got to figger out where you go an' that'll take some time an' thinkin'. I'm some tired myse'f. I've been out of trainin' lately fo' excitement. Sam, I'm goin' to soak that place on yore arm with iodine. Good night, Molly.
human
You-all are damned good to me,