human
I will ride on,
gpt
We have ridden due northwest all the way, he said.
human
Where are they heading for?
gpt
Death River, I guess, she answered, pointing.
human
The crossing is northwest.
gpt
How far?
human
Two days' journey, maybe seventy-five miles.
gpt
You wait for the boy in the shelter of the poplar bluff across the coulée, he said.
human
When the snow stops, follow on as well as you can.
gpt
Charley not come any more, said Rina in a tone of quiet fatalism.
human
When snow hide our track, he walk round and round. Bam-by he fall down, and not get up. He die. He know that.