human
What's this?
gpt
I picked him up three mile' back, hoofin' it. He was headin' fo' Bitter Flats but he wanted the ranch, said the cowboy to Sandy, ignoring Keith.
human
We burned wind an' leather comin' in, seein' Jim Plimsoll an' some of his gang have made off with Miss Molly!
gpt
Where'd this happen? demanded Sandy.
human
Sam, go git Pronto fo' me an' saddle up.
gpt
That's the hell of it, said the rider.
human
The pore damn fool don't know. Plumb loco! Scared to death. Been wanderin' round sence afore noon.