human
See here, Buck, he exclaimed, leaning across his bar.
gpt
You an' me don't always see things the same way. Guess I don't allus hit it with the Padre. No, I guess ther' ain't a heap of good feeling among the three of us. But before you leave here I want to say jest one thing, an' it's this. Sheriff or no sheriff, deputies or no deputies, if they're lookin' fer the Padre for murder I say it's a jumped-up fake. That man couldn't do a murder, not to save his soul. An' it'll give me a whole heap o' pleasure fixin' up your winter stores. An' good luck to you both--when you hit the long trail.