human
Plimsoll's makin' fo' Nipple Peaks an' he's likely to git clear. Me, I aim to head him off an' settle the account.
gpt
Sandy. There was a plea in her voice that plucked at his heart strings.
human
Don't spoil to-night. Please!
gpt
That ain't Molly Casey talkin', said Sandy.
human
That's somethin' you must have picked up back to Keith's.
gpt
He didn't harm me, Sandy.
human
He tried to.
gpt
He ain't fit to live, he went on.
human
I w'udn't be fit to go back to Three Star where yore daddy lies an' know he was there in his grave while I let that coyote go loose. I found the luck-piece on the floor of the cabin, Molly, with a lock of yore hair he must have tore out, a button an' a bit of yore dress he nigh tore off you. I was in hell when I thought of you fightin' him off an' if I have to wade through it knee-deep in flamin' sulphur I'm goin' to find that snake an' make sure he quits trailin'. Why, it's my job, Molly. What w'ud you think of me if I let him slide?
gpt
I know,
human
That'll be Sam an' the boys, Molly. He cupped hands and sounded a
gpt
Yahoo!
human
I'm afraid,
gpt
Afraid?
human
I know. I never was before. But....
gpt
Come back to me soon, Sandy,