human
I was getting away from--from--Oh, well, it don't--don't make any difference. The fellow was silent.
gpt
I needed a--a horse, he continued, finally.
human
My own--the third since--since--my own had played out. I was near a ranch, and--and it was night, and I--I seen a corral with a horse standing in it--a gray. It was moonlight. I--I got the gate open, and I--I roped him, and-- He interrupted himself, was upon one elbow again.
gpt
It was a stallion--a cross-bred, maybe--and--and say, friend, he rode me to death! I got on him before I knowed what he was. Bareback. He shot out of that corral like he was crazy. But I--I managed to hold--hold to him and--if he'd only bucked me off! But he didn't. He just raced for it--tore across the country like a cyclone. He rode me to death, a hundred miles, I bet, without a stop. And I held on--couldn't let go--was afraid to let go. He was silent.
human
Are you--you dead sure, friend, that was your horse?
gpt
And then somewhere off here he throwed me, went on the man.
human
But he--he was a raving maniac. He turned on me before I could get up, and bit and kicked and trampled me till I didn't know nothing--was asleep, or something. When I came to--woke up--he was still hanging around. He's around here yet! I heard him all day--yesterday! He's off there to the east somewheres. He's--he's looking for me. I kept still whenever I'd see him or hear him, and then when he'd move off out of sight, or quit--quit his nickering, I'd crawl along some more. I'm--I'm done, stranger, he concluded, weakly, dropping over upon his back.
gpt
I'm done, and I know it. And it was that horse that--that--