human
Why you say that? she demanded, drawing her brows down sullenly.
gpt
You got plenty more Indian girls?
human
You think me not good-looking any more? With her two slim brown hands she pushed back the shawl from her hair and challenged criticism of her beauty. She was beautiful,--there was no gain saying that; she was so beautiful that the sight of her, standing there like an indignant young Minnehaha, tingled the blood of more than one of the Happy Family.
gpt
You think I so homely I spoil your picture?
human
I think you must not run away from the reservation, Luck parried, refusing to be cajoled by her anger or her beauty.
gpt
You always were a good girl, Annie-Many-Ponies. Long time ago, when you were little girl with the Buffalo Bill show, you were good. You mind what Wagalexa Conka say?
human
I mind you now, Wagalexa Conka, she told him quickly.
gpt
You tell me ride down that big hill, she threw one hand out toward the bluff that sheltered the house.
human
I sure ride down like hell. I care not for break my neck, when you want big 'punch' in picture. You tell me be homely old squaw like Mrs. Ghost-Dog, I be homely so dogs yell to look on me. I mind you plenty--but I do not go by reservation no more.
gpt
Yow father be mad--I let you stay, he maybe shoot me,
human
Nah! Not shoot you. I write one letters, say I go work for you. Now you write one letter by Agent, say you let me stay, say I work for you, say I good girl, say I be Indian girl for your picture. I mind you plenty, Wagalexa Conka! She smiled again coaxingly, like a child.
gpt
I like you, she stated simply.
human
You good man. You need Indian girl, I think. I work for you. My father not be mad; my father know you good man for Indians.