human
Afternoon, hombres all, said Sam.
gpt
Joy-ridin'?
human
You take down this fence,
gpt
What fo'?
human
Ask yore partner.
gpt
Sheriff claims we're cumberin' the landscape with our li'l' corral, Sam, said Mormon.
human
He's got a paper that gives him right of way, he says. Seen anything of Molly Casey?
gpt
Not for quite a spell. Go easy with them wires, Sheriff. Price of wire's riz considerable.
human
Jump, or I'll put the cuffs on you,
gpt
Not this trip, replied Sam coolly.
human
No sense in my climbin' in there. Me an' Mormon's through with our li'l' job. We'll go back in the buckboard. It's round the bend. I was jest goin' to hitch up.
gpt
Yo're sure goin' to have trouble turnin' yore car right here, Sam went on imperturbably.
human
Kind of mean to back down, too. It's worse higher up. Matter of fac' the gap peters out jest round the turn. This is Bolsa Boquete. Bolsa means purse, Sheriff, one of them knitted purse nets. Good name for it. Look for yo'self, if you don't believe me.