human
You think I'm goin' to let him die, Joan? he cried, the hot blood staining his cheeks and brow.
gpt
I tell you he won't. I swear to you, sure, sure, he shan't die a murderer's death! I tell you right here, little gal, ther' ain't a sheriff in the country big enough to take him. He says he must give up to arrest when the time comes. Wal, he'll have to do it over my dead body.