human
Son, he muttered,
gpt
I hear you made a clean play inside. Now, I know Strann and his way. He was in wrong. There ain't a doubt of it, and if I held you, you'd get clear on self-defense. So I ain't going to lay a hand on you. You're free: but one thing more. You cut off there--see?--and bear away north from the Three B's. You got a hoss that _is_, and believe me, you'll need him before you're through. He lowered his voice and his eyes bulged with the terror of his tidings:
human
Feed him the leather; ride to beat hell; never stop while your hoss can raise a trot; and then slide off your hoss and get another. Son, in three days Mac Strann'll be on your trail!
gpt
Now, _vamos!_
human
I never heard of Mac Strann,
gpt
You never heard of Mac Strann?
human
But I'd like to meet him,
gpt
Son, he said hoarsely.
human
I c'n see you're game. But don't make a fall play. If Mac Strann gets you, he'll California you like a yearling. You won't have no chance. You've done for Jerry, there ain't a doubt of that, but Jerry to Mac is like a tame cat to a mountain-lion. Lad, I c'n see you're a stranger to these parts, but ask me your questions and I'll tell you the best way to go.
gpt
I'd like to know the best place to put up my hoss.
human
But I s'pose, went on Barry,
gpt
I can stable him over there behind the hotel.