human
I reckon some coyote took a look over th' edge of th' roof,
gpt
Uh-huh,
human
I don't lay out here one little minute after Connors leaves that 'dobe, said Walt. He spat noisily and turned the cud.
gpt
I'm sayin' shootin' like his is a gift. I'm some shot, myself, but h--l----
human
You'd shore a thought so, replied Bob, grinning as he reviewed something,
gpt
He changed his position, grunted in complacent satisfaction and continued.
human
Some folks can't see a man's forehead at that distance, let alone _hit_ it. Of course, th' sky was behind it.
gpt
Which made it plainer, but harder to figger right, observed Walt.
human
Waffles says Connors can drive a dime into a plank with th' first, an' push it through with th' second, as far away as he can see th' dime. When it's too far away to be seen, he puts it in th' middle of a black circle, an' aims for th' middle of th' circle. But I put plenty of salt on th' tails of _his_ stories.
gpt
Which holds 'em down, grunted Bob.
human
Who's that over there, movin' around that shack?
gpt
Charley was there when I came out, he answered.
human
Cussed fool--showin' hisself like that. He swore at a thin pencil of flame which stabbed out from a loophole, and fired.
gpt
Told you so! he growled.
human
Charley is down!