human
I near could feel th' jar of that in here, said Red's cheerful voice.
gpt
I'm hopin' it was th' coyote that spit through th' window. What's next?
human
Shut yore face, growled Bill, working at his side.
gpt
He's hatchin' somethin' under his hat.
human
Somethin' hatchin' all over me, grunted Red, stirring restlessly.
gpt
I'm a heap surprised this old mud hut ain't walkin' off some'ers.
human
You ain't got no call to put on no airs, he retorted.
gpt
Mine's been hatched a long time. I wouldn't let a dog lay on straw as rotten as that stuff. Oh! he gloated.
human
Somebody's shore goin' to pay for this little party!
gpt
Wish th' sheriff would open that outside door about now, chuckled Red, balancing his six-chambered gift
human
I'd make him pop-eyed.