human
You gotta be greased all over your lungs,
gpt
That'll fix the hookin'-cough, she said, as she spread the warm layers of woolen cloth smoothly from shoulder to shoulder.
human
How does it feel?
gpt
Great,
human
Will your game leg let you turn over? Because there's some dope left, and it ought to go between your shoulders.
gpt
The game leg ought to stand more than that, he told her, turning slowly.
human
If I hadn't got this cold tacked onto me, I'd have been trying to walk on it by now.
gpt
Better give it time--since you've been game enough to lie here all this while and take care of it. I don't believe I'd have had nerve enough for that, Ward. She poured turpentine and lard into her palm, reached inside his collar and rubbed it on his shoulders.
human
Good thing you had plenty of grub handy. But it must have been awful!
gpt
It was pretty damned lonesome,