human
It's a rotten mess, declared Butch Parsons.
gpt
Wyatt or one of the others'll tell all they know. You ought to have shot straighter, Plimsoll. Just like cuttin' our own throats to let 'em get away.
human
You did some missing on your own account,
gpt
It was the rotten booze. You started it. If you'd plugged Wyatt right it would have ended it. Now we've got to clear out.
human
There isn't two hundred dollars of real money in the crowd, said Plimsoll.
gpt
If Taylor had taken the herd....
human
He was afraid to touch it. We'll go south. That's my plan. You can find a buyer in Tucson. Put the horses in the Hideout. Leave one or two to look out for 'em an' turn 'em over later. We can arrange for a delivery if we make a sale.
gpt
Who in hell's goin' to stay behind?
human
We'll cut cards for it.
gpt
Not me.
human
What's the use of fighting among ourselves again? suggested Hahn smoothly.
gpt
We can settle who's to stay later. There's grub in the Hideout and a safe place to lay low if anything goes wrong. They'll have a fine time proving up the horses are stolen. We've got to take a chance. Butch is right. We can't take them with us. There's a good chance of a sale in Tucson. Meantime we've got to figure on Wyatt. He'll likely try to get in touch with that Brandon outfit.
human
Or that chap who said he was from Phoenix, put in Butch.
gpt
You made a misplay, there, Plimsoll. That chap was a ringer.
human
You talk like a fool, retorted Plimsoll.
gpt
He sold us the bunch cheap enough. He never raised horses he'd let go at that price. He lifted 'em, like he said.
human
Just the same, he didn't act like a rustler.
gpt
It was his first trick. Young vouched for him.
human
This ain't getting us anywhere, said Hahn.
gpt
Let's make for the Hideout and talk it out there. This place ain't safe.