human
Zeke got you all worked up, didn't he? he declared, turning his eyes upon Glover.
gpt
As for renegades, he went on, beginning to deal the cards again,
human
I've knowed 'em--hull droves of 'em--to stampede on the whistle of a rattler.
gpt
Renegades gits stirred up every jest so often, he observed.
human
I s'pose it's because of the way they feel about things. Being run offen the reservations thataway ain't nowise pleasant, to begin with, and then havin' to hang around the aidges for what grub their folks sees fit for to sneak out to 'em ought to make it jest that much more monotonous--kind of. Reckon I'd break out myself--like a man that eats pancakes a lot--under sich circumstances. Zeke says this band--the latest gang to git sore--is a-headin' dead south. Talks like we might run agin trouble down there. More'n one brand, too--the police and the reg'lars all bein' out thataway. They're all out--Zeke says.
gpt
I've seen something myself, he went on, evidently mindful of Johnson's observation.
human
I've seen better men than Injuns stampede on less than rattlesnakes--and cover a heap more ground in a lot less shorter time. What I'm talkin' about is skunks, he explained, to nobody in particular--
gpt
he continued, warming to his subject and seemingly ignorant of its myths,
human
I once seen a man ride into San Mercial with his face that white it wouldn't 'a' showed a chalk mark! And he was holdin' up his thumb like it was pizen--which it was! And he was cuttin' for old Doc Struthers that fast his cayuse was sparkin' out of his ears. Bit by a hydrophoby skunk--yes, sirree. Got to the Doc's just in time, too! But he allus was lucky--the Doc! Money jest rolled into that party all the time. But some folks don't jest quite make it--horses gives out, or something. And if they ain't got the sand to shoot the finger off--