human
Friend o' yours gave me that, he admitted, quite as a matter of course.
gpt
Did a good job, too.
human
A friend of mine?
gpt
Sure; you're a friend o' Jim Westcott, ain't yer? Lacy said so, and Jim's the laddy-buck who whaled me.
human
Mr. Westcott! When?
gpt
Last night. You see it was this way. I caught him hanging round the office at La Rosita, an' we had a fight. I don't just know what I did to him, but that's part o' what he did to me. I never knowed much about him afore, but he's sure some scrapper; an' I had a knife in my fist, too.
human
Then--then, her breath choking her,
gpt
I reckon so, miss. I ain't seen nuthin' of him since, an' the way Bill Lacy wus cussing when I got breathin' straight agin would 'a' shocked a coyote. He'll git him, though.
human
Get him?
gpt
Sure--Bill will. He always gets his man. I've seen more'n one fellow try to put something over on Lacy, but it never worked in the end. He's hell on the trigger, an' the next time he and Bill come together, Westcott's bound to get his. Ain't that the truth, Joe?
human
I'd like fer to see the scrap, he said slowly.
gpt
They tell me Westcott ain't so slow on the draw--but Bill will get him!