human
If they keep up shootin' like that, Jim, I reckon our insurance won't be high, he said,
gpt
I'm plumb ashamed of the camp, the way them boys waste lead. Must 'a' took twenty shots at us so far an' only skinned me with a rock. Hell! 'tain't even interestin'. Hand over them cartridges; let's see what sorter stock we got.