human
You never kin tell about wild hawsses, or even branded ones, said Mormon pleasantly.
gpt
Ask Plimsoll. He picks 'em up in all sorts of places.
human
You keep out o' this, Jim Plimsoll, he said.
gpt
I'm runnin' this end of it. He's talkin' against time. You come down an' help remove this fence, he shouted up at the smiling Mormon,
human
It ain't on a public highway neither, retorted Mormon.
gpt
But I'll come down. Don't you go to clippin' those wires an' destroyin' what _is_ my property.