human
You got him.
gpt
I got him, said Joseph Cory, and turned on his son a sickened face Ben had never known.
human
What of Jesse? The choking continued. Goodman Cory's voice climbed, beating down that noise:
gpt
Speak up, boy!
human
His gun did blow, he's hurt but not down. He fetched his axe. I think he knows what he's doing.
gpt
Ben, I'm weak.
human
Ben, he said--
gpt
Ben, hear me....