human
Somethin' wrong, said the manager of the Three Star.
gpt
Tryin' to tell us about it. All right, ol' feller, you drink some more wateh. Let me look at that paw. He gently took the foot that clawed at his chaps and examined it. The pad was worn to the quick, bleeding.
human
Come out of the Bad Lands, he said, looking toward the range.
gpt
Through Pyramid Pass, likely.
human
Some derned sheepman gone crazy an' shot his-self, grumbled Sam.
gpt
Somethin' bound to spile a quiet afternoon.
human
Not many sheep over that way, said Mormon.
gpt
No range.