human
We all had a hand in that, Margaret, generously remarked the man with the shuddering shin.
gpt
Tex Ewalt watched him closest. But, as I was sayin', out at th' corral, I don't believe he's got men enough to handle no herd of yearlin's. Them youngsters are plumb skittish, an' hard to keep on th' trail. Me an' Hoppy are aimin' to go down an' help him--an' see him all th' sooner, to tell you th' truth.
human
That will please him, smiled Margaret. She looked at her father, whose appetite seemed to be ravenous, judging by the attention he was giving to the meal.
gpt
What did you write, Dad?