human
I'm glad you hung on to what you had, Jud, came Thorpe's thankful voice as his match caught the sun-baked wood and sent a tiny flame licking upward among the shavings whittled by his knife.
gpt
What you do you allus do right. It's dry as a bone.
human
An' so am I, grunted the horse wrangler.
gpt
Who's got their canteen?
human
He's askin' for a canteen, with th' whole pond in front of him! laughed a squatting rustler.
gpt
Here; take mine.