human
Guess you be him, he said, recognizing me as easily, his face breaking suddenly into a broad smile as I stepped on to the platform.
gpt
Old man 'lowed I'd know ye right away, but I kind o' mistrusted till I see ye stop and look 'raound same's if ye'd lost the trail. I'll take them traps and that bag if ye don't mind, and he relieved me of my sketch-kit and bag.
human
Buck-board's right out here behind the freight shed, and he pointed across the track.
gpt
Old mare's kinder skeery o' the engine, so I tied her a piece off.