human
This saloon's gettin' all scratched up, the way you ruffians are carryin' on, called the Texan, when the noise had subsided,
gpt
The main question is, he announced judicially to himself, as he contemplated the liquor in the glass,
human
I've drunk one quart already, now shall I get seventeen times drunker'n I am, or shall I stay drunk seventeen times as long? He drank the liquor and returned the glass to the bar,
gpt
he opined, and glanced about him quizzically.
human
I mistrusted this wasn't goin' to be no prosaic jubilee, but what I'm wonderin' is, how's it goin' to come out? 'Tain't likely anyone'll get hurt, 'cause they can't hit me, an' I don't want to hit them. But, this is goin' to get monotonous sometime an' I'll want to leave here. They've got my horse, an' it's a cinch I ain't goin' away afoot. Guess I'll have to borrow one like Ol' Bat did down to Las Vegas an' get plumb out of the country. An' there's another reason I can't linger to get venerable amongst my present peaceful surroundin's. When Ol' Bat finds I've quit the outfit he'll trail me down, just as sure as I'm goin' to take another drink, an' when he does, he'll----
gpt
Hey, young feller, I'm willin' to go half way with you----
human
Half of nothin's nothin'! replied the Texan,
gpt
I ain't goin' nowhere!
human
You better listen to reason an' give yerself up. If you do we let you off with a hundred dollar fine, an' damages--if you don't, I'm goin' to charge you with shootin' to kill, an' send you up to Deer Lodge fer a year. You got just one minute to think it over. It's gettin' dark an' I ain't had no supper.
gpt
Me neither. You go on ahead an' get yours first, an' then hurry back an' let me go.
human
I ain't foolin'! What you goin' to do?
gpt
Shoot to kill--if that's what I'm charged with,