human
Reckon it ain't no shootin' matter, said the sheriff, slowly entering. He walked over to a chair and sat down.
gpt
Just a little call in th' line of duty,
human
Sorry there wasn't a bell hangin' on th' door, or a club, or somethin', replied Johnny ironically.
gpt
Then you could 'a' waited till I asked you to come in.
human
That wouldn't 'a' been in th' line of duty, chuckled Corwin, his eyes darting from one piece of wearing apparel to another.
gpt
I'm lookin' around for th' fellers that robbed th' bank last night. Yore clothes don't hardly look dusty enough, though. Where was you last night, up to about one o'clock?
human
Down in th' barroom, playin' cards. Why?
gpt
That's what Ed says, too. That accounts for you durin' an' after th' robbery. I've got to look around, anyhow, for them coyotes.
human
You'd show more sense if you was lookin' around for hoss tracks instead of wastin' time in here,
gpt
There ain't none, growled Corwin, arising.
human
She's still blowin' sand a-plenty--a couple of shacks are buried to their chimneys. I'm tellin' you this is th' worst sand storm that ever hit this town, but it looks like it's easin' up now. There won't be a trail left, an' th' scenery has shifted enough by this time to look like some place else. Idaho turn in when you did?
gpt
He did. Here he is now,
human
If I ain't wanted, throw me out, he said, holding up his trousers with one hand, the other held behind his back.
gpt
Hearin' voices, I thought mebby somebody was openin' a private flask an', bein' thirsty, I come over to help. My throat is shore dusty. An' would you listen to that wind? It shore rocked this old hotel last night. Th' floor of my room is near ankle deep in places.
human
Th' bank was robbed last night, blurted Corwin, watching keenly from under his hat brim.
gpt
Whoever done it is still in town, unless he was a d--d fool!
human
That so? Gee, they shore couldn't 'a' picked a better time, he declared.
gpt
Gosh, there's sand in my hair, even!
human
It ain't polite, he grinned,
gpt
He sat up, crossed his legs under the sand-covered blankets and faced his visitors.
human
Tell us about it, Sheriff,
gpt
Wait till I get a belt,