human
Some folks git all the luck,
gpt
There you go, bantered Sam, stripping his arm for the iodine.
human
You been married three times, reg'lar magnet fo' the wimmin, an' you grudge Sandy pay fo' what he done. Me, I helped, but I ain't grudgin' him. Though I sure envy him.
gpt
Yes, you helped an' left me to home to count fingers.
human
Shucks! You matched for it, didn't you? An' didn't you have yore li'l' session with Plimsoll all to yorese'f. What's eatin' you? You want to be a five-ringed circus all to yorese'f an' have all the fun. Ef that stuff heals like it smahts, Sandy, I'll say I'm cured now.
gpt
It don't amount to much, Sam, said Sandy.
human
Yore flesh allus closed up quick. What you goin' to do with yore ninety dollars?
gpt
I thought of buyin' me a new saddle. Mine's spiled. Couldn't trust that tree fo' ropin' now. But I figger I'll buy me a fine travelin' bag fo' Molly. Loan me yore catalogue, Mormon, so's I can choose one.