human
Hope so, growled his companion.
gpt
Cussed glad of it. This is goin' to be a whizzer. Look at th' tops of them sand hills yonder--streamin' into th' air like smoke from a roarin' prairie fire. Here's where we separate. I'm takin' to th' first shack I find. Don't forget our names, an' that we're strangers, for awhile, anyhow.
human
Bill Long an' Red Thompson,
gpt
P. W. brand on the horse and smiled.
human
Red's is a Horseshoe cayuse. That's what I call luck!