human
You sure need some new clothes, child, she said to Molly.
gpt
You got to have 'em. I heard you was shot, she went on to Sam.
human
That sling ain't right. You should have it fixed so yore wrist is higher'n yore elbow. Who's tendin' it?
gpt
It's healin' fine, said Sam.
human
I'm pure-blooded an' my flesh allus heals quick.
gpt
I reckon prohibition helps some, she retorted.
human
Now then, I come on business. Sandy Bourke, you ain't any of you the legal guardian of that child, air you?
gpt
Nothin' illegal in what we're doin', I reckon.
human
I didn't ask you that. You-all ain't got papers?