human
What's them gals doin' to your brother Mike, Hebe? demanded one of the women.
gpt
They want slappin', don't they?
human
They want to l'arn to keep their han's off'n my property, growled Pocock.
gpt
Come! let the little horse go.
human
No!
gpt
Yes,
human
You bet she will!
gpt
Shoot her, Hebe! she yelled.
human
She'd a struck me with that thing!