human
I take it you mean that, Beasley, he said without warmth. Then, ignoring the man, he turned to those gathered about him.
gpt
I don't know how Beasley's got this thing, fellers, he said, in his simple fashion.
human
It don't matter, anyway. I hadn't a notion the sheriff was comin' along yet, either. That don't matter. Anyways I guessed he would be comin' sooner or later, an' that's the reason I'm layin' in stores of gun stuff an' things. Yes, he's comin' for the Padre on a charge of murder, a low-down charge of murder that he never committed. You know the ways of the law, an' how things sure go in such rackets. The charge is nigh twenty years old. Wal, maybe it'll be nigh impossible for him to prove he didn't do it. It looks that way. Anyways, I tell you right here, ther' ain't no sheriff in this country goin' to git him while I'm alive. He's raised me from a starvin' kid, an' he's bin the biggest thing on earth to me, an' I'm goin' to see him through. You fellers, some o' you, know the Padre. You know what he's done right here to help folks when they were starvin'. He even sold his farm to help. Sold it right out, an' give up twenty years' work to hand grub to empty bellies. Wal, they want him fer murder. Him, the best and straightest man I ever knew. I ain't got nothin' more to say 'cept Beasley's right--the sheriff's comin'. An' when he comes he'll find the hills hotter than hell fer him, an' I'll have a hand in makin' 'em that way. He turned abruptly to Beasley, and pointed at the paper lying on the counter.
gpt
You'll do them things for me, an' I'll get 'em to-morrow.
human
So long, fellers,