human
Good thick rare steak's what you want, ain't it? Fine fightin' food. Me, I'm takin' in a few bets on you, Mormon. 'Member the time you got a hammerlock on that long-horned gent from Texas with the Lazy Z outfit? I cleaned up on you that time an' this'll be a repeater. This same Roarin' Russell has been tellin' the camp what a rip-snortin', limb-loosenin', strong-armed galoot he is, an' some of 'em have swallered it. They ain't seen you in action, Mormon, an' I have. You'll jest natcherly chaw him inter hash. I'm bettin' there won't be enough of him left to stuff a Chili pepper after you git through.
gpt
I ain't as limber as I was, Alf, said Mormon deprecatingly.
human
Make my steak thick, will you? Have you seen anything of the Roarin' gent?
gpt
Not personal. He don't eat here. There was a friend of yores in a while ago who seemed to be sort of keepin' tabs on him. That young assayer Russell started to bulldoze when Sandy took a hand. Said he'd be in ag'in later. 'Peared to think you was bound to show before mornin'.
human
It ain't the hooch we're sellin', he said.
gpt
This is private stock, hundred proof. He eyed Mormon professionally as he hung about the table, setting out the battered cutlery and tin plates that Simpson provided.
human
They was offerin' two to one on Roarin' Russell a little while ago, he volunteered.
gpt
I think I'll take up a piece of their money.
human
This ain't a prize-fight, it's a privut quarrel, said Mormon as he smelled the fiery stuff in the glass, sipped it and then swallowed it in one gulp.
gpt
That's prime stuff.
human
You'll have one hell of a time keepin' it privut, mister, said the waiter.
gpt
They tell me there's nigh to six hundred folks in the camp an' there won't be many more'n six missin' when you two meet up. You want to watch out for Russell's pals, though; they ain't the gentlest bunch in the herd. But I reckon you can handle 'em, he said, turning to Sandy.
human
I saw you handlin' your hardware this mornin' an' you sure can juggle a gun.