human
Hear yo're married,
gpt
Shore!
human
It ain't spoiled you, _yet_. How's Hoppy an' Red?
gpt
Fine, now they're out of jail.
human
I near laughed till I busted when Quayle told us who they was. Hoppy an' Red in _jail_! It was _funny_!
gpt
Hello, Nelson, said McCullough.
human
What are you doin' down here?
gpt
Had to leave town; too many corners, an' too much cover. I'm lookin' for a job, if it don't cut me out of th' rewards.
human
She's yourn.
gpt
Wait a minute, said Johnny.
human
I can't take it. I got to be free to do what I want; but I'll hang out here for awhile.
gpt
You've got th' job instanter, said the appreciative trail-boss smiling broadly.
human
It's steady work of bossin' yoreself. I've heard of yore work, up Gunsight way. Feed yet? Then come on.
gpt
Shore will. Where's Quayle?
human
Rode back, roundabout; him not courtin' bein' seen; but I reckon everybody in town knows he's been here. He swears by you.