human
They break up so we can't see them so good, she said in her indifferent way.
gpt
Seven horse go by the edge of the coulée, southwest. Five horse go west. Two horse go northwest. Bam-by I t'ink they come together.
human
What horse was _she_ on?
gpt
Nick Grylls's big roan, she answered.
human
They mak' a bag for her to sit in. She sit one side; Mary Co-que-wasa sit the other.
gpt
Find the roan's tracks,
human
I never follow that horse,
gpt
Find the heaviest tracks then!