human
No, I didn't fall off the train, he drawled.
gpt
I just grabbed my grip and beat it when they told me where I was. I'm out on a still hunt for some real boys. Some that can ride and shoot and that know cow-science so well they don't have to glad up in cowboy clothes and tie red bandanna bibs on to make folks think they're range broke.
human
And yet you're wasting time in this tame little granger wart on the map!
gpt
No, not wasting time, smiled Luck serenely.
human
A little old trunk-juggler up the trail told me about the Flying U outfit that is still sending their wagons out when the grass gets green. I stopped off to give the high-sign to the boys, and say howdy, and swap yarns, and maybe haze some of 'em gently into camp. I wanted to see if the Flying U has got any real ones left.
gpt
Now, what do you know about that, Mig? he breathed softly behind a mouthful of smoke.
human
Wanting to rope him out a few from the Flying U bunch. Say! Have you got a real puncher amongst that outfit of long-haired hayseeds?
gpt
If there is, he's ranging deep in the breaks and never shows up at shipping time, he averred.
human
I've never seen one myself. They've got one that--what would you call Big Medicine, if you wanted to name him quick and easy, Andy?
gpt
What I'd call him had best not be named in this God-fearing little hamlet, he responded gloomily.
human
I sure would never name him in the day I talked about cow-punchers that's ever dug sand outa their eyes on trail-herd.
gpt
Andy's right, he sighed.
human
They've got one that takes spells of talking deliriously about when he punched cows in Coconino County; but I guess there's nothing to it.
gpt
You say you was told that the Flying U outfit has got some real ones? Andy eyed Luck curiously and with some of the Native Son's pity.
human
Just in a general way, what happens to folks that lie to you deliberate, when you meet 'em again? I'd like, he added,