human
P'r'aps Ricketts didn't know the whole story; p'r'aps Clint didn't know it all to tell him; p'r'aps Clint didn't remember it all. P'r'aps he didn't remember anything except that he and Greevy quarrelled, and that Greevy and he shot at each other in the prairie. He'd only be thinking of the thing that mattered most to him--that his life was over, an' that a man had put a bullet in him, an'--
gpt
As I say, maybe he didn't remember everything; he had been drinkin' a bit himself, Clint had. He wasn't used to liquor, and couldn't stand much. Greevy was drunk, too, and gone off his head with rage. He always gets drunk when he first comes south to spend the winter with his girl Em'ly. He paused a moment, then went on a little more quickly.
human
Greevy was proud of her--couldn't even bear her being crossed in any way; and she has a quick temper, and if she quarrelled with anybody Greevy quarrelled too.
gpt
I don't want to know anything about her, broke in Buckmaster, roughly.
human
She isn't in this thing. I'm goin' to get Greevy. I bin waitin' for him, an' I'll git him.
gpt
You're going to kill the man that killed your boy, if you can, Buck; but I'm telling my story in my own way. You told Rickett's story; I'll tell what I've heard. And before you kill Greevy you ought to know all there is that anybody else knows--or suspicions about it.
human
I know enough. Greevy done it, an' I'm here.
gpt
Em'ly was a girl that wasn't twice alike. She was changeable. First it was one, then it was another, and she didn't seem to be able to fix her mind. But that didn't prevent her leadin' men on. She wasn't changeable, though, about her father. She was to him what your boy was to you. There she was like you, ready to give everything up for her father.
human
I tell y' I don't want to hear about her, said Buckmaster, getting to his feet and setting his jaws.
gpt
You needn't talk to me about her. She'll git over it. I'll never git over what Greevy done to me or to Clint--jest twenty, jest twenty! I got my work to do.