human
Ain't it jest plumb hell--beggin' yore pardon, marm--but that's what it is--plain hell! cried Mormon. Tears of mortification were in his eyes, his voice was high-pitched and his chagrin was so much like that of an overgrown child that Kate Nicholson felt constrained to laugh despite the seriousness of the situation.
gpt
Me, I been punchin' cows, ridin' a hawss fo' a livin' fo' nigh thirty years, said Mormon.
human
I ain't what you'd call sooperannuated yit, if I am bald. I'm healthy as a woodchuck. But I'm so goldarned, hunky-chunky, hawg-fat I can't ride a hawss no mo'--not faster 'n a walk or further than two mile', fo' fear of breakin' his back. So I git left home to sit in a damn rockin' chair! Hell and damnation!
gpt
You're going to follow him, aren't you?