human
Snedeker finished.
gpt
The last I hear about him he's doin' right well for hisself stealin' hosses an' cattle in Mexico an' runnin' 'em over the border. Joe, you ain't payin' me no mind!
human
Oh--Oh yes, I heard you. Jim, when can we expect grass?
gpt
Emmy-grants, Snedeker grumbled.
human
They light out for Oregon an' their tail's afire 'til they get thar. Then they spend the rest of their days milkin' fool cows an' steerin' a plow. I don't know why any of you bother to leave Mizoury.
gpt
The ground's softer in Oregon, Joe grinned.
human
It makes for easier plowing.
gpt
Pah! If the Lord meant men to plow, they'd of been born with a plow in their hands.
human
And if He meant them to shoot, I suppose they'd be born with a rifle in their hands?