human
Yes, I plenty long ways, she assented placidly.
gpt
I don't stay by reservation no more. Too lonesome. One night I beat it. I work for you now.
human
How you know you work for me? Luck felt nine pairs of eyes trying to read his face.
gpt
That's bad, you run away. You better go back, Annie-Many-Ponies. Your father--
human
Nah! Annie-Many-Ponies cried in swift rebellion.
gpt
I work for you all time, I no want monies. I got plenty wardrobe; you give me plenty grub; I work for you. I think you need him Indian girl in picture. I think you plenty sorry all Indians go by reservation. You no like for Indians go home, she stated with soft sympathy.
human
I sabe you not got monies for pay all thems Indians. I come be Indian girl for you; I not want monies. You let me stay--Wagalexa Conka!
gpt
You come in and eat, Annie-Many-Ponies,