human
he said to the head bartender, but loud enough for all to hear it. His voice indicated vexation at the success of so shabby a trick.
gpt
When he answered Thorpe I shore thought he was goin' prompt an' peaceful--why, he even _started_! Nobody reckoned he was aimin' to make a gunplay. How could they? An' I'm sayin' that it's cussed lucky for him that _Thorpe_ didn't!
human
Anybody can be fooled th' _first_ time, replied the man of liquor. He looked over at the partition door and nodded.
gpt
Come over an' have a drink, Thorpe, an' forget it. I got money that says there ain't no man alive can beat you on th' draw. He tricked you, actin' that way.
human
He's th' first man on earth ever shoved a gun into me like that, growled Thorpe, slowly moving forward.
gpt
An' he's th' last! Seein' as there's some here that mebby ain't shore about it, I'll show 'em that I was tricked! He stopped in front of Bill Long and regarded that surprised individual with a look as malevolent as it was sincere.
human
Any squaw dog can tote _two_ guns, he said, his still raging anger putting a keener edge to the words.
gpt
When he does he tells everybody that he's shore bad. If he ain't, that's _his_ fault. I tote one--an' yo're not goin' to swagger around these parts with any more than I got. Which one are you goin' to throw away?
human
What you say?
gpt
Oh, sneered Thorpe, his rage climbing anew;
human
Why, faltered Bill, doing his very best to play the part he had chosen.
gpt
I--I dunno--I ain't goin' to--to throw any of 'em away. What you mean?
human
Throw one away!