human
Yo're game all right, Hahn, said Sandy.
gpt
You ain't the man I was lookin' fo', but you fired first. I see I wasn't the first to plug you. Mebbe I can fix you up a bit?
human
he said huskily.
gpt
I'm empty of blood as a prohibition flask. I reckon it will be prohibition for me from now on. They say it's sure dry where I'm going. No grudge against you, Sandy. I thought you one of Brandon's gang. They got Butch and me an' they're chasin' Jim Plimsoll to hell and gone--over Nipple Peaks--if he beats 'em to Spur Rock he'll fool 'em on the black--I couldn't ride--he left me here--with the girl--but the case is empty and the bank's bu'sted--cashing--in--time and no chips.
human
Where in hell'd you get that?