human
Sheriff Corwin, he answered.
gpt
What you holdin' _me_ up for?
human
Got a match? he pleasantly asked, the rifle hanging from the crook of his arm, both himself and the weapon hidden from the sheriff by the darkness.
gpt
Where you goin' so late? Thought everybody was asleep but me.
human
Just ridin' down to see McCullough. Got important business with him, an' reckoned it shouldn't wait 'til mornin'.
gpt
That's good, he said.
human
Reckon I'll go along with you. No use hangin' 'round up here, an' I'm shore sleepy. Wait till I get my cayuse,