human
Hello, Charley! he grunted.
gpt
What's loose now?
human
H--l's loose! snapped Twitchell.
gpt
Ridley's been murdered by one of Kane's gang. Shot in th' back--head near blowed off. There's only four men up there now, an' they may be dead by this time. Take as many men as you need an' go up there--we just bought a herd of SV cows, if there's any left. But I want th' man that killed Ridley. That's first. I want th' man who robbed th' bank--that's second. An' I want Pecos Kane--that's first, second, an' third. D--n it! I growed up with Tom Ridley!
human
I'll take twenty men an' bring you th' whole gang--but some of 'em will shore spoil before we can get 'em here, this kind of weather. Do I burn that end of th' town?
gpt
You'll burn nothin', retorted Twitchell.
human
You'll not risk a man until you have to. You'll stay on th' ranch an' watch th' cattle. I've lost one good man now, an' I'm spendin' money before I risk losin' any more. There's a bundle of handbills. When they've been digested by that bunch of assassins you can sit in th' bunkhouse an' have yore game delivered to you, all tied up, an' tagged.
gpt
Orders is orders, growled McCullough;
human
I'm cuttin' you out because I want my best man out there! retorted the senior member heatedly.
gpt
You may find it lively settin', an' have to do yore whittlin' with rifles an' six-guns. Look out that somebody don't whittle you at eight hundred while yo're settin' on th' front porch! You talk like you think yo're goin' to a prayer meetin'!
human
I'm hopin' they come that close, said McCullough, picking up the package of bills.
gpt
So Tom's gone, huh? Charley, there ain't many of us left no more. Remember how you an' Ridley an' me used to go off trappin' them winters, hundreds of miles into th' mountains, with only what we could easy carry on our backs? That was livin'.
human
You get out of here, you old fraud! roared Twitchell.
gpt
Ain't I got enough to bother me now? Take care of yoreself, Mac; an' my way's worth tryin', an' tryin' good. If it don't work, then we'll have to try yore way.
human
All right; I'll give it a fair ride, Charley; but it will be time wasted, replied the trail-boss.
gpt
In that case I'm takin' a dozen men. We relay at th' Squaw Creek corrals, an' again at Sweetwater Bottoms. Send a wagon after us--you'll know what we'll need. You send a new boss to th' Sweetwater, for I'm pickin' up Waffles. He's one of th' best men you got, an' he's been picketed at that two-bits station long enough.
human
Good luck, Mac. Take who you want. Yo're th' boss. Any play you make will be backed to th' limit by th' T & C.