human
Sam can't take cover extra good, though he shoots middlin'. Sandy, he shoots like lightnin' fast an' straight.
gpt
But there are four against him, at least.
human
Fo' what? asked Mormon with a look of scorn.
gpt
Plimsoll an' three of his cronies. Mebbe one or two mo' chucked in fo' good measure. What of it? Yeller, all of 'em, yeller as the belly of a Gila River pizen lizard. On'y way the odds 'ud be even w'ud be fo' them to git the drop on Sandy an' it can't be done. He's got his fightin' face on an' that means hands an' heart an' eyes an' brain an' every inch of him lined up to win. Sandy fights with his head an' he's got the heart to back it. Hell's bells, marm, beggin' yo' pardon ag'in, I ain't worryin' none erbout Sandy! I ain't seen him lose out yet. I'm cussin' about _me_--warmin' an armchair an' waddlin' round like a fall hawg.