human
You haven't a word to say! declared Kane, his outstretched hand leveled at Trask, the once-favored deputy-sheriff.
gpt
If it wasn't for your personal spite, and your d--d avarice, we wouldn't be in this mess tonight! You had no orders to do that.
human
I told him to let Nelson alone, said the sheriff.
gpt
He was dead set to get square for him cuttin' into th' argument with Idaho. But as far as avarice is concerned, you got yore part of th' eleven hundred.
human
Might as well, seeing that the hand had been played! retorted Kane.
gpt
What's more, I'm going to keep it. Anybody here think he's big enough to get any part of it?
human
Nobody here wants it, said Roberts.
gpt
Th' boys I had with me, an' Miguel, an' myself have reasons to turn this camp fire into a slaughter, but we're sinkin' our grievances because this ain't no time to air 'em. I'm votin' for less squabblin'. We ain't out of this yet, an' we got four hundred head to get across th' desert. Time enough, later, to start fightin'. I'm goin' off to turn in where there ain't so much fool noise. I've near slept on my feet an' in th' saddle. Fight an' be d--d!