human
SO-LONG, BUCK!
gpt
Before you go, Buck, I want to tell you that you needn't jolly yourself into thinking your death will be avenged. It won't. You noticed what I wrote; and there isn't a scrap of my writing anywhere in the country to catch me up-- Ward's thoughts went to Billy Louise, who had some very good samples, and he stopped suddenly. He was trying not to think of Billy Louise, to-day.
human
Also, when somebody happens to ride this way and sees you, I won't be anywhere around.
gpt
This is the tree, he added, stopping under a cottonwood that flung a big branch out over the narrow cow-trail they were traveling.
human
The chances are friend Floyd will be ambling around this way in a day or two, he said hearteningly.
gpt
He can tend to the last sad rites and take charge of your horse. He's liable to be sore when he reads your pedigree, but I don't reckon that will make a great deal of difference. You'll get buried, all right, Buck.
human
I can't spare mine,