human
They sure named you right, son, he said.
gpt
We'll 'tend to P. Casey, soon's we've 'tended to you. You need fixin' if you're goin' to take us to him. You'll have to hoof it till we cut fair trail. Sam, fetch me some adhesive, will you? An' then saddle up; Pronto fo' me, a hawss fo' yoreself an' rope a spare mount.
human
What for? The spare?
gpt
Don't know for sure. May have to bring him back.
human
A sheepman to Three Star! I'd as soon have a sick rattler around. Mormon, yo're elected to nurse him.