human
Psha'! What's the use'n beatin' around! he said half-defiantly.
gpt
They're chasin' Curly to lynch him for shootin' up the Kid.
human
You best have a drink on me--for the good of the house, he said.
gpt
I'll take rye.
human
Say, that beats the devil! he cried.
gpt
I'll sure drink with you. No one sooner.
human
Splendid, he smiled. Then as the other passed glasses and the bottle, he went on:
gpt
Tell us about it--the racket, I mean.
human
Wal, I didn't get it right, he said, raising his glass.
gpt
Here's 'how'! He gulped down his drink and set the empty glass on the counter.
human
Y' see, I was handin' out drinks when the racket started. They were all muckin' around with them four sluts that come in town the other day. Guess they was all most sloshed to the gills. First thing I know they were quarreling, then some un got busy with a gun. Then they started chasin' Curly, an' I see the Kid lying around shot up. It was jest a flesh wound, an' I had him boosted out to his own shack. His partner, Pete--they struck a partnership, those two--why, I guess he's seein' to him. 'Tain't on'y a scratch.
gpt
Pity, he said, his eyes turned again to the blood-stained floor.
human
I s'pose it was the women--I mean the cause?
gpt
Pity? he laughed brutally.
human
Wher's the pity? Course it was the women. It's always the women. Set men around a bunch of women and ther's always trouble. It's always been, and it always will be. Ther's no pity about it I can see. We're all made that way, and those who set us on this rotten earth meant it so, or it wouldn't be.