human
When do we rustle next? asked a squatting figure.
gpt
We been layin' low too long, an' my pile has done faded; I wasn't lucky, like you, Trask, an' the sheriff, he said, looking at the trail-boss.
human
Next time a bank is busted _I_ aim to be in on it. You fellers can't hog _all_ th' good things.
gpt
Don't do no good to talk about it, snapped the trail-boss.
human
Kane names them he wants. Trask an' me was robbed of half of our share--I ain't forgettin' it, neither. An' as for th' next raid, that's settled. As long as all of us are in it, you might as well know. We're cleanin' up on McCullough's west range, an' there won't be much of a wait.