human
Evenin', gents, he greeted them, his voice husky, inclined to hiccough.
gpt
This here is one hell of a town, Bourke! They've took away my guns an' told me to be good, they're sellin' doughnuts an' buttermilk down to Regan's old joint, popcorn an' sody-water over to Pap Gleason's! Me, I tote my own licker an' they don't take that off 'n my hip. You don't want a good man out to the Three Star, Bourke?
human
I never saw a real good man the shape you're in, Wyatt. Sober up an' I'll talk to you.