human
Hank whispered, with a wink,
gpt
And, springing to his feet, he slapped the Indian on the back and cried noisily,
human
Come up t' the fire an' warm yer dirty red skin a bit. He dragged him towards the blaze and threw more wood on.
gpt
That was a mighty good feed you give us an hour or two back, he continued heartily, as though to set the man's thoughts on another scent,