human
I haint never shot er man in cold blood erfore, but I reckon I've got ter do hit now, he said sullenly.
gpt
Yo' know too damned much erbout sartain things what don't consarn ye.
human
If they don't concern me--as I am willing to admit--why waste a bullet? answered Donald, mentally sparring for time.
gpt
As a law-abiding citizen I might reasonably feel that you still ought to be put out of existence; but, it's no hunt of mine, since I'm not a federal officer. I haven't any particular desire to get a bullet through me, and I know perfectly well that you don't care for the thought of adding the crime of murder to the misdemeanor of illicit liquor making.
human
I haint erfeerd ter shoot ye, blustered Judd, and added significantly,
gpt
Yo're body wouldn't never be found, and yo' wouldn't be ther first pryin' stranger what got lost in these hyar hills, and warn't never heard of more.
human
Admitted. But what's to be gained in taking the chance? I'm ready--yes, anxious--to give you my word of honor that I'll forget what I've stumbled on here this afternoon. Come, be reasonable, Judd.
gpt
Wall, ef you'll swa'r thet ...
human
I do, broke in Donald with undisguised eagerness.
gpt
I solemnly swear never to tell a soul about the existence of this still, so help me God. There, I hope that satisfies you. You need not be afraid of my not keeping my oath, but just the same, I think you're a fool to do this. You're almost sure to be caught at it, sooner or later, and a federal prison isn't a particularly pleasant place.
human
I don't reckerlect hevin' asked any advice from _yo'_,
gpt
Well, I don't expect that you'll follow it, answered the other, as he scrambled to his feet.
human
And since we don't seem to hit it off very well together, I guess I'll be starting along.
gpt
No yo' won't ... leastwise not yet! Judd's words came with crisp finality, and were reinforced by a quick movement of his rifle to the hip.
human
I haint through with ye yet, stranger. Last year I warned ye fair thet this hyar mountain war an on-healthy place fer ye. 'Pears like yo' didn't believe hit, but I means thet ye should this time. Erfore yo' goes I'll hear ernother sworn promise from ye, an' I reckon yo' kin guess what hit air.
gpt
I can. And you're not going to get it. No, by God, not if you put a coward's bullet into me for refusing, burst out Donald, with his pent-up anger breaking its bounds at the other's dictatorial demands.
human
I agreed that what you did with your time wasn't my business, but what I do with mine, is. And I don't take orders from you in the matter, understand?