human
An' don't _look_ nothin', neither,
gpt
Grub piled. Squaw she say hurry.
human
There's room for five--supposed to be--in my car, said Miranda.
gpt
An' there's four of us an' six to come back. The other car's in use. How we goin' to manage it?
human
Mormon c'ud take the Nicholson party on his lap, if she ain't too finicky,
gpt
Molly'll ride in with me, said Sandy.
human
I'm goin' over early on Pronto an' take the white blazed bay along that Molly rode over the Goats' Pass.
gpt
Ride in?
human
She wrote she was jest waitin' fo' the minute she c'ud climb into a real saddle, astride a range-bred hawss,
gpt
She won't be dressed for it, travelin' on the train,
human
I've got a hunch she will, Sandy answered simply.
gpt
They got their own private car. If she ain't, why, Sam can ride the bay back. But me an' Pronto, the bay an' Grit are goin' thataway.