human
At the Flying U, he went on, looking at Luck pensively,
gpt
Sure it's right! Luck's sympathy was absolutely sincere.
human
How well I know it! Barbed wire scraped me outa the saddle in Wyoming--barbed wire and sheep. All there is left for a fellow is to forget it and start a barber shop or a cigar stand, or else make pictures of the old days, the way I've been doing. You can get a little fun out of making pictures of what used to be your everyday life. You can step up on a horse and go whoopin' over the hills and kinda forget it ain't true. A wistfulness was in Luck's tone.
gpt
You pick out the big minutes from the old days--that had a whole lot of dust and sun and thirst and hunger in between, when all's said--you pick out the big minutes, and you bring them to life again, and sort of push them up close together and leave out most of the hardships. That's why so many of the old boys drift into pictures, I reckon. They try to forget themselves in the big minutes.
human
About the biggest minutes we get now come about meal times.
gpt
Oh, we can get down in the breaks on round-up time and kinda forget the world's fenced clear 'way round it with barb-wire, Andy bettered the statement.
human
But round-up gets shorter every year.
gpt
My next picture, Luck observed artfully and yet with a genuine desire to unbosom himself a little to these two who would understand,
human
We used to have some, sighed Andy,
gpt
The West--the real honest-to-goodness, twelve-months-in-the-year West, Luck went on riding his hobby,
human
Luck stopped to light a cigarette and to heave a sigh.
gpt
I've been building film West to order for four years now, and more. Only fun I've had, and the best work I've done, I did with a bunch of Indians I've just taken back to their reservation. For the rest, it's mostly bunk.
human
Not that stage-driver picture, Andy dissented.
gpt
There wasn't any bunk about that, old-timer. That was some driving!
human
Some driving, yes. Sure, it was. It was darned good driving, but the same old story doctored up a little. Same old shipment of gold, same old bandits lying in wait, same old hero doing stunts. I ought to know, he added with a grin.
gpt
I wrote the story and did the stunts myself.
human
Well, they were some stunts!