text_original: "Maybe. But I'm no thief," retorted Neale. "Shut up, will you?" shouted Coffee, who plainly did not take kindly to that epithet before the gathering crowd. "I'm no thief... Men get shot out here for saying less than that." Neale laughed. He read Coffee's mind. That worthy, responding to the wildness of the time and place, meant to cover his tracks one way or another. And Neale had not lived long with Larry Red King for nothing.
text_transcription: MAYBE BUT I'M NO THIEF RETORTED NEO SHUT UP WILL YOU SHOUTED COFFEE WHO PLAINLY DID NOT TAKE KINDLY TO THAT EPITHET BEFORE THE GATHERING CROWD I'M NO THIEF MEN GETS SHOT OUT HERE FOR SAYING LESS THAN THAT NEIL LAUGHED HE READ COFFEE'S MIND THAT WORTHY RESPONDING TO THE WILDNESS OF THE TIME AND PLACE MEANT TO COVER HIS TRACKS ONE WAY OR ANOTHER AND NEIL HAD NOT LIVED LONG WITH LARRY RED KING FOR NOTHING
phonemes: "mˈeɪbiː. bˌʌt aɪm nˈoʊ θˈiːf," ɹᵻtˈɔːɹɾᵻd nˈiːl. "ʃˈʌt ˈʌp, wˈɪl juː?" ʃˈaʊɾᵻd kˈɔfi, hˌuː plˈeɪnli dɪdnˌɑːt tˈeɪk kˈaɪndli tə ðæt ˈɛpɪθɪt bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə ɡˈæðɚɹɪŋ kɹˈaʊd. "aɪm nˈoʊ θˈiːf... mˈɛn ɡɛt ʃˈɑːt ˈaʊt hˈɪɹ fɔːɹ sˈeɪɪŋ lˈɛs ðɐn ðˈæt." nˈiːl lˈæft. hiː ɹˈiːd kˈɔfiz mˈaɪnd. ðæt wˈɜːði, ɹᵻspˈɑːndɪŋ tə ðə wˈaɪldnəs ʌvðə tˈaɪm ænd plˈeɪs, mˈɛnt tə kˈʌvɚ hɪz tɹˈæks wˈʌn wˈeɪ ɔːɹ ɐnˈʌðɚ. ænd nˈiːl hæd nˌɑːt lˈɪvd lˈɔŋ wɪð lˈæɹi ɹˈɛd kˈɪŋ fɔːɹ nˈʌθɪŋ.