North Star Page #3

What are you gonna do?

- Look, I'll talk to Sean...

- Sean, he'll be here sooner or later.

And do his best to kill me.

Do you understand that?

You don't know him.

Look, he'll listen to me.

Why are you trying to help me?

You could have let me die out there

and you didn't.

We'll leave tomorrow.

Before they get here.

Where to?

Nome.

Sean McLennon, owns 10, now 11

of the richest strikes on Anvil Creek...

...and he didn't file the original claim

on one of them.

Nothing wrong with transferring a claim.

Happens all the time.

The original owners

of McLennon's transfers are all dead.

Here. And here.

Here, this Indian.

Eyewitnesses saw him alive,

here in town.

That makes things

a little more slippery now, doesn't it?

I'd say a lot more.

Well, you best find him, and the girl.

- Well, now, this matter really...

- Sheriff.

Take three of my men

and go after that posse.

Inform them of the martial law decree.

And order them

to return to Nome immediately.

- Get up, get up.

- Hmm?

- Why?

- Get dressed, they're here.

No!

Sean.

Sean, listen. You have to listen to me.

You have to...

- Kill him.

- No!

No!

Tell them to stop, please.

No, Sean, you can't.

You mustn't shoot him.

No, Sean, please.

Stop it! Stop, stop shooting.

Please, please, stop it!

Out of the way.

Blow him up.

Sean, please. He didn't mean any harm.

He just wants to talk to you.

He told me.

What are you wearing?

What did you do with him?

You f***ing whore. You whore!

I don't know what you're thinking.

How can you say that to me?

Gwill! Gwill!

Oh, no. Jesus Christ.

He's getting away.

Kill him! Put the dogs on him.

Please, please, Sean. I don't know

what's wrong with you. Please, please.

Please. Please, Sean,

just take me back to Nome, please.

Please, Sean.

Just take me back to Nome, please.

- Take me back to Nome, please.

- Let me take her back.

Please.

What?

I'll take her back. She'll freeze out here.

I mean, I gotta take

Gwill's body back, anyway.

I mean, a posse

ain't no place for a woman.

All right?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's great.

Why don...

Why don't you take her back to your sled

and you keep her...

You keep her warm.

Maybe you like to f*** her like that

half-breed, would you like that?

Let's finish what we came to do.

You're right.

Run.

Run out there to die

or I'll kill you here?

I didn't come out here to kill any woman.

Shoo.

Shoo.

Whoa.

Hey, what's that over there?

That's a hell of a fire.

It's one of McLennon's boys.

Somebody shot him

in the back of the head.

How old you think this fire is?

A couple hours at most.

Whoever did this, sergeant, can't be far.

Come on. Hyah!

Wait!

Wait, please! Stop!

Hyah.

Hyah.

Go on.

Go on, come on.

Go on.

Whoa.

We'll leave the horses here,

follow up on foot.

That bastard.

That bastard.

It goes to the end of the canyon.

Well, that's good.

That's the only way out.

Let's get there first.

- Ah.

- Ah. McLennon.

Well, well, Lamont.

What a pleasant surprise

to find you out here like this...

...in the middle of all this natural beauty.

Boys?

What happened back there at the cabin?

Ah.

You found old Pete, huh?

Goddamn half-breed,

they shot him right in the face.

The half-breed shot him in the face?

He, um...

He ran out and old Pete went to grab him,

and bang, right in the face.

Where's Sarah?

Sarah, well...

We're out looking for them now.

McLennon, Nome is under martial law

right now.

Martial law, is that right? Heh, heh, heh.

- Yup.

- Really?

Ah. Well, well, well.

Well, we'll be getting back there

as soon as we find them.

Seeing as how you boys

will all be there...

...seeing that it's nice and safe

and martial and all.

I'm sorry, McLennon,

but I'm taking over from here.

And I'm ordering you and your men

to go back to Nome.

You just tell us which direction

the half-breed went.

- I'd rather not.

- No, I'm the law around here, McLennon.

Not you.

Yeah, Lamont.

You're right. You are the law.

The man is right, he is the law.

Look out.

Hey, what the hell?

- Please.

- All right.

Let's get to the dogs.

What is it, Tonga?

Very good.

You can see things, track,

command dogs.

Speak English.

You understand what I say.

You didn't need me here.

You're a half-breed, just like him,

aren't you?

Who was it, your mother?

Your father?

I won't tell anyone.

No, you won't.

- Afraid of a wolf?

- No.

But that half-breed's watching us.

That half-breed killed him.

- That's right, that half-breed killed him.

- Smiley, get the dogs ready.

Smiley, get the dogs ready.

You killed him, didn't you?

I just said the half-breed killed him.

- You saw him?

- Yeah, sure.

Oh, something's funny in there, Sean.

Where'd you think you were taking us?

- What, are you starting to question me?

- It's time I go back.

Half the mine is yours. You put your

feet up for the rest of your life.

Don't you think that's a little late?

I'm going home.

Don't ever touch me again.

I'm coming apart.

You can't leave without me, you know.

You're the only friend I got.

You gotta trust me.

We'll go.

And in deciding this issue...

...the Miner's Association declares

all foreign claims void and illegal...

...and open to restaking by the citizens

of this frontier gem we call Nome.

Americans. God's children.

And in so doing,

we rid ourselves of these scavengers...

...that have cost me so very much.

The life...

...of a woman that I loved very deeply.

Killed by a savage.

And the lives of my trusted friends...

...who bravely tried

to help me save her.

And here in Nome, your oasis...

...among you, right here,

there are savages.

Some are red, some are harder to spot.

But they all want the same thing,

and you know what that is, don't you?

What do you have that they want?

And when will they try to take it?

Maybe tonight.

Maybe next week...

...maybe next month, but one night,

when you're sleeping...

...they'll come take what's yours,

because you're alone.

But from this day forward,

you are not alone.

We are not alone.

Macbeth said:

"When our actions do not...

...our fears, we will fight against..."

- What?

- Sean McLennon.

You're under arrest

for the murder of Sheriff Lamont...

...Deputies Ross and Graves...

...and three soldiers

of the United States Army.

- What are you talking about?

- We have an eyewitness.

The Indians saved her life

and brought her here.

Take him away.

Citizens of Nome.

Citizens of Nome.

People of Nome.

I'm also here to inform you

that meetings such as these...

...with obvious intent

to cause disorder...

It's all over.

- Thank you.

- Get yourself some rest.

Congress has declared that all claims,

past, present and future...

...by all miners, American and foreign,

will be honored.

- Can I have my own room now?

- Of course you can.

You can have anything you want.

- Where is McLennon?

- He's in jail.

I wanted to say goodbye.

So did I.

- What's going on here?

- Haven't you heard?

The whole bloody beach

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