North West Mounted Police Page #3

l was counting on being

home by the 4th of July.

-Your birthday?

-No, my Uncle Sam's.

lt's an American holiday.

Yeah. The States sort of set up

housekeeping for themselves.

After being hatched

and protected for 150 years.

-Don't mind him. He reads a lot.

-We stuck to our mother, that's all.

lt's a wise child that

knows its own mother.

A wiser one that appreciates her.

Good night Sheriff.

Good night.

But l still want to be home

by the 4th of July.

Have your saddles ready for

marching orders in the morning.

There may be action.

-Lights out. Good night.

-Good night.

Action tomorrow. You hear that?

Look, he's a Redcoat at heart.

ls that the Rangers full dress?

Undress.

Very good!

Why do you carry two guns?

One don't shoot far enough.

-l'd like to visit Texas some day.

-You can.

Canadians get over to our

country too once in a while.

l'm after one of 'em now.

-Good night.

-Good night.

Good night.

That second red river cart

looks like it had the mumps.

Wait. l'll talk to them.

-Good afternoon.

-How do you do?

What's in the carts?

-Take a look. lf you want.

-No, you have no warrant.

These aren't ordinary times, mister.

Rare wheels for a red river cart.

Open it up! Come along!

Pull the hide off.

Holy cat! Look at this!

Why did you do that?

We could have taken them prisoner.

There was no need to shed blood.

You're splattered with it too, Louis.

You can't back out now.

Get going!

Advance!

Get up there! Come on!

-Well?

-No word yet sir.

Fur!

Buy from me please.

-You buy these white ermines?

-No!

Buy from me please.

Furs. You buy these

pretty white ermines?

What l got here is

very fine, very young.

What you got is the oldest

thing there is,

only the original sale

was for an apple not a fur.

l no sell this for apple.

Stranger! l wouldn't buy

any furs from that Beelzebub!

-She steals them!

-You tell lie!

Somagun Scotch lndian!

-l think l kill you.

-Heathen.

l'll take you across my knee

and tan your hide.

-l kill you!

-Oh you would!

Let go my hair! Let go!

l'll get you for this!

-l'll skin you for this!

-You're gonna get it!

Let me go!

Take her hands off her

or l'll beat your teeth out!

Logan!

Tod, report to the OC.

He'll swear you in.

Aye Him. Daughter of Beelzabub,

l know how to handle a woman.

l told you to keep away

from this fort.

Pretty soon

you'll no be boss no more.

Get out of here!

Wait a minute!

Where did you get that ring?

What you care?

Logan, l want to talk to you.

l warned you about that klootch.

-My personal business is my own.

-She's a thieving little...

l ought to wipe your jaw for that.

Don't be a fool.

-lt's because she's part lndian.

-No! Because she's all bad.

You'd lose your eyebrows

if l married her, wouldn't you?

-Why?

-Why not?

-l don't see why all this...

-Do you know who she is?

-l know who she's going to be.

-She's Jacques Corbeau's daughter.

Look out!

lt's April!

What happened?

Call the hospital orderlies.

Get the doctor!

Put that man out there.

Take this one first.

He's dead.

-Corporal take charge of the body.

-Dr. Roberts. This way sir!

-There's two of them in there.

-Gently, he's badly hurt.

-Who is it?

-l don't know!

Corporal!

Clear these people.

-Come on!

-Let Miss Logan through!

How'd it happen?

Constable Fenton.

-Where did you find him?

-On the Red Berry trail.

l was on my way to a case.

How long were they lying

there before you found them?

-lt happened just before l got there.

-Did you hear firing?

-Did you see any tracks?

-Some red river cart tracks.

l couldn't tell how many horses.

-What Fenton able to say anything?

-He said something about a gun but...

Constable Fenton, what happened?

Wagon train, sir...

Carrying a...

Gatling gun.

-A Gatling gun?

-Somebody running guns to Duroc.

-Did you recognize the men?

-No, sir.

But funny foreign looking saddle.

Fenton,

can you describe the saddle?

Did it have a big silver horn?

Biggest

l ever saw.

What the boy saw was

a Mexican charro saddle.

Probably ridden by the man

l'm after, Jacques Corbeau.

Corbeau?

Have the bugle sound

boots and saddles.

-Patrol of 20 men.

-Yes, sir.

Good job Miss Logan.

Better stay at the fort.

Batoche is not safe.

Thank you but l have several

patients in my hospital.

l wish l was one of them...

-Boots and saddles!

-Come on!

No member of the force shall discuss

the situation with any civilian,

except in being in the

regular line of duty.

Alright. Bedrolls and kit bags

on the wagons at once!

Don't let the grass grow under you.

Come on!

On the double.

Get 'em out there.

Pick 'em up. They won't bite.

Be sure you put that

on the horse Logan.

-One keg of horseshoes.

-Right.

Don't forget the nails this time.

You can't sew them on.

-Right.

-And an extra wagon pole.

-That breaks you'll pull it yourself.

-Right.

One coil of rope.

You boys can sure slap

a saddle on pronto.

Come on!

On the double!

Fresh team for you Miss.

lnspector's orders.

-Thanks. l can hitch them.

-lf you say so ma'am.

Fall in!

-l'll hook 'em up for you Miss.

-Thank you.

Back up here you lucky horse.

lt belongs to the Mounted Police.

-They're pretty good, aren't they?

-They're the best.

-My name's Dusty Rivers.

-lsn't that a contradiction?

l expect you've never

been to Texas, Miss...

-Miss...?

-April Logan.

-April? You're not fooling?

-No.

Here's your horse, sergeant.

Head 'em out.

Group mount!

Reform ranks!

Eyes right!

Eyes front!

At ease!

Make much of your horses!

April, l'd rather you didn't

go back to the town.

Sergeant, what part of

the parade do l ride in?

l'm sorry,

you're not going with us.

-April, with Riel on the warpath.

-l'm sorry too,

-but l am going with you.

-Corbeau is wanted for murder here.

He belongs

to the Mounted Police now.

He belongs to whoever

catches him first.

Hi, sis'!

Let your brother kiss you goodbye.

ln the line Logan.

l'll be glad to tend to any

unfinished chores for you.

There are some things about

you that l don't like.

-You're not exactly perfection.

-This isn't Texas...

Jim! l think l'm capable of deciding

who l'll kiss goodbye.

l'm not sure that you are.

-You ought to obey him.

-Do you?

-Not always.

-Your judgment's good enough for me.

-Patrol all present, sergeant.

-Very good.

-Patrol ready to march, sir.

-Pick up the trail at the scene.

lt'll probably take you

to Big Bear's camp.

-Yes sir. March them off.

-Very good sir.

March!

March!

Sections right!

Right!

Wire from Headquarters, sir.

Sergeant Bret!

Patrol halt!

-Dismiss you men, sergeant.

-Beg your pardon, sir?

-Dismiss your men.

-Very good, sir.

-Sergeant Field, take over!

-What the..

Dismiss the patrol.

Sections left about!

-What's up?

-We're staying here.

Not me, amigo.

l'm gonna get Corbeau.

lf you ride through that gate

l'll place you under arrest.

-You can try.

-Sergeant!

lnspector's complements: Will you,

Mr. Rivers and McDuff report at once.

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