North West Mounted Police Page #8

l give you all the fight you want.

Yes, mama.

-You know Louvette Corbeau?

-l know no one like that.

Well, l guess that's right.

-You want something?

-You know Louvette?

-Yes.

-Of course.

-Louvette Corbeau?

-Sure. Come on.

Are you hungry?

No.

You don't feel good, huh?

l feel alright.

A man's brain can be sick.

He goes on breathing

and living until he rots.

My heart wants you so much.

She all the time say your name.

Ronnie, Ronnie...

l should have torn your tongue out

the first time l heard you say that.

No, we go away Ronnie.

Way up to far North.

To land of little sticks.

Nobody don't find us there.

One man l can't get away

from even there.

A filthy rat that can't

stand the sight of his own face.

Me.

My love, l make you forget.

Forget?

l ought to...!

You want to kill me?

l'm too much of a coward

even to do that.

Because l love you.

Two wild geese go north.

Hello, Ronnie.

Why you come here?

l was just passing by.

lt looks like this war

is kind of bogged down.

You come here for hurt him?

Nothing l say could hurt him any.

lt's already been said.

-What's been said?

-Don't listen to him, Ronnie.

l want to know!

Well,

that you ran from your post

and you're hiding out like a skunk

and haven't got what it takes

to go back and swallow your medicine.

-Does April say that?

-No.

She figures you're dead.

She knows if you could even crawl

you'd get back there to face 'em.

Don't listen to him!

lf you go back they kill you.

She may be right.

The militia's brought in martial law.

You know the Mounted Police

are a great body of men.

For years they've been through hell

without a yellow mark against them.

l'd hate to see April's brother

be the first to chalk one up.

Make him go away.

He just talk crazy lie for you.

-l'm heading for Batoche, coming?

-No, Ronnie, no!

You coming?

What for?

l'm already buried in the grave

of every man killed at Duck Lake.

-They're bound to find you.

-With your help?

No, they don't never find.

l fix so you don't tell nothing.

l won't turn you in,

but April's got a right to know.

Why don't you let me stay dead?

Because you're not a coward.

Whiteman, ride horse

with white face.

Go quick, Crow.

Go get him.

Viva Canadian womens,

fly my heart, fly high!

Viva Canadian womens,

who has so sweet the eyes!

Who has so sweet the eye!

Who has so sweet the eye!

Ronnie?

He's gone to Batoche.

l loaned him my horse.

Ronnie!

Ronnie!

Ronnie!

Ronnie...

Kill...

Kill...

Kill...

How much l morn for you...

Love does funny things

to people.

Captain Gower

of the Canadian Militia

is here to help us get what facts

we can concerning the ambush

at Duck Lake

before the General

convenes his court martial.

Yes, sir.

l'm the one to blame.

Not my brother.

l sent her to him,

sent her to warn him.

Miss Logan,

none of us are on trial.

We're only trying

to find out what happened.

l should have known Louvette

would lie to him.

-That she...

-That she was in love with him

and would persuade him

to run away with her.

That's not true!

Ronnie wasn't afraid of anything.

lf he's alive, he'll come back.

l'm very sorry but the evidence

we've gathered is conclusive.

Sergeant, you are personal

assignment is to keep after Logan

until you've place him under arrest.

Yes, sir.

-That is all!

-Capitan Gower...

-What is it?

-l don't know. Someone got killed.

Fall back!

Fall back there!

Constable Logan reporting.

Ronnie!

-Who is this man?

-An American Peace Officer,

Texas Rangers.

ls this Constable Logan's body?

-Yes, sir.

-l don't understand.

This boy was captured. Look at

his wrists where the thongs cut in.

They thought you ran away...

The man has been bound certainly.

l don't know how he got loose

but when l saw him he was free.

Maybe he could have got back

to report but he didn't.

Because there was something

he wanted

more than he wanted

his own life.

-What do you mean?

-l mean the Gatling gun.

What did Logan have to do

with the Gatling gun?

The half-breeds had it on the bluff,

commanding the south approach.

We saw what happens to troops

who rush a gun like that.

But the kid could rush it because

he was on the inside of their lines.

Now you all decided

he quit his post.

Where l come from

we don't jump to conclusions.

lt's liable to be

a fellow's last jump.

l can tell you every move

the boy made.

And l can tell you this,

if you'd had 3 more men like him

you'd have put down

your rebellion in 24 hours.

He got their boats in the river

to pull the crew

away from the gun,

then he got a horse

and dragged the gun off

riding like a bat out of hell.

The half-breeds spotted him

but he got the bluff above the river.

Bullets were as thick as flies

but they didn't stop him

over he goes, horse, man, and gun

rolling like a Texas

twister over the sheer drop.

That's where l find him.

That's where you'll find the gun

at the bottom of the river.

He never gave up.

He never quit.

He never ran away from anything

because it wasn't in him to run.

He just kept going on like

l think you'd want him to.

Constable Logan shall receive

the highest military honors.

l'll mention Logan's bravery

to General Middleton.

Where were you all this time?

l was squeezed under a log

so tight l was

breathing on the installment plan.

Shall l include that in my letter

to your Texas Commandant?

l hope you won't. l'll be

in trouble enough without Corbeau.

Dusty!

You're an angel in leather.

l'd look funny with leather wings.

l'm sorry l misjudged a brave man.

Yes, we...

all are.

Sergeant!

You will deliver prisoners

Riel and Corbeau to Regina.

-Last stop before Regina.

-Long way to ride

-before a hanging.

-They don't think so.

You be tying a wet knot.

Eight days with them

traveling 200 miles.

Cold molasses could move faster.

Thank you.

-Where's Jim?

-Went riding with April.

lf l should disappear,

you know, vanish

will you tell April

l'll be back for her?

lf you're as blind on the trail

as you are with your lassie

you'll never find your way back.

l could never manage

one of these contraptions.

lt's a shame to waste it.

Either the hand of fate or

someone thinks

you ought to shave?

Well?

No, one maybe can get through,

but there's no chance for two.

Find your own finish.

l'm ready for mine

whatever it may be.

l'll have my knife back now.

l give it to you!

No, sunny side up.

Now we're heading back for Texas.

l hid your horse under that

silver mine you call a saddle.

Just a minute, cowboy!

Going somewhere?

Don't look like

l'm going very far.

Come on out, April. lt's nobody

but Dusty taking a little ride.

Just trying to get away from it all.

Can we ride a little way

with you, Dusty?

Why yes, ma'am.

Do Canadians ever go

snow blind in the summer?

We're all a little blind sometimes.

l'm not.

There's talk some fellow may try

to get Corbeau away from us.

-How's that again?

-lt's only 100 miles

from the Montana border.

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