On the Ice Page #4
- I ain't scared.
- Good for you.
This kinnaq here has a problem
keeping his mouth shut.
You ever turn me in,
I guess I have a few things
to say to the cops as well.
Get the f*** away
from my house.
What the hell
are you doing here?
Leave me alone, man.
I thought you said you were
done with that sh*t, man?
- What about your kid?
- What about it?
- I talked to Uvlu.
- It's probably not even mine.
- Get the hell out of my way.
- You know that's bullshit.
- Get the hell out of my way!
- You ever come her again...
what? What the f*** are
What're you gonna do?
Ugh!
Ugh!
Chill out, man!
You didn't do it!
You didn't kill him!
I did!
H... he hit you
with the shovel...
You went down and...
Oh, man.
He... he...
he was gonna hit you again.
So... so I tackled him.
I don't know, man.
I... I guess I had
your knife in my hand and...
After... after you got up...
You... you thought that you...
I'm sorry, bro.
Where's your rifle?
It's in the shed.
Is it clean?
I think so.
You didn't fire it?
Oh, ah, I did.
When we were out there,
I saw someone and
I just tried to get
their attention so I shot.
I guess I just
forgot to clean it.
It's okay. I'll clean it.
If the weather holds,
I think I'll go out tomorrow,
bring home some natchiq
for the freezer.
I want you to come, too.
I can't.
Yes you can.
Dad.
What's been going on with you?
You have to talk to me, son...
No mater what it is.
Aivaaq can come, too.
We'll swing by
and pick him up in the morning.
We'll stop here for lunch.
Bring that grub box up
and help him.
Let me see your rifle.
Kept that in good shape.
You know that used to be mine?
It was my dad's.
Yeah. Before that it was mine.
He won it for me.
- Really?
- Yeah.
We used to run dog teams
a long time ago,
on trap lines.
We were maybe 15 or 16.
My dogs were always
faster than his,
and I sure used
to let him know it.
So one time
he challenged me to a race,
no way I could lose,
so I bet him my rifle.
He ran the race in front of
maybe half the town one morning,
and my god-damn dogs were the
slowest I've ever seen 'em...
he won by a mile.
I found out later
he snuck over to my house with
some walrus meat that morning.
Fed it to 'em till
they were about to pass out.
Holy sh*t, was I mad at him.
He never did
give me a rematch though.
I'll race you for it.
Let's go up on that ridge
and see far open water is.
Now you're gonna
tell me what happened?!
- What did you get my son into?!
- I didn't mean to!
- What did you do?!
- I didn't!
You lied! There's a knife
wound in his neck!
- What did you do?!
- Dad, it was me!
What?
I killed him.
It... it was an accident.
Why didn't you tell me?
We... we were scared.
I'm sorry.
Oh, son...
Take the battery
from the boat...
Tie it to him real good.
I can't tell you
what kind of person to be.
It's your decision.
I thought he'd look different.
Where are you going?
To get my machine
so we can take him back.
Get away from him!
What are you doing?
I'm serious. Get away from him!
We can't keep lying.
I'm done
doing it your way, Qalli.
- Don't... don't do this.
- Shut up! Move over there!
- Put it around your feet.
- No.
I'll do it!
Throw it back!
Aivaaq. Hey, look at me, man!
You don't want to do this.
Why didn't you tell me?
Man...
You... you smoke that stuff
and you... you just
screwed up our lives.
Yeah, I did.
Well, we can't leave him back here again.
It's not gonna work.
- I know.
- All right. So me and you...
We can take him back
and just tell them the truth.
You know, I killed him.
No.
Hey! What...
what are you doing?!
I'm bringing him back.
No, you didn't kill him. I did.
You said it yourself.
I got high.
I started the fight.
I pulled my knife.
He's not dead because of you,
it's because of me.
If you go down for this,
I'm finished.
I... i'm not gonna
let you get away with this!
I'm gonna tell!
Who do you think they're gonna
listen to this time?
Even now your dad's
Aivaaq, no!
All this time
you're going around
telling lies
and making sh*t up.
I thought you were
doing it to protect me.
You're not
such a f***ing saint.
I'm not.
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