Mother Lode Page #2

You see? You got a plugged fuel line.

A guy in Vancouver

said it was the fuel pump.

- Did you get it fixed?

- Of course.

Yeah, well, then it ain't the fuel pump.

The engine's gotta have gas to run,

you know.

What the hell was plugging it?

Just a piece of crap.

Bad gas, maybe.

We got a energy crisis, you know.

Well, don't stand there with your thumb

up your ass. Turn her over.

- I don't know what to say, exactly.

- Well, then say something approximate.

My name's Elijha, who the hell are you?

Jean Dupre.

What are you going upriver for?

We're looking for a friend.

You know, it seems like every couple

of years, we get a whole flood of you guys.

What do you mean?

Well, I seen the gold dredge

in the back of your plane.

You know, there's a lot of old placer claims

up on Dease Lake.

Nope.

We're going all the way to Headwaters.

Listen to me.

Stay the hell out of that country.

Why's that?

A lot of good folks go up there

and don't come back.

About three weeks ago, a fella from one

of the big mining outfits flew in there...

- What kind of a plane did he have?

- Well, it was a floatplane. A lot like yours.

He never came out.

Did he say

where he was going exactly, or...

Didn't hardly say nothing.

Just Headwaters. Same as you.

Elijha,

what do you think happened to him?

I don't think nothing.

That's how I got to be this old.

Your coffee's about as bad as your gas.

Well, I guess maybe I'll see you upriver.

Hey, hey, wait a second.

Hope you folks find

what you're looking for.

These mountains keep a secret

pretty good.

Hey, thanks. We owe you.

You owe me nothing.

Have a salmon.

There it is.

How do you know it's the right lake?

Look, it's the right lake.

Son of a b*tch.

- What? What's wrong?

- He's not here.

There's no plane.

You're not gonna try to land here, are you?

Piece of cake.

Andrea!

Jean!

- Are you okay?

- What happened?

- What happened? What happened?

- Hang on. Just hang on.

Tie this off.

Hope you swim better

than you can fly.

What did we hit?

We hit the goddamn water.

If I could have just kept the nose up...

- Listen.

- What?

Shh!

There. Hear it?

Bagpipes?

I think it was coming from farther up.

Hello, in the cabin?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Jean.

Who be you?

Hi.

I'm Jean Dupre, and, uh, we had a little

trouble with our airplane so we just...

What might your name be, lassie?

Andrea.

Just Andrea?

Surely,

you were brought up better, girl.

I'm Silas McGee, late of Inverness,

late of the Rio Maran...

...Joburg, Balmoral, The Klondike...

...and presently of the Cassiar,

as you can clearly see.

How do you do,

Andrea Whatever-Your-Name-Is?

Spalding. Andrea Spalding.

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