North Star Page #2

Get him, come on.

Get him out. Get him out.

McLennon. Go home.

Go home.

Just leave.

You dogs.

Hey. Halt.

- What the hell's happening?

- These men are stealing from us.

They're thieves.

- Well, that's better.

- McLennon, what's happening here?

These foreigners came into my saloon

and started tearing the place apart.

- Liar. You started this.

- Let's have some order here.

Order? You call this order?

- He's planning to take over all our claims.

- Take it easy.

He's starting a war.

- Look, I'll handle this.

- You will?

Ha.

You may own the town, McLennon,

but you don't own me.

We'll be back, McLennon.

Don't fight, Bjorn.

Come on. Come on, let's go. Go.

McLennon.

I'm gonna have to report this

to Colonel Johnson.

A barroom brawl?

It seems like a local matter to me, but

if it's a little too big for you, sheriff...

McLennon,

I'm not gonna have violence here.

These foreigners, they ain't gonna stand

by and watch you wipe out their claims.

And between you and me,

Congress ain't gonna approve it either.

And there's talk about an audit

of the Claims Office.

I'm sorry, Sean,

I gonna have to report this.

Well...

Sheriff, I guess you gotta do

what you gotta do.

Reno, Smiley, come on,

we got work to do.

You brought the white man here.

They killed my grandfather

because of you.

I'm sorry.

But I had nothing to do with it.

- Why did you steal our cave?

- I didn't steal anything.

Why do they say

it's yours then? Why?

- I claimed it to protect it.

- You claimed it for the gold.

As long as I have this,

the cave is still yours.

We don't need you

to protect what's ours.

You can't protect yourself from them.

I know these men. They crave gold.

To them, it's just another mountain.

Sooner or later, they would have come

to find and destroy it.

And you are half of one of them.

And you will destroy us.

NAKKI:

How do you know?

Besides...

...they think I'm dead.

Goodbye, uncle.

"Normann Olsen, deceased.

New owner, Sean McLennon.

Dominique Tropini, deceased.

New owner, Sean McLennon."

"Hudson Saanteek, deceased.

New owner...

...Sean McLennon."

What the hell?

Damn.

What is it, Smiley?

We got a problem.

Not now.

A big problem.

- Sean, what the...?

- Big time gunfighter, huh?

- What do you want?

- Just some broken-down bum.

Get out.

Get out, now. Now.

He's dead, huh?

The guy's dead?

Hey, I saw the Indian. He's alive.

I bought that mine because I thought

you could do something besides this.

Now, I'm in deep sh*t.

Deep sh*t.

I want that half-breed dead.

You're a bum.

I thought you shot him.

Hey, maybe I missed. I, uh...

Square piece of garbage.

My Sarah.

Read aloud.

Make me a willow cabin at your gate,

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