North Star Page #3

And call upon my soul within the house;

Write loyal cantons of contemned love,

And sing them loud

even in the dead of night;

Twelfth Night.

Shout your name

to the reverberate hills.

And make the babbling gossip of the air

Cry out, "Olivia!"

O, you should not rest

Between the elements of the air and earth

But you should pity me.

No way he's still in town.

I'll go back and burn down

the whole goddamn Indian village.

- Reno said to look out for him all night.

- Oh, Reno.

While he stays in bed.

Goddamn.

Goddamn, I killed that Indian.

You've gone too far, McLennon.

You want the cave?

Deal with me.

Leave the Indians alone.

You got that?

They have nothing to do with it.

It's just between you and me.

- Get away from him.

- Aghh!

Get out! Get out!

Reno! Quick!

Reno! Someone...

Quick, help!

Quick, someone's attacked Sean.

Stay here.

Help, Smiley, quick!

Help me, help! Get off.

- Don't move.

- Reno, please!

- Put your guns down, I'll kill her.

- Reno! Reno!

Let me go. Stop!

Get off me. They'll kill you.

Will you get off?

- What's going on?

- You gotta help me.

- What are you doing with her?

- What're you doing? That's my sled.

Help! Help!

- Stop, don't shoot!

- Sean, help!

No.

Sean!

Get the sleds ready

and get the goddamn tracker.

- You mean, the Indian?

- Yeah, the Indian.

Make sure Sean's sled's ready.

- You forming a posse?

- No, going fishing.

Don't forget his rifle.

- Of course we're forming a posse.

- Any money in it?

You two help get the girl back...

...I'll make sure

you never look at another mine.

All right.

- You can't go alone.

- Hey, Annie. Annie, we're gonna be rich.

Stay down.

Please, someone help!

- Help, somebody, help!

- Shut up.

- Stop!

- Stay down.

- Hold on, McLennon.

- You're late, aren't you?

You know, a posse ain't legal

without the law behind it.

Stay and do your job.

- Hyah, hyah, hyah.

- Hyah, hyah.

- Come on, let's go.

- I'm coming.

Halt! Stop!

Come back!

Smoke!

Come back!

Help! Help!

Where are you running to?

There's nowhere to go.

Give me your hand. Give me your hand.

I won't hurt you.

Hold on to me.

Go, go!

Come on! Hyah! Hyah!

Stop!

- Please, sir.

- Hey, hang on.

Please, hang on.

Oh, God. Please.

I'll take you to someplace warm.

What's going on?

The girl jumped out, she ran down there.

He brought her back, then continued.

- I can't wait to kill that Indian.

- He's not an Indian, he's a half-breed.

- What's the difference?

- Let's go.

- We don't want you here.

- Help me.

- You bring nothing but trouble.

- Leave me alone!

White man's trouble.

Help me.

You bring death.

Don't worry, she'll take care of you.

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