North Star Page #4

White men.

- We have to go.

- Don't touch me.

If you stay here, they will kill everyone.

- Let's go, come on.

- Don't touch me.

Let's go.

Let me go.

Come on.

No, no!

Quick.

Yap-yap-yap.

- He says he didn't...

- I know what he said.

I can see it in his lying face.

Go look for tracks.

I found tracks.

We go while they're still fresh.

Hey, wake up.

Wake up!

Stop!

Wake up!

Wake up!

Don't sleep. Wake up, wake up! Hyah!

Hyah, yap-yap, yap-yap.

I just hate this goddamn snow.

Christ.

You mean all this time

we've been chasing an empty sled?

He's been dragging us along

behind a goddamn empty sled.

I should have known,

you goddamn Indian.

What are you trying to do, kill us?

- I'll kill him, I'Il...

- Smiley, take it easy.

Come on.

No, we shouldn't trust him.

I'm gonna kill the son of a b*tch.

I'm gonna shoot his red ass off.

You're gonna shoot him, eh?

The same way you shot the half-breed?

Come on, Reno. He's just an Indian.

Go ahead, half-wit.

I bet he drops you right here.

I thought we were business partners,

I thought we were friends.

Friends? You shitbreath.

I'll kill you for that, Reno.

- I'll kill you for that.

- So shoot, goddamn it.

Shoot! You killed the half-breed,

we wouldn't be here.

Go ahead, shoot everybody.

I'm looking forward to hell.

- He's just an Indian.

- Heh, heh, heh.

What's wrong with you?

He's just an Indian.

Goddamn it. Goddamn them.

Goddamn that dog.

Goddamn that dog.

- Goddamn Indian.

- He's crazy.

I'll kill them. Everything.

Goddamn.

Goddamn.

Nobody dies until I tell them to die.

You should eat.

Please?

- I didn't mean to harm anyone.

- Well, you did.

I had no choice.

They were trying to kill me.

- You tried to kill Sean.

- No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

I tried to talk to him.

With a knife to his throat?

I told him to stay away

from the North Star.

The North Star?

Well, that's his.

- It doesn't belong to him.

- Yes, it does. He bought it.

Because the owner died?

Exactly.

Well, I am the owner.

Do I look dead to you?

The North Star

belongs to those Indians...

...who gave you warm clothing

when you were freezing.

I filed a claim to protect them

from McLennon.

Whoa!

I'm Henry Pruett Johnson.

Colonel of the United States Army,

Fort Michael.

Military commander

for the territory of Alaska.

As of this moment,

the town of Nome is under martial law.

So you see, it's not that simple.

- I'm sorry, but I don't believe you.

- What?

I mean, Sean isn't like that.

He cares for me.

He's not what you think.

You haven't listened to anything.

You don't understand

why I'm doing this.

No, you're right, I don't.

- I don't think you're being honest.

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