North West Mounted Police Page #2

You're making a mistake.

-The law is in the Northwest now.

-So is this fellow.

You can't fight the whole

British empire?

50 mounted police, only 50.

ln all Canada, only 500.

We got many thousand half-breed.

Big Bear and Crow foot

got 10,000 warrior.

The lndians won't follow Riel.

Maybe they follow Jacques Corbeau.

lf you bring back that killer

you'll deserve what you get.

You're a great old wolf, Duroc.

l'd hate to see you

hang with that coyote.

-24 hour Jim, we want answer.

-You'll get it,

if the wires to Ottawa stay up.

The wires, she'll stay up.

Just 24 hours.

Don't get them tangled

around your neck.

-You think Corbeau no come, eh?

-He will if he smells blood.

Maybe he smell blood

pretty quick.

Your blood!

Pull him down!

We're gonna fight!

lf we want Corbeau,

we'll be getting Corbeau.

The redcoat be skinned

pretty easy.

lf we want Riel,

we'll get Riel!

-Didn't Jim ask you to stay here?

-Yes but...

Take your hand off that bridle!

Stand clear.

Let go of that bridle!

Shorty! lt's a boy!

A boy Shorty!

Don't you want to see your son?

A boy! Hang loose!

Out of the way!

My son he ask for see me.

Good for him!

Tod McDuff!

l just have baby!

Remarkable.

-Hello, Tod.

-Hey, Jim.

Thanks for keeping Shorty covered,

but l'm glad you didn't shoot.

l was of a mind too

but l was afraid l'd drop a stitch.

She not very big.

How you make sure that's boy?

Black Chief.

That's chief.

Look, Jim.

l just got baby boy!

That's a fine papoose.

l've got to tell my wife

about this.

-Hello, April.

-Hi.

l'll have to get Shorty's baby

a rattle for that timing.

The baby arrived hours ago.

-Then you get the rattle.

-You rattle me enough as it is.

Hold still Niska.

Roll up my sleeve Ekawe.

l will.

How can you deliver a baby,

set a broken leg and look

lovelier than a Christmas

calendar all at once?

You're quite a picture yourself,

you'd look good in a golf frame.

-Better in the same frame.

-Let's make it a family album.

Let's water the horses. We must

get Duroc's message on the wire.

Right.

When you look at Ronnie even

his hair stands to attention.

There's a contrary streak

in the Logan breed.

-We just know our own minds.

-You don't know your own heart?

-l don't intent to listen to it.

-You will.

You're leg will be just as straight

as sergeant Bret's back.

-Tell you what our plans are...

-Jim!

l've been transferred to

Nova Scotia.

Nova Scotia?

What's that's where

codfish grow, isn't it?

Orders are orders

in my branch of the service too.

Niska! You mustn't eat that.

Your tummy will turn to stone.

Like your heart.

-l just don't understand.

-You'll never understand Jim.

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