North West Mounted Police Page #3

Until something

beats you to your knees.

Don't get yourself

all over plastered.

-You love me.

-You see?

You don't ask.

You just make statements.

Well, do you love me?

l might but l don't want to.

Help me, will you?

You're fine and right for yourself

and for the service but

-anyway, l'm leaving.

-Running away?

-l'm no heroine.

-All Anglican nurses are heroines.

l don't want to be bravely

smiling goodbye to my husband

every time he puts down

a rebellion or

goes on patrol to the North Pole.

l just wouldn't let him.

When do you leave?

-Next month.

-We'll see.

Anything in the regulations about

you always getting your woman?

No, but there should be.

l gave the horses some water.

Have some yourself.

l'll be there in a minute.

l wish you'd think what it

means to us if you leave.

l'll have plenty of time

to think in Nova Scotia.

Sure. What's time to a codfish?

But l'll track you.

To Nova Scotia, Afghanistan...

or anywhere, because l still

think we belong in the same frame.

Niska, do you think l'm a fool?

So do l.

You'll make somebody

a good wife someday.

ln the meantime we'll need you

as a Mounted Police scout.

Duroc is my very good friend.

Nearly every night for 30 years

we've played pinnacle together.

You can't be on both sides.

McDuff, you don't scout

for the Redcoats?

-You don't turn against me.

-My father was a Highlander.

They helped knit the Empire together

and l'll have no hand in

unraveling it.

The inspector will swear you in

at Fort Carlton in the morning Tod.

24 hours Jim.

You and me,

like brothers Tod.

Aye, that we are.

But l cannot fight against the Queen.

Flesh of the snake.

Blood of the skunk!

You don't fight with us,

maybe you don't fight with nobody.

lt would twist my soul

to fight against you Dan.

But l cannot fight

against the Queen.

-Jerry.

-Yes?

Cover up for me after mess.

l've gotta get out.

Next time tell that klootch

to bring a friend.

Ottawa can't possibly act

on these demands in 24 hours.

B0 atoche will boil over

and scald half of Canada.

Rotten business.

lf the lndians rise they'll be

blood from here to Baffin Bay.

Come on!

Gates closing for the night!

Everybody out.

Civilians outside the stockade!

Get going, Uncle Blue Owl.

-Come on. Come on.

-Hurry it up there.

Hurry it up.

-Where can l find the head man?

-Headquarters over there.

Keep moving. Everyone out.

Hey you!

Who's that? Gabriel?

No civilians allowed in

the stockade after retreat, mister.

-You'll have to come back tomorrow.

-Thanks.

Hold him for me, will you soldier?

He's part bull and don't like red.

A man from Texas, sir.

My name's Dusty Rivers sir,

Texas Rangers.

l landed up here following

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