The Snow Walker Page #3

Where did you get this?

What is this?

Sicsic.

What's sicsic?

You catch this?

Where the hell you find this?

I don't even know your name.

What's your name?

No, no...

Not your tag.

Your name.

What do I call you?

Kanalaaq.

Kanalaaq.

Charlie.

Charlie?

Nice and easy.

Here we go, Cherry.

Look alive.

Fishing camp.

Huskies.

What are you doing?

Lunch.

Why? Don't you ever eat, Cherry?

Don't call me that.

How long you been up here?

Couple months.

It's different, isn't it?

How big you think it is,

the territory?

Half a million?

Million miles?

You know, you could put all of

Europe in here three times...

and still have room for Greenland.

What are you talking about?

Charlie was where he

was suppose to be.

Why is Shep sending

people to Bathhurst?

Maybe the plane's

under the water...

crashed on the sand

or something.

How'd the barrels

get on the beach?

Right.

Somethin' else happened.

You know?

Maybe it was murder.

Maybe the Huskies killed him.

Then they ate him.

Then they ate his plane.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

Let's go find the poor

son of a b*tch.

Here. A little souvenir.

What are these little things?

Old boots.

Old boots.

Want some water?

Here. Do you want some?

Water.

Hot.

Water?

Drink.

Drinking is "imec"?

Water is "imac"?

Drink... "Imec".

What's that?

Water... "Imac".

I'm not gonna remember all this.

Hey!

What are you doing?

What?

Fix it.

No... not right now.

Wait!

I need those.

Come back!

Kanalaaq!

Come back!

What about up here?

North of Slave Lake.

... have already covered that...

I don't give a damn.

I'm telling you where

I want you to go.

Fine.

Pierce?

Do the Back River...

in case he cuts straight down.

Why would he?

Shep?

Hello, Mrs. Holladay.

This is Walter Sheperd.

I work with your son.

I don't know exactly

how to say this.

I always hoped I'd never

have to make this call.

Want some fish?

Your, um...

You got something...

What are you making?

For you.

No you don't have to do that.

At least...

these boots are still fine.

Put a few stitches in them,

they'll take me a few more miles.

You should rest.

You know?

Alright. That's it.

Gotta go back.

Maybe we should push a little bit.

No.

Look at the gauge.

We got the fuel.

Just 5 more minutes.

Look at the gauge.

What do you think this is, a game?

What are you, some kind of boy scout?

What are you talking about, Pierce?

Think I don't know

what's going on here?

You think I don't really

see what's going on?

Why don't you just come out

and say it? Say what?

You don't wanna find him!

You... you dumb ass kid!

Charlie Holladay's dead.

He was an arrogant, selfish

son of a b*tch who got sloppy...

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