Timberjack Page #2

He can't walk. Make him use my team.

I need the exercise.

Tim... things will seem better

in daylight.

Sure, Lynne. Sure.

You feel dandy, Chipman?

Come here, Ole.

Ole, I think you're

a pretty strong fella...

.. with that axe handle. Without it,

you're a no-good pinhead. Ja. Ja. Ja. Ja.

Someday, somebody will pound it into

your skull. Are you a killer or a klutz?

Ole, turn him into macaroni.

Go on!

By golly, Chipman, here's axe handle!

I once know a girl in Fargo,

North Dakota, was stronger than that!

All right, Ole, come on!

Ole!

That's a pretty good trick

to pull on a halfwit.

If you're that smart with men with brains, maybe

you'll get somewhere in the lumber business.

I might run you out of this country,

too.

What do you want, monsieur?

I'm Tim Chipman. How we know,

monsieur? Ask your boss. Ask Riika.

Tim!

Tim! Riika!

I got here as soon as I could.

I was afraid you didn't get my message. Papa Clay

died right after I come back from sending the telegram.

Yeah, I heard.

Ah, it hasn't changed a bit.

Your papa loved this room.

Who did it, Riika? Who killed him?

I don't know, Tim.

That's the truth. I don't know.

It was Brunner, wasn't it?

Maybe.

They've been fighting

two or three years.

Much worse than the old days. Brunner told

me Dad was getting full of linsey-woolsey.

Have you had a fight with him

already? So soon?

Ole. I tried to take a hand car through the

barricade. He and a couple of his buddies.

Riika, who did it? Who killed Dad?

Brunner told the sheriff he thought

it was someone here in this camp.

Dirty liar! All my French Canucks are good,

honest boys. Did the sheriff believe it?

I don't know.

Maybe yes, maybe no.

Maybe half of it.

Brunner and your papa started fighting when Brunner

closed the railroad and tried to steal our men.

Papa chased Brunner's men

off the north boundary track and...

Brunner tried to buy your papa out.

Did he try to buy the whole outfit?

I told your papa he was crazy not to

take it. $67,000 Brunner offered him.

Papa kicked him in the pants and chased

him off the place with a Winchester.

What a guy! I'm glad you told me that,

Riika. Makes me feel a little better.

Then Papa went to Noken Lake

to crew some trees we'd been logging.

We looked for him all day Thursday.

Friday morning, one of the fellas found him three

miles out on the west road, crazy in the head.

He never came out of it.

He died...

It's getting late, Tim. Tomorrow

we've got to go to Silver Junction.

You go all that way round to get the timber out?

Brunner's blocked the railroad. I got a payroll to meet.

I do the best I can.

Now that you're here, I can help you like

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