North West Mounted Police Page #6

Logan!

Tod, report to the OC.

He'll swear you in.

Aye Him. Daughter of Beelzabub,

l know how to handle a woman.

l told you to keep away

from this fort.

Pretty soon

you'll no be boss no more.

Get out of here!

Wait a minute!

Where did you get that ring?

What you care?

Logan, l want to talk to you.

l warned you about that klootch.

-My personal business is my own.

-She's a thieving little...

l ought to wipe your jaw for that.

Don't be a fool.

-lt's because she's part lndian.

-No! Because she's all bad.

You'd lose your eyebrows

if l married her, wouldn't you?

-Why?

-Why not?

-l don't see why all this...

-Do you know who she is?

-l know who she's going to be.

-She's Jacques Corbeau's daughter.

Look out!

lt's April!

What happened?

Call the hospital orderlies.

Get the doctor!

Put that man out there.

Take this one first.

He's dead.

-Corporal take charge of the body.

-Dr. Roberts. This way sir!

-There's two of them in there.

-Gently, he's badly hurt.

-Who is it?

-l don't know!

Corporal!

Clear these people.

-Come on!

-Let Miss Logan through!

How'd it happen?

Constable Fenton.

-Where did you find him?

-On the Red Berry trail.

l was on my way to a case.

How long were they lying

there before you found them?

-lt happened just before l got there.

-Did you hear firing?

-Did you see any tracks?

-Some red river cart tracks.

l couldn't tell how many horses.

-What Fenton able to say anything?

-He said something about a gun but...

Constable Fenton, what happened?

Wagon train, sir...

Carrying a...

Gatling gun.

-A Gatling gun?

-Somebody running guns to Duroc.

-Did you recognize the men?

-No, sir.

But funny foreign looking saddle.

Fenton,

can you describe the saddle?

Did it have a big silver horn?

Biggest

l ever saw.

What the boy saw was

a Mexican charro saddle.

Probably ridden by the man

l'm after, Jacques Corbeau.

Corbeau?

Have the bugle sound

boots and saddles.

-Patrol of 20 men.

-Yes, sir.

Good job Miss Logan.

Better stay at the fort.

Batoche is not safe.

Thank you but l have several

patients in my hospital.

l wish l was one of them...

-Boots and saddles!

-Come on!

No member of the force shall discuss

the situation with any civilian,

except in being in the

regular line of duty.

Alright. Bedrolls and kit bags

on the wagons at once!

Don't let the grass grow under you.

Come on!

On the double.

Get 'em out there.

Pick 'em up. They won't bite.

Be sure you put that

on the horse Logan.

-One keg of horseshoes.

-Right.

Don't forget the nails this time.

You can't sew them on.

-Right.

-And an extra wagon pole.

-That breaks you'll pull it yourself.

-Right.

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