Timberjack Page #3

I helped your papa. I'll help YOU, Riika.

We'll do what Dad couldn't finish.

Bonjour, Monsieur Tilton. Is

Tim Chipman here? He's inside.

Hello, Swifty.

Tim, I just hurried up here

to tell you that my client Croft Brunner

will present an offer to buy you out.

Well, thanks, Swifty. Sit down.

Don't let him know that I told you.

With Lynne so dependent on Brunner's goodwill...

Swifty... Just what is the deal between Brunner and Lynne?

Economic convenience, purely and

simply. It seemed like more than that.

No. Lynne is shrewd. Brunner is

an important citizen in this area.

Do I detect a rebirth of that elusive

emotion referred to as love?

Swifty, you were going to tell me

about Brunner's offer. Tim...

Have I the confidence of the son of

an honoured father? I never saw you.

Before you sell to Brunner, you must know

about the High Chilco grant, north of the Nobs.

The last great stand of timber in

these parts. The forest primeval.

Murmuring pines... bearded with moss. In the twilight

stand like druids... They'll stand for a long time!

The original grant stipulated that

no timber could be cut for 100 years.

Brunner found an old law which limits the government

restriction to 50 years. Then Chilco is clear.

Chilco is clear.

How much do you think it's worth? To Brunner, $250,000.

It'll make his outfit the biggest in the north.

To you, nothing. You can't log it. If I paid off my

railroad assessment? He'd think of something else.

The Chipman troubles have not come

about by fate. He's got you bottled up.

Sell, but make him pay.

Don't be stubborn like your father.

And end up in a box. We could both

end up that way. Sell out, eh?

No, Swifty. I'll take a look at the

High Chilco first. Just like your father.

I don't know why I was daft enough

to think different.

"He dies only half who leaves

an image of himself in his son. "

HORSES APPROACH:

Fortunately, it's Lynne.

Good morning, Tim. Lynne. Croft and Ole are coming

up here. I know. You'd better get going, Dad.

I'm going, my love. What's with Brunner?

Swifty's an old friend of mine...

The courage and wisdom necessary for the practice of

law and equity do not exist where my client is concerned.

I will go out the back door. But remember, son,

you're in a war here. Brunner plays for keeps.

Explain nothing, deny everything,

demand proof... and don't listen to it.

Tim, did he have a drink?

No. No, he didn't even ask for one.

He must like you. He drinks too much when he has

something unpleasant to do. Like Brunner's hatcheting?

Well, here he is. I'd better go.

Lynne, thanks for the visit,

short as it was.

The shorter it is now,

the longer it can be next time.

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