Yellow Rock Page #3

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I took him trapping one day.

He was fooling around...

and went chasing after possums.

He fell into a river bed...

Before I knew it...

the river had him...

by the time I got to him...

He was only 8 years old.

I am sorry, Tom. Truly.

You know I...

I look into the face of death

every single day.

I'd wish I could defeat it,

but I can't.

I try.

Because a person's fate is not

always in our hands.

- Maybe it's time to be different.

- Maybe.

- I sure hope they'll find that boy.

- Me too.

It seems we're more concerned about

than they are though.

You noticed that too?

You do know Dietrich, don't you?

A bit.

But I stay mostly to myself

these days.

Last night they didn't recognize

the sound of wolves.

But they told they were trappers.

- Dietrich told you that?

- That's right.

- That's horseshit.

Good morning.

I need to talk to Broken Wing.

She has a soft spot for that Indian.

I don't trust him.

- I'm just saying.

- Just saying what?

I'll tell you what Hanner, you mind

your business and I mind mine.

- Hey, what's he doing?

- It's gonna help you, all right.

- What did he say?

- He said:
Now you are "broken wing" too.

God damn Indian! Get, get!

Get him out of here!

Relax.

- I don't want his voodoo around me.

- It's all right.

It's gonna hurt an itch a little,

so leave it alone.

Here.

That don't get you luck.

That's poison oak.

Billy just found a place to water

the horses, back up there ways.

Okay, let's see it.

Hold it right there!

Boss!

Get down of that horse.

I said get down of that horse!

Cobb!

How close are we to Falcon's Peak?

This is Falcon's Peak.

You want to find your kin? You go find them.

I ain't helping you. This is horseshit.

What's happening?

Let's go!

McKinley / Johnson

Mining Company

Cobb, get him! Get him!

Don't you move, son-of-a-b*tch!

- What the hell is going on?

- What does it look like?

Looks like you're a goddamn liar.

- Tie him up and drag him.

- No.

Don't you touch him!

Don't you touch him!

Damn, god damn you!

You ain't dead yet?

Hey son-of-a-b*tch,

I'm talking to you.

Hey drunkard, you want a drink?

- Look at this.

- Come on, move it down.

Warning!

McKinley / Johnson

Mining Company

Give me a hand.

I got it.

I got it, I got it.

Wait up. Watch it!

There, Roscoe.

Hurry up, Roscoe.

Son-of-a-b*tch.

- That old man was right.

- Damn!

How much you figure we got here?

More than enough!

Look at this.

- I can not believe!

- Have you seen?

This is gold!

Pure gold.

Go.

Let's start get this on the horses.

I ain't leaving.

Come on, move it!

Move it!

Boss!

Boss! That Indian is gone!

Boss, that Indian is gone!

Boss!

That Indian is gone.

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