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The immortal pen of James Fenomore

Cooper

brings you thrilling tales of

excitement.

Blazing action on the early American

frontier.

Stirring adventures filled with the

daring and courage of Hawkeye.

First of the long rifles and his blood

brother Ching Nutachk. Last of the

Moheakans.

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I'm sorry, Hawkeye. Wings of Young Bird

tire quick. No reason to apologize,

Greg. We've been setting the right good

pace. There's no reason why we can't

rest a while. You don't have to on

account of me.

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Wings of Old Bird get much tired, too.

Eight days on trail make young brave

much tired. Especially when he's only

used to walking around the streets of

the town. Oh, I like the forest, but

it's so strange.

Well, Meville's only a spit and a holler

from here, lad. Change ain't that. I was

just thinking

before Pod died, he kept saying as soon

as he got up out of bed, he'd take me

along these trails himself.

Sort of makes me feel all alone. Well,

you're not exactly alone, Greg. You got

an aunt and uncle waiting to make a new

home for you. And everywhere you look,

you'll be seeing places that your mom

and Pa loved. Besides, not every young

one gets a silver mine left to him. You

and Chinichkook are real kind. I'm glad

the governor sent you to take me instead

of anybody else.

Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get

going. That is, of you resting enough.

Good breath.

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Cover.

Get behind

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in forest. Steven fireball. Have I stay

down?

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You stay behind. Treat.

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Brave warrior. Run like frightened deer.

Yeah, an engine. I just got a glimpse of

him. Not enough to be able to recognize

him again. How about you? No, too much

cover.

You know, he seemed to be shooting at

the boy.

My brother think that Indian make ambush

only on boy? Whatever we think, we

better not let on to him. He's scared

enough as it is. Can I come over now?

Sure, Greg.

Some of those shots look like they were

meant for me. Oh, I don't think so,

Greg. I think it was probably some

renegade Indian who just naturally hates

everybody.

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Hawkeye

blood trail. We follow.

I'd sure like to, but I think it's best

we get the boy on to Meville. Come on,

Greg. Let's get going.

You know, Ham and the boy here kind of

resemble each other. Yeah. Almost like

Greg was her son instead of her nephew.

And he's going to be my son. The one I

never had. Yeah, mine too. Just like you

was my own flesh and blood boy. He

wiggled your tri's cobbler. Boy, it's

the most mouthwatering in meatville.

Say, Mr. Bailey, you had any trouble

heres with renegades or outlaws? Oh, no.

We got civilization here in Meville.

Most of the folks hereabouts, they hunts

or traps. Rest of them works in the

silver mine. The one Greg's inheriting.

Yeah. Yeah. I've been managing it for

the boy's father. I hope Greg's going to

keep me on. You bet I will. I wouldn't

know how to run the place myself.

You're not one to be asking idle

questions, Hawkeye, especially about

outlaws and renegades. Just outside of

Meatville, we become the object of some

rifle fire. Ching Cookook was a might

quicker. Whoever it was ran off with a

rifle ball in his leg. Oh, probably one

of them heathens from the Kauga village.

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Who's that? Oh, name's Long Knife. He

helps around the house. Works at the

mine, too.

That leg of his appears to be bothering

him some. Yeah, he hurt it in an

accident couple of weeks ago. Never

complains about it none though. Two

weeks ago. Yeah, must have been that.

Ain't that so?

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Long nightife. My friend Jingut Cookook

here is a good medicine man. Why don't

you let him have a look at your leg? No.

Let more he can touch me.

Well, I guess if a man doesn't want to

be helped, that's his privilege. Well,

long knives are nicquay. Maybe that's

the reason. Akquay and Moin are same. If

hurt, need help.

It's a mighty nice supper, Mrs. Bailey,

but me and Ching Cookook have got to be

getting along. Oh, but it's not finished

yet. I've still got the animal to serve.

Well, if you'll save us a piece, then

we'll be sure and come back again. Are

you heading straight back for the

capital? Gosh, I thought you were going

to stay around for a while. That we are,

lad, but we've got to deliver some

letters to the garrison. Well, you'll

find Captain Milbour at the block house

down to the end of the street. Thanks,

Mr. Bailey.

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My brother, I feel dark storm ahead.

Yeah, man-made storm. Chinguk, do you

notice that airquise buckskins? There

was a small hastily made patch on one

leg on same leg as limp. Could have been

made by a rifle ball. It looks like we

may have more to do here than just

deliver this mail.

I can't go along with your suspicion,

Hawkeye. I've heard Bailey speaking

about that boy, bursting with pride,

just like a father expecting the arrival

of a firstborn son. That's a mighty

touching picture you're painting,

Captain. You really think Baileyy's the

sort who'd get sentimental over a boy

who's a stranger to him? They're not

strangers. He's the boy's uncle by

marriage. Greg doesn't even remember

seeing the Bailey's before. You sure

you're not imagining things, Hawkeye? A

man doesn't agree to make a home for an

orphan boy, then try to kill him. Silver

and gold have away at twisting the best

intentions to murder and violence, even

among blood kin. And I'm not imagining

that Greg owns a whole silver mine

that'd be Bailey's if that engine's

rifle ball had found its mark. You're

making a good case against Bailey

Hawkeye, excepting for one thing. It's

based on a patch on a pair of Ikcoy

buckskins. It's more than that, Captain.

It might prove that long knife wasn't

hurting the mine two weeks ago like

Bailey said. Mr. Bailey is a respected

citizen in this community, and his word

carries a good deal of weight. You bring

me more than your suspicion, then I'll

take action. You've got your job,

Captain. I've got mine. I promised the

governor that I'd see the boy through to

safety. I'd say you'd accomplished that.

He's no longer your concern. Well, if

you don't mind, Captain, I think me and

Chinggook will stick around and keep an

eye on the boy till we're sure he's

safe.

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Pull strong, even. Then you shoot

straight. Son,

I just thought you and your new friend

would like some of this cobbler. Oh,

nothing that hit the spot better.

Thanks, Anma.

You are a little bear.

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This is great.

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Go on, sink your sweet tooth into it.

Little bear like

this. More better than May's honey cake.

See, I told you. Well, what's going on

here? Picnic.

Hey, M. You know that this fancy stuff

will spoil Greg's appetite for vitals.

He ought to be eaten.

Well, ain't the end of the world. Didn't

mean for you to stand there with a

halfeaten cobbler. Go ahead. Finish it,

both of you.

Where do you two latch on to each other?

Just outside the settlement. He's a

Kauga chief's son. Oh, Redclouds boy,

eh? Well, I'm glad to meet you. That

does my heart good to see you found a

friend, son. Make you feel at home all

that sooner. Little bear happy he find

friend, too. Well, I hate to be busting

up your pleasure, but Greg's got some

work to do. You know, around here,

chores comes first. We all got to pitch

in and help.

Thanks for teaching me how to shoot

straight with this. Will you come back

tomorrow? Little bear come when friend

want him.

He's a nice boy for an Indian.

Uh, I got some supplies to pack. I want

Long Night to help me. You get on over

to the mine. Tell him to meet me at the

trading post. Oh, and Greg,

take the shortcut that I showed you.

Yes, sir.

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Come in. Morning, Miss Bailey. We came

by to see Greg. Well, he won't be back

for a while. Mort sent him to get Long

Knife.

We promised to say goodbye to him before

we left. Which way did he go? Did you

think we could catch up with him? He

took the shortcut to the mine, the one

over the hill. Thank you, ma'am.

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We better get to that boy before long

night does. We hurry.

Heat.

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Heat.

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Hey, Greg. Wait.

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That was awful close, Greg. That was a

trap. It was meant for me. Somebody's

trying to kill me. But who? Nobody knew

I was coming this way except Anka Mort.

He told me to come this way. Young brave

not stampede. Much easier to kill if

alone in forest. But I've got to get

away. Hide someplace. The safest place

for you is home. I've got no home. Well,

I'm not so sure about that. You just

stick real close to your aunt Emma. Keep

quiet about what happened out here

today. But Uncle Mort will be there,

too. Well, we we don't have any proof

that he fixed this trap. sides will be

around to keep an eye on you. Lone wolf,

never attack whole herd of buffalo. Wait

for stray, then attack.

You meant when you said you keep an eye

on me. If I didn't, we wouldn't be here

right now.

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Where's Greg? Out playing with his

Indian friend. Amber, it just don't seem

right for that boy to be always hanging

around with an Indian. There's no harm

in him enjoying himself as Little Bear.

There's lots of other boys you can make

friends with right here in the

settlement.

Yeah, maybe I better go and have a talk

with him. Mort,

you really like him, don't you? Of

course I do, Emma. I'm the boy's uncle,

ain't I? Then you won't let any harm

come to him. Now, why would I let any

harm come to him? Right after my brother

died, you acted

sort of like the mind belonged to you.

And it would work the boy out of the

way. Amber.

Oh, Emma, you can't believe what you're

saying. You know how I feel about the

boy. Like like he was my own son.

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Heat.

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Hey, heat. Hey, heat.

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Why we wait? I feel smell of death on

wind. Bailey can't afford a cold-blooded

killing. He's got to make it look like

an accident. I reckon he's going to give

himself plenty of time to get clear

before it happens.

Oh, here we are, Greg. Now, something

here I want to show you. Uh, look,

you'll find a candle over in the next

tunnel just over against the wall. Bring

it here, will you, son? Oh, uh, here's a

flint and steel. You may as well light

it.

There you are.

may not understand white man's law. We

know Bailey want to kill young white

brave, but my brother say we must wait

for proof. What good is proof if young

white brave is dead?

I can't find it, Uncle Mort. Well, just

keep looking. It's around there

someplace.

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Good boy. Greg. Greg. I'm over here.

Come here. Quick. Hurry, my brother. Get

out of the mine.

It's no use. We can't hold it much

longer. The whole mine's able to cave

in. We've got to get out of here.

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Young brave.

I don't know where he is. Greg.

Greg.

Must have got scared and run off.

We just got out of the mine as it caved

in. Greg must have got scared and run

off. Thought I'd better come and report

this to you before we went out looking

for him. It's a hard thing you're asking

me to believe, Hawkeye. The boy's own

uncle. Bailey's no blood relation to

Greg, and he wants that silver mine bad.

You'll have to bring formal charges

against Bailey. I'd be glad to. Captain

Captain Milbour, my nephew Greg. What

about it? He's been kidnapped by the

Kyogas. I don't believe it. Look, if you

don't believe me, you can ask Swanson or

Carter or McKinley here. They all saw

the Kaogas go on off with Greg.

There was nothing we could do. We were

only a handful against all them savages.

We figure it's a job for the soldiers,

Captain. Maybe. So, maybe. While we're

standing here flapping our tongs, that

boy's being led off deeper and deeper

into the woods. I suppose you're right,

Bailey. All right, I'll send out a

patrol. Captain, if you send soldiers

again, the Kyogas, they'll be bloodshed.

Whatever chance we got of finding, Greg

will be gone. Maybe that's what you'd

really like, Bailey. All I want is my

boy back safe. The best way for that to

happen is to let me and Chingka go after

him. Then the Kaugas won't be sharpening

up their spears and fitting arrows to

their bows. Captain, are you going to

shove your responsibility over onto this

outsider and his Indian friend? We won't

need more than 24 hours, Captain. Very

well. 24 hours it is. After that, I'll

be forced to send in troops. Don't start

timing this until after we're out the

door.

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You come to Kyoga village. Why? We came

to get the white boy. To take back to

white man's village. Young white brave

belong in white man's settlement.

Hawkeye shingiskup.

They're my friends. They come to take

you back to white man's village. Did

you, Hawkeye? That's right. Why young

white brave come to Indian village? You

know why? I had to. Little bear had the

kaugas bring me here to protect me. I

said I wanted to take you back to the

settlement, Greg. Not your uncle.

You go.

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Mort. Yeah. I've got to talk to you

about Greg. Go ahead. Talk. When he

first came, you made me lie about Long

Knight's leg getting hurt in the mine.

Mort, it didn't happen in the mine. He

got wounded out in the woods trying to

kill Greg.

Why would Long Knife want to do that?

Because you ordered him to. Sniveling

fool. That brat's the only thing that

stands between me and wealth. You so

much as open your mouth, I'll break your

scrawny neck.

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What happened to you? I'm wore out.

Plum wore out. We caught up with him.

Had a fight. We got the boy back.

Chingook's wounded. Well, where are they

now? I had to leave him at the Pine Tree

Clearing. Chingkook couldn't go on. The

boy's with them. They need help. I'll

see they get some help.

You tell anyone else about them? No, I'm

too tired. Besides, you're the boy's

uncle. Yeah, I sure am.

Mort

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You take the moakin boy's mine.

Hold it both of you.

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There's your respected citizen for you,

Captain.

You're evil one who helped Bailey.

Take him away.

Well, I reckon you won't have to hide

anymore, Greg.

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I'm sending your husband down to the

capital, Mrs. Bailey. He'll have to

stand trial and serve his sentence

there.

As for you, Greg, I don't know exactly

what to do. I'm all right, but what's

going to happen to Emma? Well, there we

may have to go to the circuit court. I

didn't know. I swear I had nothing to do

with my husband trying to kill Greg.

Well, no one's saying you did, ma'am.

But everyone's thinking it. It's It's

true. I began to think something was

wrong, but I was afraid. I wasn't sure.

But I am sure I love Greg. He's the only

kin I've got in the world.

I I guess you don't believe me. I

believe you, Emma.

We all believed in your innocence,

ma'am. But Greg had to make the choice

for himself.

Eyes of love are never blind. Find trail

in darkest forest.

Join us again at this same time next

week for another of James Fenomar

Cooper's gripping tales of the early

American frontier. Another exciting

adventure of Hawkeye and his blood

brother Ching Cookook, last of the

Moheakans.

Heat.

Heat.

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The immortal pen of James Phenomore

Cooper

brings you thrilling tales of

excitement.

Blazing action on the early American

frontier.

Stirring adventures filled with the

daring and courage of Hawkeye.

First of the long rifles and his blood

brother Ching Nutk.

Last of the Moheakans.

Let me go.

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Leave him alone.

loose.

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He just to learn you not to give me an

old lip when I gives you fair warning.

When he gets on his pins, tell him next

time I come around here and you haven't

cleared out of this trading post. I

won't be asking so nice. Next time I'll

be keeping a musket handy. Shivered at

my boots. Now remember, I've warned you

before. Your trespasses.

Stay and I'll put torch to this place

and burn you out.

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Guess we better move on.

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light early for spring cleaning. Jim,

me and Chingage Cook brought you our

furs. Hello, Hawkeye.

Well, you've been using that face for

wildcat bait. A two-fisted one, Hawkeye.

Six fists, you mean? Sounds like one of

those octopuses in human form. Grasping

everything around us, forcing us to

leave. My brothers say white men have

law. Protect life and home. What law?

Cresins? He's the law now. This whole

territory belongs to him. Well, I always

thought this was free country. Not

according to Cresing's royal grant. Me

and some of the settlers hereabouts

learned that the hard way. A few months

ago, Cressing and his bullies moved in,

claimed ownership to everything, and the

sole right to trade. But we figured what

we built up was ours. Well, I'd say what

you figured was right. Tell it to them

that had their barns and their cabins

burned down over their heads by Cresen's

men. In the last few weeks, not a one of

them dares set foot inside this trading

post. We tried to go it alone, but me

and Priscilla just couldn't do it. You

wouldn't be alone if you had a couple of

partners. Man would have to be out of

his mind throwing in with me. Well, then

I reckon I'm out of mind.

Sometimes Hawkeye say same about me.

Well, now that we're partners, why don't

you get this place in order and me and

Ching Cookook will go out and drum up

some trade.

Good first.

Put down them pelts.

We figured they were for sale. You're

not one of Cresing's men? No, we're

buying for Jim Austin. These pelts ain't

for sale. You saying that cuz you really

don't want to sell them or cuz you're

afraid, stranger? Maybe Jim Austin ain't

warned you, but it's powerful unhealthy

for you even think of doing business

hereabouts.

Here, make heart of settler like water.

Yeah, well, if we're going to be a

success in the trading post business,

appears like we need some legal advice.

That's something the sheriff ought to

know more about than us.

Ah, that Jim Austin, he always was one

for telling stories. Sure, there's been

a fire or two. Maybe somebody falling

down and breaking an arm. There ain't

been a single complaint of violence come

across this here desk since Mr. Crescent

took over. Him not let Austin stay in

Trading Post. That's not the way I hear

it. Austin's a bad businessman going

broke. Going broke shouldn't mark up a

man's face with cuts and bruises. Now

look at here. I'm a busy man. Whatever

Austin told you, don't change the fact

that Mr. Cresing's got a royal grant

signed and sealed by King Charles of

England. Water Titan absolutely legal.

I'm beholden to you, Sheriff, for making

everything so clear. If I ever have any

more questions about the law, I'll know

right where to come.

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That uh King Charles, wasn't he the king

who went to the chopping block for

denying the rights of free men?

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man with furs not go very far. Maybe we

better have a try at him again.

Sometimes a tavern makes a man of

mightite friendlier.

Okay.

A ridiculous alias, I would say.

Sheriff, none of you've heard what I've

heard. Mr. pressing ah mold drink

soothing to the nerves gives one

perspective.

You bumpkins would do well to cultivate

a taste for this. It's always magical in

erasing worries about rumored

reputations.

Sir, this here woodsman and that moakin

don't look like they can be erased that

easy. They ask a heap of questions about

your charter like they don't figure it

was legal.

I'm sure that we have the means of

impressing on them that it is. You uh

you agree, of course, don't you, Vanie?

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problems for a haty drink.

Other settlers stay long time, not buy

anything. They probably haven't got any

money. Maybe Sheriff is right. We waste

our time. Settlers not listen to us.

You know, a man who'd maybe slam his

door in your face, it'd be more polite

if he was your guest in a tavern.

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It'd be my pleasure, friends, to invite

you to have a cup of cheer. Look,

stranger, we don't want no trouble, and

bringing with you is sure to bring us

plenty. Don't be so ungrateful, Hanks.

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It's a rare treat to have so generous a

guest in my tavern. Right. Cozy place

you got here. It would be even cozier if

you and your Indian friend headed right

out of this place and kept on going. You

sound like you not only own this tavern,

but the whole town as well. Lock, stock,

and trading post.

I reckon that leaves the air is the only

thing that's free around here. I figure

I'm breathing all of that I want. It is

a pity. But I'm afraid you'll find the

air here very bad for your health.

I ain't as patient as Mr. Cressing

Hawkeye

get.

I guess you're waiting for my back to be

turned before your patience runs out.

It ain't turned now.

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You not touch guns.

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Okay.

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standing there with your eyes popping

out. Why don't you give your clumsy

friend a hand? He's cluttering up the

tavern.

You make clutter, too. Now go,

You and Hawkeye have the upper hand now.

But if you're in my town tomorrow, I

warn you, you will not live to see the

day after. Go.

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Guess I'll have that cup of tea with you

now.

How about the rest of you,

white man? Drink together in friendship.

Stand together with loyalty. be able to

fight together against all bad men like

Cressing. The Moheakans, right? An easy

thing to say, Hanks. When these two

leave, who protects my wife and

children? You, Mather,

you, Hanks.

But if you don't stick together,

Cressing will break you one by one. I

guess I've been liy livered long enough.

If I can count on you to protect me from

Cressing and Vanie, I'll sell him pelts.

All I got saved in a cabin. I'll give

you my word. Have my price? Same as Jim

Austin always pays. Come to my cabin in

an hour and I'll have him ready for you.

Good. I'll just give us time to tell

Jimmy's back in business. See you in an

hour. Goodbye. Goodbye. Bye.

Oh, put me down. You fool. One customer

don't make a trading post. Oh, but it

breaks the ice. First Hanks, then the

others. Hey, partners.

When first ram lead, rest of flock

follow.

Well, reckon I better find my way to

Hank's cabin. I think you'd better stay

here and keep an eye on things just in

case Cresing decides to pay a visit. He

act like great gentlemen, but we give

him warm welcome.

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Put up your hands high and Easy.

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Justice is swift in my territory,

Hawkeye. And when a man is caught

red-handed with murder, justice is quick

and hanging even faster. All right, take

him out.

You claim the right to a trial, Hawkeye.

I agree. Court is in session. How do you

plead? Well, under your false charter,

you're not only the hangman, you're

judge and jury, too. I take it then you

plead guilty. Didn't you decide that

when you had Hanks killed?

You ain't been very respectful.

What are we wasting our time for? We got

plenty of rope. In a couple of minutes,

that troublemaking tongue of his will be

quiet. Patience, Vanie. Patience. A

hanging should be a stately occasion.

Market Day is less than 48 hours from

now. Hawkeye can not only provide

entertainment, but also a fine lesson to

our beloved settlers.

Well, now that's mighty fitting,

Cresing. Seen as how I intended to pay

higher prices than you.

Very amusing, Hawkeye. Your sense of

humor should give me an added chuckle

when you dance to the hangman's tune.

Meanwhile, he'll be your guest. Sheriff.

Sheriff, uh, you're not exactly my idea

of a genial host, so don't be offended

if I don't accept your hospitality. You

try anything, you'll be so full of

letter to take 10 men to carry a coffin.

But come on,

Arie.

Spread the word. I don't want any of the

settlers staying at home this market

day. An important man like Hawkeye

deserves a large audience.

may not like blood brother gone too

long. Maybe he's just trying to drum up

more business for us. But he say he only

go to cabin of hanks. How far is cabin?

First clearing just north of the

settlement. You lock door. Keep gun

ready. Not let anybody in. I go on trail

of blood brother.

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That owl must be mighty close The sound

so loud.

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Two men stand guard on front door. I

wondered what kept you.

No. Give me your flint and steel.

Give me a chance to get things started.

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Fire. Fire. Fire.

Hey, let me out of here. Wait is on

fire. Hey, hey, fire. Hey, hey, fire.

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I'll take those. Now get in there.

Put me closer tonight.

Uh, three pairs of feet ought to be able

to stamp out that straw.

Who is it? Hawkeye Jim. Open up quick.

Ching Cookook is going to Fort Henry to

get Colonel Hayes. You two are going

with him. But we've nothing to pack.

It's your safety. I'm concerned for

Hanks has been murdered. Cresing had me

all set to hang for it on what he calls

market day. It's the day after tomorrow.

All the settlers come in and sell

whatever they got. Cressing and his men

load him up with drinks and then cheat

him at cards and dice. In that case,

I'll have a little game of my own for

him. My brother not take chance till I

bring back redcoated colonel. Now, the

last place crushing a look for me will

be right under his nose. You'd figure a

fugitive from justice like me'd be long

gone and far away. He might come and

find you. By that time, I hope to have

the settlers convinced they should stand

up against him. Tell the colonel to get

here as fast as he can. Me hope my

brother know what he do. If I don't, I

still might be the main attraction on

market day. Dangling from a tree. Now

get going.

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sword will help impress the settlers of

my position. Sort of like a royal

scepter. Precisely.

The first settlers will be arriving at

the tavern within an hour. Make sure

they start tapping the barrels for free.

I wouldn't be able to stop. Later in the

day, I plan to drop in on Jim Austin.

This time, I'm certain you'll follow my

advice.

Ain't another man in town with spine

enough to come to this meeting. Hawkeye,

make it fast before Cressing gets wind

of it.

If you had your choice, who'd you rather

do business with? Jim Austin or

Cressing? Hanks made his choice. A quick

funeral. You've all got more than just a

suspicion of who made the arrangements.

Yet, you do nothing about it. Most of

you came out here to find freedom. Make

a better life for yourselves and your

families. You can have it, too, if you

just band together and fight for it.

Band together? That's easy for you to

say. You're a woodsman. You can free as

the wind. Go whenever you want. But

we've got to stay here and do what

Cressing and Vanie and the rest of them

tell us to do. He doesn't bother you

much, does he? Not so long as your heads

are bowed and your knees are bent. We've

listened to you long enough, Hawkeye.

Cresing's charter makes him a law here.

The one choice we've got is to do as he

says or lose the homes that we've broken

our backs to build.

Suppose and I can convince you that

Cresing's charter isn't worth the paper

it's printed on. He's just playing on

your fear of losing what you own.

Well, well,

so this is where everybody is.

Two birds with one stone.

a fugitive from murder. My best

customers all gathered together to do

business in my new trading post. I don't

recall me or my partner giving you a

bill of sale. Perhaps you remember you

are a fugitive condemned to die for

murder.

Here's the gallows fruit you lost.

Just a minute, Chris. Just a minute. Get

out of the way. You can't take a man out

and hang him unless you give him a fair

trial. He's already had a trial. I don't

remember any of these citizens on the

jury. Neither do I. Under my charter,

juries are not required. Sort of makes

your charter bigger than King George,

the House of Parliament, and the rights

of free men everywhere. But I'm

beginning to agree with Hawkeye.

You all know what's in my charter.

We granted the family cresing full and

absolute right to that land, its

inhabitants, the fish in the streams,

the rivers, the lakes.

It's signed by a king whose signature

was outlawed more than a hundred years

ago. You lie. Enough of this. Take the

prisoner out and hang him. Nobody's

hanging anybody without a trial. Ingram,

you have just 3 seconds to step away.

Oh, you heard Mr. Cresing.

And as I step aside, I join Hanks in the

cemetery.

I'm within my rights if I order my men

to open fire.

By the time they'd reload, those of us

left Standard and send them to Kingdom

Come.

Very well.

If you settlers step away, I will grant

Hawkeye a trial right here and now.

First, we must select a judge and jury,

and there will be none better suited

than my choice. A blade a pint of a

steel.

Your deathness pleases me, Hawkeye. You

prolong the enjoyment of this sport.

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down.

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Do not use gun. You have got a chance,

Indian. There's three guns to one.

Slight miscalculation, sir. My men are

placed at all windows and doors.

All right, drop your guns.

Which is Mr. Cressing?

Let me introduce you to him, Colonel. In

the name of his majesty the king,

George, not Charles. I arrest you for

the fraudulent use of a sperious charter

and for the murder of a settler named

Matthew Hanks. Here's his accomplice.

We'll save you the trouble of a trial,

Colonel. Come on, men. Hold on.

Regardless of what they've done, they've

got just as much right to a fair trial

as you or me.

You can't start a new free life with mob

rule. All right, man. Take them out.

Come on.

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We scare up many customers.

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What a change. We ain't had to let up

all day. I had to come out here for a

breath of air.

Hey, now look at you two are my

partners. You got to come in and help me

with this crowd. Well, we don't exactly

hanker a crowd. It's too nerve-wracking.

More peaceful wrestle grizzly bear in

forest. Besides, too many partners spoil

a trading post. What with this?

You want me to buy you out? Me and

Chinggook are already bought out. We got

paid enough when those settlers remember

they were free men in a free country and

stood up to Cressing. You better get

back in there and help out your wife. So

long, Jim. Goodbye, Hawkeye.

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Join us again at this same time next

week for another of James Fenomore

Cooper's gripping tales of the early

American frontier. Another exciting

adventure of Hawkeye and his blood

brother Chingkook,

last of the Moheakans.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

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Heat.

The immortal pen of James Fenomore

Cooper

brings you thrilling tales of

excitement.

Blazing action on the early American

frontier,

stirring adventures filled with the

daring and courage of Hawkeye,

first of the long rifles, and his blood

brother, Chingutk,

last of the Moheakans. Smack

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to the heart.

Hawkeye,

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this track of Ojiwa moccasin.

I guess that adds truth to the reports

the commissioner general's been getting.

Someone's putting guns into the hands of

the Ajias.

This looked like maybe we too late, my

brother. Oh, maybe not. The Ojibos had

all the guns they wanted. There'd be

blood and fire up and down this whole

territory.

Well, let's put this poor trapper to

rest and get on to Watertown.

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You're not here. Get treasure

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and some of the boys kicking up their

heels. Probably spent too much time

tapping the keg over to the tavern.

Please, P. You'll get hurt. It's all

right.

Let my go. You bully. I'll scratch your

eyes. In a minute, I'll forget you're a

woman. All it.

Your manners are bad enough the way they

are. Now, just step away from the lady.

Nice and gentleike.

I don't know who you be, Whisman, but

unless you want to be tired with the

same brushes as traitors. Pull in your

horns and be on your way. Calling a man

a traitor, don't make him one, unless

you got proof. They weren't your boy

Indians. Never had no firearms till he

opened up shop. If you have any charges

to make, make him with the law.

Otherwise, get your friends and clear

out.

Paula, you you better come in and lie

down. Stop treating me like I was made

of eggshells. Brett, that little shaking

hardly must. My daughter and I are

powerful beholden to both of you. Maybe

I can show you something that'll make

you stop wondering if I'm a traitor or

not. Please.

You'd better keep your eye on him.

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This is my trademark. The sun with a

rays shining from it.

Yeah, it's nice balance, but that

sunburst won't prevent it from getting

into the wrong hands. Are a gun leaves

this shop without the mark of even

cotton burned into it. I like to feel

that I put more than just iron and wood

into each one of them. And if you find

one of my weapons in anybody's hands,

you'll find my mark and a record of it

in that book.

Even just heard about the trouble with

Armstrong got here quick as I could.

Everything all right? Outside a broken

window pane. Neil's concerns more for

Beth than it is for me. When a fell

guarding the prettiest girl in town,

he's got to be mighty concerned about

his future father-in-law as well. Rest

my handles Ellsworth. I'm called

Hawkeye. This is my blood brother,

Chingage Cook.

It's a real pleasure.

You certain Beth's all right? And see if

you're Seth. She's taking care of some

chores. All right.

There's a fine upstanding example of the

opportunities of this new country. Came

here less than 6 months ago. Hardly more

than the clothes in his back. Owns the

trading post now.

Well, then he can sell guns, too. No,

sir. Soon as he met Beth, got rid of the

few guns he stocked. Sends anybody wants

a rifle or musket over to me now. Well,

that's keeping it in the family. Ching

Cook and me have got some business of

our own to tend to. We best get on with

it. Oh, sure. Well, good luck, boys. And

don't forget, so long as you're in

Watertown, you don't have to knock on my

door. Just come right in. All right.

Goodbye. Good luck.

Men who make guns have open face. Act

like have open heart. Yeah, quicksand

looks honest enough till you walk on it.

What we need is a good close look at one

of those guns the Ajiwis are using.

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Only squa not see a chipua. He's behind

three. Wait. If you don't get him the

first shot, you might scare him away.

But you've given me an idea.

That ambushing skunk could get powerful

courageous if he thought he'd shot one

of us. Getting our hands on that rifle

and him ready to talk's just what the

doctor ordered. But doctor, not

orderable. He can use head for target. I

wouldn't be too sure about that.

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You shot my blood brother. You'll die

for this.

Go ahead. I'll keep him busy.

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Hawkeye die too. Soon all tribal punka

take scalp of Moakin and Hawkeye.

You'll have to do better than that.

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A sign of men who make guns.

Open face of men who make gun hide evil

tongue of serpent. It appears that way.

What I can't figure out though is how

Mr. Eban Cotton can be back in his shop

yet get word out ahead of us to set up

this ambush. My brother think no we

come. He's never seen us before. He

called us by name. Whoever gave you that

information and that gun are the same

man. Maybe you'd better tell us who it

is. Punka, tear tongue out first.

Maybe a few days in the Watertown jail

and you decide to just loosen it

instead. Come on, let's go.

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This is big business. Even biggest

you'll ever do. I don't understand. A

man can't use more than one gun at a

time. But you haven't heard the good

news. Even Mr. Oats is willing to buy

every rifle in your shop.

You're joshing. Cash business. Even hard

cash. What's more, Mr. Oats will take

every gun you can make for the next few

months. Yeah,

I couldn't let that many guns go, Neil.

Not less I knew what this Mr. Oats was

going to do him. I thought you

understood even. He trades up and down

the territory. He's stopping by my place

tonight just to pick up them guns. It

take one man more than a year to sell

all the guns I can turn out just to

settlers.

Beth, perhaps you can reason with him.

Selling off his guns to Mr. throats will

prove he ain't making them for the

engines.

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We'll have to stay out here, all of you.

You stopped us taking care of that

traitor before. You can't stop us now.

Now, I've got a lot of patience, Mr.

Armstrong, but you're wearing mine thin.

Now you be good white brave.

Go home.

Step on a side. Engine. I'm going to get

that traitor.

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H. I say you stay out.

That's Phil Armstrong. What's he loose

nothing to folks about now? The usual,

Mr. Cotton. Only I'm afraid this time is

more than just loose talk to go by. Only

ones listen to him are the loafers at

the tavern. That might have been the way

it was before I put an Ajiu in the

lockup for trying to ambush me with

this.

That's an even cutting rifle. There's no

denying that.

Neil, you picked this up for one of your

customers. Even I don't take kindly to

your cast and suspicion my way after all

I've done for you. Neil,

Paul wasn't accusing you. He was only

mentioning that he turned it over to

you. I'm sorry, Beth. For your sake, I'd

be willing to overlook most anything

except a man who'd be willing to sell

his own people for the sake of a little

profit.

Mr. Cot, I got to tell her it ain't

true. I'd rather she'd see me in my

coffin than selling guns to engines.

Folks in Watertown have got your coffin

almost built. A set engine in the lockup

points his finger somewhere else. The

labler will be driving in the last nail.

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Well, Paul's right.

Every gun's been accounted for.

Heat. Heat.

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That appears like more than just that

Indian escaped. My brother think men who

make guns empty jail, too.

I got an idea. The answer to that's in

the Ojiu village. Enough.

You fix our great white squary

savage. You can flame me alive.

I'll make no guns for you unless my

daughter's freed now.

Bring white

When white squ come towalk have way make

you want fixed gun.

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That looks like the gunsmith's wagon.

Man who make rifle must be in big tepee.

The way to find out is to take a look.

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Paul,

they ain't harmed you. I'm all right,

Paul.

The beasts,

don't fix any guns for them. Paul, even

though they torture both of us.

White Squall won't go free. Father live.

Tell him fix guns. That's too high a

price for either of us. I think I can

change your mind.

Neil,

the Ojibbo call me on Daga, prophet of

victory.

You traitor. To think that I was in love

with you makes me shrivel inside. May

you be struck dead, you turn coat

renegade. I've turned against no one.

Your jibas are my people. But your skin

is white. You say that as if I should be

proud of the fact. I'm proud of that my

mother was daughter of an Indian chief.

You mean you're announcing a civilized

way of living? A business you built up

from scratch. A position. What position?

Owner of a grubby trading post here. I'm

a chief. A leader of warriors who'll

drive you white settlers from your

lands. Onaga. No more talk. Want guns.

There's no torture, you know, that can

make me ask P to lift a finger to help

you. Squ must do as her husband tells

her. I'd rather be roasted alive than

even think of being your wife. Not my

wife, Beth.

His.

And if in Panka don't suit you, I can

pick you another. It's up to you. You

start making guns. A dance at your

daughter's wedding.

P.

It'll mean death and destruction for

innocent people. I I can't help it,

Beth. The gunsmith will work faster

alone. Bring squat

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men of trading post wear feathers of

chief. Yeah, that girl doesn't look too

happy about it either.

I reckon maybe the answer to a lot of

things is in that tepee.

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From

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the looks of you, I'd say you'd had a

lesson in general persuasion. Well,

that'll heal. It's the safety of my

daughter's got me tied up here. Those

Ojiu are getting real clever, using

heartstrings instead of rawhide to hold

a man prisoner. All the same, I've got

to ask you to leave your workbench. Not

without Beth. Once you get free of this

place, then we can figure out what to do

about her. Look, my mind is made up. The

Ojibas want guns. I'm making guns.

That's as fine a piece of work as I've

ever seen. How many do you figure you'll

have done by morning? Uh, six or eight.

Wouldn't want to be on the wrong end of

one of those.

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You heard voices, Eban. Who was you

talking to? Okay, I warn you, Eban. I

can only stand so much of your Joshin.

Before

another moon, each warrior will have a

brother to this.

Then no white man will face us.

They buy for the guns in the morning.

Haven,

they better be finished or your daughter

will be.

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Looks like a firing squad going to draw

their weapons.

Firing squad shoot only one man. Looks

like war party.

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Keep me covered. I've got to find out

what's going on in there.

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You've done well, Eban. I'm doing best

as I can. Now, why don't you keep your

promise to let Beth go? Insurance, even.

Without her being here, you might decide

to close up shop.

There's a gun for each of you.

We come back later for more. You'll

work.

You better leave, too. I can use her

help. She'll save me a good many steps

fetching.

No harm in that. Just so long as you get

on with these.

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I reckon you're ready to go out the back

way now. Yeah, sure. Keep going.

Straight ahead of you to come to a

clearance. Ching Cookook is waiting for

you. All right, go ahead.

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Get the gunsmith and the girl. You're

too late. They're gone.

We've still got you and enough guns to

make you our first target. Take them

away.

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I can't go another step.

Not need to. Ojal lose trail. Water town

that way. You rest. You're not going

back.

Blood of white brother is my blood.

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This is a game you should appreciate,

Hawkeye. Being a good shot yourself.

Each of my braves is going to try a shot

to see who can hit closest to your eyes.

Well, that sounds real interesting. If I

were going to go in the war path, I'd

use military discipline. The army always

uses a firing squad to get rid of its

spies. Oh, not a bad idea at all.

Just like a regular general.

I'll get a blindfold. Never mind. This

is one site I don't want to miss.

All right, put him up against the tree.

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We'll all shoot when you give the

signal.

Get in line, then.

Any last words, Hawkeye? No, but I got a

notion this is the last time I'll see

you at Jibu shooting rifles.

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Let me loose.

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Your prophet of victory is a prophet of

doom. He brought bad medicine with those

guns. He traied to both Indian and white

man. He died by slow death.

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I reckon he should be punished by white

man's law. If you don't mind, we'll take

him in. You take

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that all guns

burn in big fire.

It's time you ate something, Paul. Just

as soon as I finish.

Oh, howdy, boys. You're just in time. I

was about to sit down to eat. Bring some

more food, Beth. Oh, that won't be

necessary. We just stopped by to tell

you that Neil and his friend are on

their way to pay the penalty for their

wrongdoing.

Just wanted to make sure it wouldn't

backfire.

All that only happens to special guns I

fix up for a jib.

May not think is joke when white brother

is in front of firing line.

But you do good job make gun bad. Well,

that's the first time I ever been

praised for spoiling guns instead of

fixing them. Well, the art of being a

fine gunsmith comes in handy in more

ways than you might think. Well, even

we've got to be on our way. Goodbye.

Well, thanks a lot, Hawkeye, and good

luck to you both.

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Join us again at this same time next

week for another of James Fenomore

Cooper's gripping tales of the early

American frontier. Another exciting

adventure of Hawkeye and his blood

brother Chingutk,

last of the Moheakans.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

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