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- Quiet!

I present to you

the greatest fighting dog there ever was!

He has killed dogs of all kinds!

He has killed

two dogs at a time.

He has killed a lynx!

I bring to you

the terror of the Yukon!

White Fang!

Yes, normally, it'll cost you 50 cents in gold dust

just to look at him,

but today, today, gentlemen,

you will see this fighting wolf in action!

Place your bets!

- The Spanish-American War ended in 1898.

Boys went to war, men returned,

men who would be forever changed.

Friendships were forged, the type of friendships

that can only exist in a time of war.

The native peoples fought side-by-side

with their white brothers, but when they returned,

the bonds they formed could not last.

They were but a wartime dream of brothers

dreamed by men who were no longer soldiers.

- Sure I can't talk you into it?

My father left me his mine up in the Yukon country.

- I've been away four years.

It is time for me to return to my people.

- The land, the gold, anything else we can get our hands on.

We'll make our fortunes together, brother.

- You are a great friend, Mackenzie.

I hope to see you again

in this life or another.

- Ma'am. Ma'am.

- Are you just back from the war?

- Yes, ma'am.

- God bless you.

- Thank you.

- Now, um,

you need to go take a bath.

- Yes, ma'am.

Hello, sir.

- Oh, son, you can't have that rifle here in town.

Can I check it for you

and I'll give it back to you when you leave?

Thank you.

- I could use a room, Mr. Halligan.

- I know you?

- Hm.

- Are you Pete Mackenzie's boy?

- Yes, sir.

- John, John, right?

Your pa told me you went off to fight

in the, in the Spanish-American War.

You were in the cavalry, right?

- That's right, my friends call me Jack.

- Jack it is then.

Welcome back, son. - Thank you, sir.

- And I'm sorry to hear about your father.

He was a darn good man.

- Thank you, sir.

- A room, let's see.

- Rather empty in here tonight, aren't you?

- Well, yeah.

Beauty Smith is fighting his wolf dog.

- Where?

- Tonight, that dog fighting business.

I, I don't, I don't like it, it's just-

- Where? - It's bad.

It's a furious dog he has, that thing is just huge

and he kills everything they put in front of it.

Tonight, they got him up against a, like a English-

- Where?

- Oh, it's out at the O'Connor barn,

just, just outside town and I,

I don't, I don't like the business,

but what can one old man do?

- Well, let's go see what a young man can do.

- That dog's a natural born killer.

- He killed my best sled dog!

- You're a damn fool!

- Get your dog back on his chain!

- You can't do that. - Well, I am.

- I got a lot of money on this contest, boy.

- Drop it!

Or I'll drop you.

Now, you want a fair fight, I'll let that happen.

But any one of you men come up behind this boy

and I will shoot you dead where you stand.

- It ain't worth it.

- You know dogs, mister?

- I've been around them some.

- How much would you say a dog like this is worth?

- If he were a good sled dog,

I'd say $300.

But all mistreated like he's been,

I wouldn't risk any more than 150 on him.

- You hear that, Mr. Beast?

I'm buying your dog.

I'm paying you $150.

- Hold on, you, now.

I ain't selling.

- Oh, you're selling, 'cause I'm buying.

- A man has rights.

- You're no man.

- Gentlemen, gentlemen, quiet down!

- Here we go.

- I got the greatest unknown that ever happened!

Now this ain't no kind, it's the straight goods.

What do you think of a husky who tips the scale

at 170 fighting weight?

No way!

- 25-year-old and he can hit twice as hard

as my best heavyweight!

Well, that's him!

My boy, the Malamute Kid!

- So where you from?

- Oh, Jasper Morgan

from St. Louis.

- Peter Fremont, Chicago.

- So are we the only two here covering this?

- Luigi Porcelli, New York, BSC.

Giornale Italiano,

Italian journalist.

- Ah!

- Si.

- His six-inch jolt is more a real sleep medicine

than a full-arm swing of most geezers!

Now we stand to make a fortune on this,

so listen closely, folks.

Today, you are gonna see the greatest spectacle

that prizefighting ever knew!

One by one, the Malamute Kid

is gonna take on 10 top middleweights!

- We will be fighting under the Marquis de Queensbury rules.

There will be no biting, no kicking,

no hitting below the belt.

Uh!

- One, two,

three, four, five!

- Go get them tonight, Tom, all the boys are behind you.

- Yeah, thanks, Sal.

- Never thought I'd see you back here again, Mr. King.

- I need the money, Jimmy.

- Yes, sir.

- See you.

- Us old guys still got it, huh, Tom?

- Yeah, one more time for the old guys, I guess, huh?

Uh!

- That'll do, Kid.

You gotta stop putting it away so quickly.

- I'm here to fight, aren't I, Sam?

- Would you pay a dollar or five for a one-round fight?

You put away three men now, we were getting 20 to one odds,

eight to one's the best you can do now.

- Sam, can I get a quick word?

- Tom, can't you see I'm busy?

- Can I have just a minute for an old friend?

- You got Pete Sosa next.

Now remember, give him some time, play with him,

but you do so seriously.

Give him three or four rounds and then you put him away.

All right, Tom, after this fight in the dressing room,

I'll give you two minutes.

- Thanks.

- 30-minute intermission!

- Tom, what do you want?

- This is a winner-take-all fight, Sam.

It ain't no life,

I'm too old for it and my family's gotta eat.

- So quit.

- I don't know anything else.

All my best years went to you,

listening to you, fighting for you.

Loan me a couple dollars, Sam, for old times sakes.

- No.

Anything else?

- Sam, I haven't eaten in two days.

What little energy I had, I spent on the walk to get here.

Now you saved me for last, fight number 10,

I don't go on for a couple more hours.

Can you just loan me a bit,

I can go downstairs, get me a piece of steak?

Sam, Sam, I can give your boy a good fight,

I can give him a good and proper fight, I know I can.

I just need a little bit of steak in me is all.

- No.

- Oh, you made a lot of money on me, Sam.

You remember all them years us touring around together,

all the beatings I took?

- I promised you two minutes, now that's two minutes.

- Then pay me to fall!

I gotta go home with some money tonight.

I'll do it,

I'll take the dive.

- I don't need to pay you,

you'll be flat soon enough, Tom King.

- You're a cruel man, Sam Stubner,

a cruel man.

- Cruel world.

Uh!

- He'll fight them easy!

The Malamute Kid!

- How you feeling, Kid?

- This is the former champ of the Yukon, Tom King!

I got $50 on Tom King.

- I'll take that bet. - All right, believe me, sir.

Uh!

- Ref!

Ref!

If you don't get control of that ring, I will!

Uh!

- Old Tom King would go home at night,

forgotten, beaten and broke,

his family in danger of starving that winter.

It was the law of the north.

- Rose, you don't get paid to sleep.

Find a customer or find the door.

- Yes, ma'am.

- What about you, Mathewson?

- What do you say me and you go upstairs?

- I say not for all the gold on your claim,

but I'll have one of the girls get you some whiskey.

- It must be most interesting, Kid, the life of a pugilist.

Tell me, why do you fight, are you stirred by it?

Do you like fighting, pitting yourself against another man?

- Well, at first, I didn't really like it.

- It was just too dead easy for him.

- But later on, when I was matched

against the better fighters,

the, the more clever ones and I had to be more...

- On the mettle?

- Yeah, that's it, on the mettle,

I found that I did care for it a great deal actually.

You see, every battle is sort of a, a puzzle,

that I have to figure out with my brains and my brawn.

But to me, the issue is never really at doubt.

- See, the thing about the Kid is he just refuses to lose.

Now the idea doesn't even occur to him.

Now write that down, I wanna see that in all the papers.

- It's a hell of right hand you've got there.

Tell me, how did you develop your punch, Kid?

- Hard work, boys, hard work makes for a hard man.

And he lives clean too, no drinking, no smoking

and no women neither.

Women have ruined many a good fighter,

but they won't ruin him, he blushes like a girl

anytime something young in skirts looks at him.

- Say, Jack, how come they call you the Malamute Kid?

- Well, the Kid's got a dog, see,

it's half German shepherd and half wolf.

Now one time in town, this southern fella,

soft like you boys, well, he sees the beast

and he says, "Say, y'all can't have a wolf in town."

Well, Jack, he looks him right square in the eye

and he says, "What, this dog?"

- "Well, this dog's a Malamute."

- And right then, this Mountie comes by

and says, "Looks like a Malamute to me."

So now they call him the Malamute Kid

and you know, the darn thing

doesn't look anything like a Malamute,

but it is the strongest dog I ever have seen.

- There's a lot of strong dogs around these parts.

- Not like this one, sir, this dog is something special.

- Every man thinks their dog is something special.

They ain't.

- Mister.

You're gonna wanna watch what you say about my dog.

- It's all right, Jack now. He didn't mean nothing by it.

- You know, I once covered a story about a dog

that could start a sled with 600 pounds on it

and pull it 100 yards, I saw it with my own eyes.

- That's nothing, I once did a story on a dog

who could pull 700 pounds, 700!

- My dog can pull a 1,000.

- A 1,000 pounds and walk off with it 100 yards?

- That's right.

- You say your dog can pull a 1,000 pounds?

- That's what I just said.

- Well, I've got $1,000 in gold nuggets that says he can't.

- It's time for us to go, boys.

The Malamute Kid knocks out 10 in one night.

You got your story

- Sam, he can do it.

- Now, maybe he can and maybe he can't. It's a 1,000 pounds.

- He can do it, Sam.

- Well, we're never gonna find out,

because you don't have $1,000.

- You do. - Oh no!

No, it's too much weight for one dog.

- I'll split the winnings with you.

- What if he loses? - He can do it. Sam,

- I grow tired of this.

There's no dog that can pull 1,000 pounds.

- Well, you just bring your money to Main Street

tomorrow morning, sir, and you'll see a dog that can!

- 1,000 pounds.

- That's a lot of weight.

- Well, thank you, Jim, for stating the obvious.

- The Kid is late.

- The Kid works on his own time, he always has.

- If he doesn't show, the contest is a forfeit,

I get the money.

- He'll show.

- If he doesn't?

- I said he'll show, darn it!

- Hey, mister, I got a train to catch at noon.

- Well, go then!

You can explain to your editor later

why you missed the best story in years.

- Are you feeling all right, Sam?

- I'm feeling sober.

I'm feeling like I'm about to prove the expression,

a fool and his money are soon parted.

- Whiskey?

- Yes.

- Hey, here comes the Kid!

- I'll be darned, that is one big dog.

- 1,000 pounds, I loaded it myself.

- I'll certify that, 1,000 pounds.

- That's a fine looking animal.

$800.

- Excuse me?

- Glad sir, I offer you $800 for him as he stands

before the wager and glad to do it, sir.

- $800 for the dog

and we can forget about the wager.

- You can keep your 1,000, the dog's not for sale.

- Jack, can I have a word?

$800 is a good price.

- No.

- Be reasonable, son, we're not gonna win this bet

and you're gonna owe me $1,000.

- He can do it, Sam.

- If you are not the most unreasonable

and irritating SOB I ever laid eyes on!

I thought your father was stubborn,

now I know the meaning of the word.

- I want half the winnings, Sam, half the winnings.

- Oh!

- As you love me now, boy.

As you love me.

- The Kid's command

cracked out like a pistol shot.

- Mush!

- The great dog threw himself forward

against the harness with a jarring lunge.

His whole body was gathering,

packed tightly together in the tremendous effort,

the muscles writhing and knotting

like live things under the silky fur

as he lunged into the air

and with his maximum effort,

hit the harness again and again.

The sled gushed ahead in a rapid succession of jerks.

An inch, two inches, the sled gained momentum,

'til it was moving steadily.

Men gasp and begin to breathe again,

unaware that for a moment, they had ceased to breathe.

- 1,000 pounds, Madonna mia!

Did you think he was gonna do it?

- Of course I did, I never doubted him for a minute.

- Say, Kid, what's the dog's name?

- Don't have one.

- No name, why don't you name him?

- Yeah, I never saw a dog with a highfalutin name

that was ever worth a damn.

- My God, Kid, you're a reporter's dream,

first, taking on those 10 men and now this.

I'm gonna make editor.

- Glad sir, I would be glad to keep you 1,200 for him,

1,200 plus the 1,000 I already owe you.

- No, sir, you can go to hell, sir.

And that there is the very best offer I will make you.

- Well, Jack my boy, what will you do now?

- I imagine that big pile of firewood

is gonna keep me busy for a while.

- I wasn't talking about firewood, son,

I was talking about life.

Prizefighting ain't for you.

- Haven't I done all right so far, Sam?

- I'm only telling you this, Kid, 'cause I love you.

There is always somebody stronger,

there's always somebody faster

and there is always some man who hits harder.

- Not to me.

- Every young champion I trained

said the same thing and they were all wrong,

every last one of them.

- Yeah, if you think that, then match me up with them.

- Time, Kid, time.

Just look at me,

I used to be a pretty good heavyweight in my day,

but now, any one of those 10 middles you fought

would put me away in five rounds.

You ain't ever gonna beat time, Kid.

I done everything wrong in this game.

I fixed fights and I took dives.

I loaded up my gloves and I bit men's ears off

and I don't wanna do it no more.

I wanna die feeling like I was a good man.

You're my last hope.

Prizefighting ain't no life.

- Well, you wouldn't do me wrong, Sam.

- Don't you believe it, why, I will use you up,

until there is nothing left to be used.

Now tomorrow, I'll get sober and I will think of a new con

and I will drag you right into it with me.

You ever had a woman, son?

I ain't talking about no $5 dance hall girl,

'cause I know you snuck into town for that.

- You talk too much, old man, you know that?

- Yeah, well, that's the God's honest truth.

But the question still stands,

women is death and damnation, remember that.

But when you do find the right one, the only one,

you hang on to her 'cause she will be worth more

than glory and money.

But first, be sure and when you're sure,

you grab her with those hands

and you don't let her slip through your fingers.

Even if all the world goes to smash and smithereens,

you hang on, son, 'cause a good woman

is a good woman.

And let that, son, be the last words I say to you.

- Yeah, you'll freeze to death out there.

- Jack, my boy, you go get what's yours.

You can't wait for inspiration,

you have to go after it with a club.

- In time, the winter passed

and man and dog set out.

He knew not where he would go,

rather he felt that he was being led,

led south to a strange land.

Man rarely places proper valuation upon his womankind,

at least not until deprived of them.

He has no conception of the subtle atmosphere

exhaled by the female sex so long as he bathes in it.

But let it be withdrawn and an ever-growing void

begins to manifest itself in his existence.

He becomes hungry in a vague sort of way

for something so indefinite that he cannot characterize it.

The hunger will continue and become stronger.

He will lose interest in the things of his everyday life.

And one day, when the emptiness has become unbearable,

he will leave all that he has in search of a mate.

Days and days, as the man and his dog

continue to walk south, they saw many things,

a deer that was so perfect and majestic,

that he could not bear to bring it down.

The falcon soared over their heads

and the man wished that he could travel as easily.

For two or three days,

a pack of underfed wolves followed them,

ever careful to stay out of the man's rifle shot,

but keen to bring down his dog and have a meal.

But a look at the dog quickly told them

that he was no ordinary dog.

Indeed, he was half wolf himself

and the dog and him was far from coward.

They saw many things, but mostly the man saw the raven.

He saw it so often and in such unexpected places,

that he began to doubt his own mind.

The man knew not where the waterfall was,

but he knew that the raven would bring him there.

In the mornings, he could not remember his dreams,

but every inch of him felt that he must continue south.

After a month in the forest

with none to talk to but his dog,

a man will begin to hold his inner conversations aloud.

- Are you real?

- Come forward, my son.

- Where?

- Why does my white son ask questions

he knows the answer. - Waterfall.

- You can't wait for inspiration,

you have to go after it with a club.

- When he heard the sounds of another man,

he was not at first convinced that they were real.

In time, the man lost count of his days.

His conversations with the raven became longer and louder

to the point of where conversing with a raven felt ordinary

and the idea of meeting a fellow man, extraordinary.

Men who would've shared their bed with death

know when the call is sounded, the man was terribly crushed,

the most cursory examination revealed it.

His right arm, leg and back were broken.

His limbs were paralyzed from the hips

and the likelihood of internal injuries was large.

An occasional moan was his only sign of life.

No hope, nothing to be done.

The pitiless day crept slowly by.

Night brought consciousness to the stricken man.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

- You hungry?

- I'm gone either way.

- You're not dying, mister.

- Right leg's broke, right arm's broke,

back's broke.

Do not piss on my boots and tell me it's raining.

I'm dying, Kid.

- You know me?

- I saw you box once.

The Malamute Kid.

- Jack.

- Mason.

- Here.

Eat.

- No.

You know, you know the law of the north,

don't waste food on the dead.

- I'm gonna build a litter, pull you outta here.

- You'll never make it.

- Yeah, well, you lost money betting against me once.

- Then I'll never make it.

You know the law of the north,

a dog goes down, you give it mercy.

- No.

No.

- Use your knife if you have to.

If you could spare a man a bullet, I'd appreciate it.

- Give me three days, three days.

I could drop a deer. Things could turn up.

- Got married a few years back,

Indian girl,

didn't care much for her then,

but she was pretty.

But there was a smack of excitement about it.

But you know,

I've come to care a heap about her.

She's been a good wife to me,

always at my shoulder in a pinch.

She's a good woman.

I'm gonna miss her.

- Two days.

- Ruth,

my wife's name,

it's Ruth.

She's gonna have a boy.

God, at least I'm hoping it's a boy.

If you ever see her, Kid, if you ever see her...

- One day, give me, give me one day please?

- No, you gotta do it, Jack, get your gun now, come on.

You gotta.

Do it now.

- Go on, boy.

No, no, please.

- Let's go, boy.

- The man pressed forward

trying to push Mason out of his mind.

His mind played tricks on him.

Often, the man was not sure if he was awake and walking

or if he was sleeping,

a sleep where you dream of the only thing you have done,

day after day,

hour after hour,

walking in his dreams.

He told himself that he had dreamt of Mason.

He told himself the lie so many times

that he started to question in his mind the entire event.

Over and over, he told himself the lie,

but in the back of his mind,

he always knew that it had been real.

He wandered day and night,

always following the calls of the raven.

A man with a club in his hands

is a dangerous and formidable beast,

with a rifle, he is king and master of all things living.

But take these tools away from him

and the strongest of man is nought,

when compared to the beasts of the forest.

- Where are you taking me?

Now you can talk, I've heard you, I know you can talk.

- Does my white son not have two feet?

- Where are you taking me?

- South to the land of your brother.

- I have no brother.

- How soon does my white son forget.

- As the man slept,

he was brought once more to the waterfall.

But then his dreams sifted as dreams are apt to do

and for the first time,

the man heard the pitter-patter of small moccasins,

the laughter of young voices.

- John Claverhouse was a moon-faced man.

You know the kind,

cheekbones wide apart,

not like you, I watched you sleeping.

You have a thin face,

good face, I like it.

John Claverhouse, his-his chin,

forehead, neck melted into the cheeks

and the nose was broad and pudgy,

like a, like a dough ball upon the ceiling.

Perhaps that is why we hated him,

for he truly had become

an offense to our eyes.

- Mister, if I don't see those hands,

I'm gonna tell this here wolf to rip your throat open.

- Not that he had done us

what society would consider a wrong or ill turn,

far from it, it's just we do not like that man.

Why do we not like him?

Oh, for we don't know why.

We know only that we do not.

We've taken a dislike, that is all,

I to John Claverhouse.

Do-do you have coffee?

It's-it's been a long time

since I tasted coffee.

- No, I don't have any coffee.

- What right had such a man to be happy?

Even I used to laugh,

I did myself,

before I met John Claverhouse.

But his laugh, it irritated me,

it maddened me

like nothing under the sun ever irritated or maddened me,

that it was a "Ha-ha," and a "Ho-ho!"

S-say, what about tobacco?

Well, what would you have done?

A man laughed like that, we had to kill him.

What choice did we have?

- Passed a cabin three days ago.

Coffee, tobacco, bacon,

everything you want.

- So-so I resolved to kill John Claverhouse,

but I had it in mind to do so in a manner

that I should not look back upon it and feel ashamed.

Well, I hate bungling and I hate brutality,

it-it is repugnant to-to-to merely strike a man's face

with one's naked fist

and so to stab or shoot

or club John Claverhouse, all that,

nay, it did not appeal to me.

N-not only was I impelled

to do it

neatly and artistically,

but also in a fashion,

that not the slightest bit of suspicion

could be directed against me.

- Everything you want,

three days' walk that way.

- Oh.

Well, you don't have a moon face.

Well, you don't have a moon face at all.

- Well, come on, boy.

I don't think I'm gonna sleep any more tonight.

Go on, boy.

I'm not saying this is forever,

but you got your life to lead and I got mine.

Ah, don't look at me like that.

If you were a dog, it would be different.

I know you're half, but you're half wolf too.

Where I'm going, what I'm doing,

I don't need to be wild anymore, you see.

Prizefighting.

Sam was right.

I didn't wanna hear it,

but Sam was right.

I'm older than I used to be, slower,

got more fat around my belly, gray hairs in my beard.

Prospecting?

I think it's time even I admit, there's not a speck of gold

on that property that my dad left us.

And I can't just walk around the woods

with a dog forever, you know?

It's an indoor life for me now,

wife, kids,

and yeah, I'll probably have some good for nothing dog,

that won't be half of what you are, you're a wolf.

You're loyal like a dog.

It's time for you to go and be a wolf.

Go on.

Go on!

I'll see you again.

- Makwa!

Makwa!

- How did you find me, brother?

- I did not.

It's the raven, he led me here.

- This is Jack Mackenzie.

Twice in the war, he saved my life.

Always, he was by the Bear's side.

- It's a good thing that I was,

when the bullet went through my stomach,

it was the Bear that carried me off of the battlefield.

- Come, we will feast!

- You have a second daughter, Ruth.

Her husband, Mason,

is dead.

He, I ran into an insane woodsman.

This man, he took his knife, he drove Mason off a cliff.

I didn't know it though at the time that I met him.

Your daughter,

she's pregnant or she was,

she may have even had the baby by now, I don't know.

Mason said he was going to the logging village

about a one-week's walk up the river.

Well, thought you'd wanna know.

- The old man bowed his head in contempt,

'til the last noise of his people died away

and he knew his son

and the son of his son were beyond recall.

Then his hand crept out in haste to the blankets

and he wrapped them around his shoulders.

First his feet would yield, then his hands

and the numbness would travel slowly from the extremities.

His head would fall forward upon his knees

and he would rest.

It was easy.

All men must die.

He did not complain,

it was the way of life and it was just.

- You're leaving?

I've only been here a few nights.

- I must go, my friend.

- The Chief is sending you to get his daughter?

- Yes.

- And to kill the insane woodsman,

the man who murdered Mason?

- Yes.

- Then I'll come with you.

- I must go alone.

- If there's danger, brother, I belong by your side.

- They order me to go alone. This is a great honor.

This is not my first scalp, my friend.

I've killed Indians, many Mexicans

and yes, I've killed the white man before.

Stay here, find a girl.

I will be back in a moon or less.

I want you to be happy, brother.

- I'm gonna eat you.

- In the morning, Makwa and Jack played

like two wolves, forgetting that they were no longer cubs.

When wolves are grown, they fight for territory,

for breeding, for their very lives.

But for today, right now, the two men were boys again,

were lost in their mutual illusion of brotherhood.

- You look happy, brother.

- I am.

- What we did, think it was barbaric?

- I would never have left a stranger to die.

- He was my grandfather, a great man.

Someday, my son will bring me outside in the night.

He will have life left and I will not.

I'm not afraid to die. I'm afraid that I will have no son.

- Find a wife, have many.

- There is a girl.

I've asked her father for her hand,

but I have nothing to give.

There's nothing for an Indian in the white man's world.

- Then say yes to my offer.

- Your offer?

- Half of everything I own.

Now, which girl is it that you love, brother?

- Zirinska, daughter of the Chief.

- That you, boy?

Come here!

Come here, boy!

I know, I didn't mean to.

I've only had two true friends in this world, you and Makwa.

I can't help it.

I love her.

I am glad to see you though, boy.

Come on.

Mighty chief, ruler of the salmon and the bear,

the moose and the antelope.

The white man is in front of you tonight with great purpose.

For many moons, my lodge has been empty and I am lonely.

I long for a woman to be by my side,

to greet me after the hunt with warm meat,

share my bed at night.

In my dreams, I've seen strange things,

the pitter-patter of small moccasins,

the laughter of children, and I've had a vision,

a vision of the raven, who is your father,

who is the father of all the peoples

and the raven said to me, "Find thy moccasins."

- Find thy moccasins

and travel south to the land of your brother.

There you shall find a great chief who is my son.

He shall become to thee as a father.

In his lodge, there is a maiden,

this maiden shalt thou take to wife.

- And thus, I am here in your lands

and thus I come to marry your daughter.

- It's not so, Chief, many of your own tribe

have the look of a white wolf about them

and many of your squaws have I met

in the white man's villages.

Your own daughter, Ruth was squaw of Mason,

a white man who I met on the trails

and Makwa, my brother, many times, he has told me

that his mother may have been of your people,

but his father was born an African slave in Kentucky.

- Enough talk, I wish thy child.

- But you are chief.

- Great chief, soon the night will pass into day

and Zirinska will come to my lodge, it is done.

- The wolf does not die easily,

and if I do die tonight, I promise you, chief,

10 of your strongest men will die with me.

Grant me thy daughter and I offer you this,

$1,000 in the white man's gold.

Grant,

and I will kneel before you

and I will call you Father.

- Forgive me, brother!

- You are not my brother!

You come in the night and steal what is mine!

- She gave herself to me of her own free will!

- No!

She was for me!

For me!

- I did not know, brother!

But I love her now!

- No!

- Yield, Makwa, the fight is over.

My offer still stands, brother,

half of everything that I own.

- The fight is to the death.

- So be it.

- My husband!

- Is the Fox still intent on bringing Zirinska to his lodge?

No?

Good.

Then I am done with the dog.

Are any of the young men so minded?

If so, the Wolf will take them by twos and threes

until none are left.

No?

Good.

Then it is done.

Bury my brother.

He was the best man I ever knew.