North West Mounted Police

Canadian Northweft, here the adventurous sons of the old world, came to trade with the natives of the new and stayed to intermarry with them. This union created a new half-breed race, the Metis. Here for two centuries the Metis lived and fast-fought, a law unto themselves.

Then civilization moved westward. Sadea's and land speculators came, bringing with them the laws of land and property. In 1885, resentful and confused, the half-breeds rebelled. Only a handful of fearless hard-riding men in scarlet coats, the North Westmantic Police, stood between Canada's future and the rebellion that was kindled across the border in a little

Montana Schoolhouse, where two men came to speak with the half-breed schoolmaster, Louis Riel. Well Louis, I got your message, Cabo. If you return to Canada now, that's death. What's wrong, maybe? For us. 15 years of exile hadn't changed, you Cabo.

Or you, I hope. You'll come back and lead us. The Canadian government will never be. You and me and Durac here, we're going to be the government. We're going to set up new government, Louis.

Yeah, we're coming to back force by the Orglet. They've got a gun that shoots a thousand slugs a minute. A Gatling gun. Go near the border. God, I'll never let you lead by people. You can be the saint who leads them lui.

All I want is a whiskey business. You realize what it means? The blood will flow like water. You won't notice it much. The mounted police wear red coats. They could. What did you say? They could.

They could. They could. They're in those streets. Then, finish, finish! Quite a crowd. Looks like Bargain Day, Amatast Jim. Bargain Day for trouble. Keep your eyes open, runny and you'll host the clothes. Say, do you suppose the inspector's right and real, is back?