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“The true spirit of conversation consists in building on another
man’s observation, not overturning it.”--Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton
1(cut to a 4-shot, stranger’s POV) the three loafers exchange
2(sound cue) soft accordion refrain.
3(close-up) the hatless man: yeah, it’s deserted, there’s nobody
up there--just a few kids messing around, and some Indians.
4(medium close-up) stranger, over hatless man’s shoulder:
is the place still posted?
5( 2-shot) hatless man, over stranger’s shoulder: sure, those big
KEEP OUT signs are still up, mostly, but full of bullet holes now--
damn silly kids & drunken wranglers I guess.
6(sound cue) clarinet & pioneer fiddle.
7(3-shot) the three loafers, still uncomfortable.
8(close-up) the fat man: place is all growed over--some talk about
spooks up in the main house. old Bill Buck’s been dead now--
9(close-up) the beanpole: I’d say 15 years at least.
10(cut to stranger’s eyes) ice blue, calm but wary.
11(close-up) the hatless man: Christ, don’t know why Bronson
didn’t get his hands on it a long time ago.
12(close-up) stranger: Bronson?
13(sound cue) Indian snake rattle.
14(3-shot) the three loafers all smiling.
15(medium close-up) the fat man: that’s right, boy, Bronson.
16(medium wide shot) the beanpole pointing left & right.
17(close-up) beanpole: hell, man, just look around you.
18(medium wide shot) stranger steps back out into the dusty street,
his big hands on his hips.
19(sound cue) player piano & jazz brushing on snares.
20(cut to a slow pan dolly shot along the opposite side of the street)
21(shot halts) at a two-story hotel, bright yellow & white trim.
22(close-up) fancy sign reading BRONSON HOUSE.
23(cut to overhead crane shot) continuing back across the street,
sliding over, past, through riders, pedestrians, wagons, carriages.
24(shot halts) at a wide false front, dark brown with red trim,
25(close up) sign reading BRONSON STAGE & FREIGHT LINES.
26(cut to a wide shot) tracking to the end of the street where a large
sign was stretched between two big red barns, behind several
corrals, reading BRONSON AUCTIONS.
27(sound cue) saloon singer doing a sad ballad.
28(cut back to the 3-shot) the loafers.
29the fat man: and he owns this here saloon too.
30the beanpole: where you can get all the pussy, beer, & poker
you can handle.
31hatless man: and he owns the Triple B--the biggest ranch in
this part of the country.
32(cut to medium close-up) stranger: so why haven’t the city
fathers just renamed this town as Bronsonville?
33(reverse cut, stranger’s POV) over the hunter’s buckskin-clad
34hatless man, rubbing his chin: sign stills says Blackthorne.
35(close-up) stranger’s eyes moving from face to face.
36(sound cue) Indian flute, then juice harp thwack, then castanets.
37(4-shot) stranger: much obliged.
38(medium wide shot) stranger unties, & steps up into a wide stirrup.
39(sound cue) loud creak of leather.
40(hold medium wide shot) stranger mounts his tall red stallion, touches
the brim of his hat, pulls the horse’s head to the left & lopes off west
out of the frame, with the big black dog trotting after him.
41(sound cue) harmonica huffing.
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