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“The beauty of independence, departure, actions
that rely on themselves.”--Walt Whitman
1(medium close-up) the past: a large barn owl perched on
a bale of hay in the loft.
2(sound cue) an owl hooting, fading to Indian branch flute.
3(medium wide-shot) barn loft doors wide open, witnessing
a sunrise, & the figure of a young man approaching.
4(sound cue) rooster crowing, chickens clucking, one duck
quacking mixed in, juice harp thwacking.
5(medium shot) young Buck striding toward the barn, reverse
dolly moving away from him, carrying a burlap sack of provisions
in his left hand, and a long-barrel Winchester in the other.
6(sound cue) screen door closing, then morning cicadas chirping.
7(medium wide shot) Buck walks past the camera, out of the frame,
camera dollies-in to the ranch house front porch.
8(medium close up ) Bear Woman standing on the porch, holding
9(close-up) her tear-stained face, silent sullen look.
10(sound cue) piano & pioneer fiddling.
11(cut to medium shot) interior of the barn as young Buck enters,
walks up to one of the stalls, leans his sack & the rifle against the
wall, grabs a colorful halter from the tack peg, & enters the stall.
12(sound cue) horse nickering, low & soft.
13(2-shot) Buck in the stall with a midnight black gelding.
14(medium close-up) he struggles to slip the halter over the horse’s
head, as it shakes away twice.
15(sound cue) six-string guitar, double slide.
16(2-shot) Buck: Easy Blackie. This is the day--we’re leaving.
17(cut to medium shot) a very old collie limps into the barn, its muzzle
pure gray, its eyes cloudy with cataract, then lies down near the stall.
18(sound cue) dog whining 4 times, & then on the beat a saxophone
bleating 4 more times.
19(medium wide-shot) Buck leads the gelding out of the stall, stops
by the dog, crouches onto his knees, & pets the dog’s head.
20(sound cue) dog barks once hoarsely.
21(2 shot) collie licks Buck’s hand as he strokes the dog’s head.
22Buck: Hey, I’ll miss you too, King. You take care of the place,
& watch over Jackie.
23(medium wide-shot) Buck stands up, puts a red horse blanket
on the big black, then tosses up a well-worn saddle.
24(sound cue) metal clinking, one hoof rapping, leather
25(hold medium shot) watching Buck finishing the saddling,
then slipping the old Winchester into a scabbard, before
tying the sack on top of his saddle bags.
26(sound cue) harmonica & sweet violin strains.
27(cut to reverse wide-shot) the back of the Indian woman,
with young Buck approaching leading the horse.
28(cut to reverse medium-shot) Buck’s POV stopping in front
of Bear Woman & the crying infant. He ties off the horse at
29(3 shot) Buck hugs the woman, then kisses his little brother
on top of his fussing head.
30( sound cue) harmonica, with guitar strumming.
31(close-up) Bear Woman: You are 17--you leave as a man,
but where will you go?
32(2-shot) Buck points off to toward the West: out there, onto
the prairie to hunt buffalo.
33Bear Woman: Your father still needs you here--we all need you.
34Buck: Dad finds what he needs in a bottle. I just have to light
out of here before I go crazy or hurt the old man. There is nothing
left between us now.
35(close-up) Bear Woman: when will you return?
36(close-up) Buck, holds in silence for a 2 count: when the hate
is gone from my heart.
37(sound cue) Indian snake rattle fading into buffalo hooves
38(2-shot) Bear Woman: will the killing of Ptaysanwee heal
39Buck: Maybe, there is a whole wide world out there, & I need
to be swallowed up by it.
40(sound cue) banjo & mandolin.
41Bear Woman: then go young Buck, and may you find good
medicine in the bloody sea of grass.
42(cut to medium wide-shot) Buck mounts up, spins the gelding
around facing West, touches the brim of his battered hat, kicks
the black’s sides & gallops off.
43(cut to Loman truck crane shot) Buck riding toward the camera.
44(close-up) Buck’s face, dry-eyed, brows knitted.
45(hold the crane shot) as Buck rides out of the frame.
46(sound cue) horse galloping, dog barking, violin strains.
47(cut to medium close-up) Bear Woman on the porch with infant.
48(close-up) child waving: bye-bye, bye-bye.
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