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“It is a great art to saunter.”--Henry David Thoreau.
1(close-up) Rod Buck: Have a drink with me, Fiero.
2(close-up) The Eagle nodded once.
3(sound cue) violin & harmonica.
4(medium wide shot) They walked together across the street; others
were milling around, seemingly oblivious to their little scenario.
5(two shot) Their backs to the camera as they walked toward two horses
wrap-reined to a hitching rail.
6(reverse shot) as they approached the horses, a muscular white stallion,
wearing a soft Indian bridle & a vaquero silver saddle, & Buck’s big Red tied
up taller alongside it. Under the roan, Cheewa sat on his dark haunches, pink
tongue panting, watching the men with coal-black eyes.
7(two-shot) angle on the Eagle over Buck’s shoulder:
--Johnny: Rod Buck, do you belong in Negro-Espina?
8(medium close-up) Buck gazing down the long street:
--I was born here.
--Johnny: Then you are the one.
--Buck: The one?
9(sound cue) crows cawing over a clarinet riff.
10(close-up) the Eagle: The one that Bill Buck used to talk about; the absent
surviving son gone off angry to slay los buf’alo.
11(two-shot) angle on Buck over the Indian’s shoulder:
--Then you did know my father?
12(tight close up) Johnny: I buried him.
13(medium two-shot) there is a small silence as Buck studies the white stallion,
& the Eagle studies Buck.
14(sound cue) sweet piano chords.
--Buck: El Blanco--he’s yours?
--Johnny: Yes, this is my Jesus
15(medium close-up) Buck laughing, his eyes shining.
16(two-shot) angle on the Eagle:
--Yeah, why give him an Indian name? He is just Jesus. I liberated him from
some Bandidos down Mexico way.
--Buck: There can be great beauty in some Indian names.
17(sound cue) Indian branch flute twill.
18(two-shot) angle on Johnny: For some men there can be great beauty in
buffalo chips. Both men laughed in masculine harmony.
--Is this your dog?
--Johnny: The black puma. Yes--a good companion, a dog. I prefer
a woman. Now--about that drink...
19(wide shot) The China Doll was a few doors down from them.
20(sound cue) saloon piano & fiddle.
21(close-up) Buck: Forget Bronson’s pussy wallow. I am not welcome
22(two-shot) angle on Johnny: Piss on the China Doll. I only take money
from Bronson--I don’t give it back to him. I only drink whiskey at Pedro’s.
Do you know it?
--Buck: The Cantina?
--Johnny: The very one, my home. I sleep in a back room when in town.
23(medium wide shot) Ranch work wagons, carriages, & horsemen on
the move, as a bustling speeding stage coach rolled past them with
BRONSON STAGE LINES stenciled red on the doors. Johnny untied his
magnificent White & began sauntering South. Buck followed him with his
Roan. Cheewa trotted quietly after them.
24(tracking shot) The five of them padded along in white dust, while rocking
chairs, window hinges, & gouty joints creaked as many eyes followed them
moving along the busy talcum avenue in the ochre afternoon. They halted at
a wide crooked hitching rail in front of Pedro’s cantina.
25(two-shot) they wrap-reined their handsome studs. The Indian stretched
his big arms, yawned, patting his abs & said softly:
--They watch us.
26(medium close-up) Buck, glancing back up the street.
27(two-shot) Buck cracked his knuckles, chewed at his ample lower lip
& nodded back toward the auction office.
28(angle on) the Eagle: For sure, gordo Red Face will run to Bronson--but
it is of no matter. Come, Meet Mateo.29(sound cue) Spanish guitar chords & tambourine.
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