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“My husband & I did not sign a pre-nuptial agreement--
we signed a mutual suicide pact.”--Roseanne Barr.
1(two-shot) angle on Johnny:
--Deep sadness, yes, but beneath that bitter bark there is
still a son--a son that will breathe life back into ruins, who
will put magnificent horses back into those lush high meadows
at Antlered Buck.
2(reverse shot) angle on Buck:
--You’re telling me that at the end my father dreamed of horses?
3(sound cue) castanets & soft snare drum.
4(medium close-up) the Eagle: Yes, he dreamed so hard, he died
with hoof prints on his face.
5(close-up) Buck, his eyes becoming moist, his gaze far away.
6(two-shot) angle on Johnny: But do not think of that, he is in the
ground, food for the flowers we have planted in your family plot.
You are the last Buck; everyone else has left before you. You are
alone now, just like me.
7(sound cue) harmonica & horse’s hooves.
8(medium two-shot) Buck was quiet for a moment, drumming his
strong fingers, staring hard into the black agate orbs of the Indian.
Finally, he said: Will you work for me?
9(sound cue) coronet & snare drum bap.
10(medium close-up) as the thick knife from the Eagle’s left hip bit
deep into the top of the scarred table next to Buck’s hands.
11(quick cut to two-shot) nearly in the same instant, the buffalo
hunter came out of his chair, knocking it over backwards, the Colt
Thunderer cocked in his right hand, leveled at Johnny’s chest.
The Eagle rose slowly, his chair squawking as he stood up, never
losing eye contact, walking boldly up to the extended horns of the
buffalo, stopping when the barrel of the pistol aimed at his neck.
He calmly pushed the powerful pistol out of the way & thrust out
his calloused brown hand.
12(tight two-shot) angle on Johnny Eagle:
--As I have said, I am your man. I will proudly stand & fight beside
you, watching your back, being your companero.
13(sound cue) Indian branch flute & piano & hawk’s scree.
14(close-up) the fat hammer on the silver Colt clicked as it came safely
down, & with a flick of the wrist, it was re-holstered. There was a
15(cut to overhead crane shot) all the Charros in the cantina re-holstered their
16(medium close-up) Mateo: Jesus Christa, you hombres play rough.
17(sound cue) Laughing, loud voices, some clapping, & guitar strumming.
18(two-shot) angle on Johnny: Mierda, you are rattlesnake quick for a big man.
--angle on Buck: As are you for an old one.
They both sit down, with Buck picking up his chair. They sipped in silence.
Buck spoke first: You might say I’ve had a busy day.
--Johnny: Uh-huh, we heard about the wild buffalo raging loose in Bronson’s
pussy-pen of putas.
--Buck: Then the barber got himself plugged.
--Johnny: Yes, Mr. Barnes, a good man. I hear that he will live.
--Buck: I have to say it though--it ain’t going to be a Sunday picnic working
for me. Bronson has a small army of gunslingers.
19(medium close-up) Johnny: Sometimes I can hear my death song on the
winds of dawn; just the melody--no words yet.
20(close-up) Buck: Yeah, Pard--me too.21(sound cue) seed rattle, harmonica, & cello.
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