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“No love, no friendship can cross the path of our destiny
without leaving some mark on it.”--Anais Nin
1(two-shot) angle on Johnny: Yeah, Bronson is the one-eyed king
in these parts, but you & the ranch check his power.
2(reverse shot) over the Eagle’s shoulder:
--Buck: You do not care about the danger?
--Johnny: Danger? Shit, it has always been our companion. Do we
ever see the scorpion in our boot? No, thats why we shake them
out every morning. No, what I care about is horses, women, & fishing.
--Buck: There is a small lake on the north meadow.
3(sound cue) water lapping & lune laughing.
4(close-up) Johnny: I know, I used to fish it with your father, catching
fat trout, drinking mescal, & talking about you, & those who were
gone; you know, your mother & brother.
5(close-up) Buck: Christ, I almost drown in that puddle, teaching myself
6(two-shot) angle on Johnny: Your father used to call that lake, Sarah’s
Pond, the place of tears.
--Buck, with a sad smile: He became very sentimental as the place fell
down all around him.
--Johnny: Bronson has been using that lake for watering his herds. If
you try to stop him, that water will writhe with blood.
7(sound cue) coronet & harmonica.
8(medium close-up) Buck: Maybe not, maybe King Bronson will parlay
& pay me for that water.
9(two-shot) angle on Johnny: Good plan--& hey, you are doing a fine
job making a positive impression on El Hefe bendejo.
--Buck laughed: Too true, brother, too true.
--Johnny: How will you share the water after you build your own herd?
--Buck: Yes, let’s talk about my horses.
1(shift to a wide-shot from overhead drone). A huge Appaloosa stood
as solitary sentinel on a hillock, the wind ruffling his mane. He was a
magnificent stallion, twenty hands high, bulging forearms, a thick neck
& broad shoulders. His left ear was Nez Pierce split.
2(sound cue) gunshots & horse’s hooves.
3(close-up) The stallion’s eyes.
4(cut to wide-shot, flash back) a sea of grass, empty frame.
5(sound cue) guitar strumming chords & tom-tom thumping.
6 Horse & rider enter the right side of the frame, an Appaloosa
with an Indian brave on its back, running in a fantastic lunging
7(cut to medium-shot) in slow motion dollying toward the pair.
Crying Wolf wore a short-waisted blue cavalry jacket & leather
leggings, with black & red war paint on his face, & the stallion
had two red bellicose hand prints painted on its muscular withers.
8(cut back to wide-shot) at normal speed, with the Indian galloping
toward the left of the frame as a squad of cavalry troopers ride in
on the right, firing their Spencer rifles & Colts as they pursued
9(sound cue) a volley of gunshots, their echo cracking across the
screen from one Dolby speaker to the other.
10(cut to overhead drone shot) with the troopers in the foreground
& the Indian pulling away from them a hundred yards in the distance.
11( cut to a stationary shot) the Appaloosa & rider gallop toward
the lens, passing it, as they dropped out of the frame, with the blue-
coated troopers riding hard on their heels.
12(sound cue) another volley of gunshots.
13(close-up) two bullets hitting the Indian brave in the back, slumping
him forward. He straightened up just as a rifle shot hit him in the head.
There were two bloody gashes in the horse flanks from the rain of
lead. The Indian let go of the mane, flinging his arms in the air.
14(sound cue) Crying Wolf’s war whoop.
15(medium close-up) The brave was flung off the fleeing horse’s
broad flecked back, hurling through the air before colliding with the
ground, his life shot away.
16(medium wide shot) as the troopers reined up, with a couple of them
continuing to sling lead at the riderless steed.
17(medium close-up) the great stallion was galloping, pouring on the speed,
leaping like a bull elk, rushing out of that field of death with bullets chewing
up the ground near his flashing hooves, their thunderous ricochets pounding
in his velvet ears.18(sound cue) seed rattle, saxophone, & castanets.
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