Thursday, January 7, 2016

Blackthorne, Scene 52

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Cinemagenic Fifty-Two


“How strange that Nature does not knock, & yet
never is the intruder.”--Anonymous.

1(sound cue) Killdee chirping, cricket & bullfrog duet over a harp
& harmonica.
2(wide-shot) the fiery morning sun a few minutes high, with blood
red shafts still dancing on thin ragged clouds hugging the foothills.
A small pond in the foreground, with a soft breeze stroking a stand
of cattails. Smoke from a campfire near the far shore rolls into the
sky in the center of the frame.
3(sound cue) Indian branch flute over campfire embers popping.
4(overhead drone shot) moving across the quiet water revealing
a campsite; the red & white stallions were hobbled & grazing up to
the left of two men.
5(close up) Buck opening his eyes.
6(two-shot) the Eagle was squatting over the fire cooking.
7(close-up) Buck blinking & smiling, his nose twitching.
8(cut to medium close-up) Johnny pushing around bacon in a small
blackened frying pan with a long knife. A pair of scorched coffee cans
were propped up in the fire--one full of steaming black coffee, & the
other brimming with bubbling white beans; several sourdough biscuits
sat in a pan next to them.
9(close-up) Johnny: Good afternoon, boss--you about ready for some
10(medium two-shot) Buck sat up, raising her knees, & folding up a
red flannel blanket. Cheewa, who had joined them last night, got up &
stretched while yawning.
11(sound cue) horses nickering over guitar chords.
12(reverse wide shot) pulling back smoothly revealing the corral trap
& the three horses in it. The pair of mares were down on folded legs,
munching grass. The tall Appaloosa stood alone watching the prairie
13(close-up) the stallion’s eye, the pupil contracting, his head bobbing.
14(cut to medium close-up) a jack rabbit burst out of the low brush near
the Eagle, making a break for it. Cheewa lunged forward, leaping into the
chase, propelled by a growl, jumping over the edge of the fire, spilling the
coffee a little.
15(close-up) Johnny: Besa mi culo, boss, your dog just about trampled
our fine breakfast.
16(two-shot) angle on Buck: Hey, he’s just getting after his own meal. I’m
sure he’s sorry he spilled the coffee.
17(sound cue) both men laughing over sweet piano & juice harp,
& Cheewa barking.
18(medium close-up) the Eagle stood up & said: You need to get
up, my Buck--we got company.
19(sound cue) coronet & snare drum.
20(two-shot) Johnny with his left hand on his hip, the skinning knife
in his right hand. Buck behind him struggling to his feet, one hand on
his saddle cantle & the other rubbing sleep out of his eyes. He rose up
on one knee.
Buck: Can you tell how many?
Johnny: More than four.
Buck: Well, fuck me first thing in the morning.
The Eagle picked up his Carbine & pumped a shell into the chamber.
Cheewa had returned with blood on his muzzle, & he stood next to
Johnny, a growling black ramrod. 
21(medium wide shot) a swirling dust cloud out on the flats began to
fill up with five riders.
22(sound cue) horse’s hooves & blues guitar slide.
23(medium close-up) Buck got to his feet, & stretched his long muscular arms, 
running his hands through his salt & pepper locks, brushing out some pine 
needles. He scooped up his hat & his heavy wide gun belt. He pulled the flat 
black hat low over his eyes, letting the chin strap hang down the back of his
thick neck. He strapped on the gun belt, buckling it tight, pistol cartridges
in front, & .50 caliber brass shells on the back side. He slipped on his
battle vest with the red shotgun shells poking out from his chest. He check-
ed the load on the Colt Thunderer & the sawed off shotgun on his left hip.
He levered a big shell into the firing chamber of his Sharps & leaned it up
on the edge of his fancy saddle. He was wide awake now. 
24(medium close-up) Johnny: I count cinco culeros, riding hard down on
us out of the dawn darkness. A pack of pendejos.
25(cut to a medium wide shot) In the corral, Chattawa stood as a dappled
statue, the yellow lariat still dangling from his arched neck. The mares were
up now, all of them still in partial shadow silhouette, with the red sun blinking
through their scanty manes.
26(sound cue) guitar, violin & drums.
27(two-shot) angle on Buck, shading his eyes as the riders approached out
of the sun in the east, When they were two hundred yards out, strung out in
a Cavalry picket line, he asked: Who is it? Can you tell yet?
28(close-up) Johnny: It’s Cash Bronson.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub OLN


brudberg said...

Here is trouble brewing already before breakfast... love the morning scenery though... and I can feel the smell of coffee and bacon, it seems it's divided now.. the good against the bad as it should be... I look forward to the next installment.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

I love the sense of excitement that this piece brings to the reader :D
Beautifully executed!

Kate Mia said...

of tribal
in Western way..
lines of soldiers
in cowboy clothes..
one side against the
other.. always one way
or the other.. question
becoMinG can Western
ways invite
more than
the other side..
funny how human
the same..
Cowboys against
the Raiders works
my friend
Glenn.. now..
and i kinda
miss 'that'
so wild and free..:)

Scarlet said...

There's some action coming along ~ Love the music, framing of the animals specially this part:

In the corral, Chattawa stood as a dappled statue, the yellow lariat still dangling from his arched neck. The mares were up now, all of them still in partial shadow silhouette, with the red sun blinking through their scanty manes.


Bodhirose said...

I enjoy every single scene, with the accompanying music, sound effects and angles of shots. Now I wonder who are these guys that came upon their campsite, what do they want, and who is Cash Bronson??

Glenn Buttkus said...

Gayle, dozens of episode ago, we found out that Cash Bronson is the big honcho, the cattle baron, who owns half the town. He hires a lot of gunfighters. He has two brothers, Paulie, who is a gambler & womanizer, & Thor, who is a killer, & the foreman of the ranch. In my novel, this scene is page 68, & Buck has been waiting for this inevitable confrontation.

KB said...

Glenn, I have to be honest, although I'm not keen on your Blackthorne poems, this is the first time I decided to listen to your reading of it. You have a wonderfully evocative voice that is almost plaintive in its call to be listened to. While I still have a hard time reading your shooting scripts, even though I am an avid film buff and even wrote a screenplay once myself for "As I Lay Dying" which was very Bergmanesque,the sheer joy of listening to your voice was poetic in itself. Thank you for the experience, Smiles...>KB

Joseph Hesch said...

As always, your called camera shots form vivid, poetics images in my mind, Glenn. It really is as if I can see what the camera sees, hear the sound cues, smell that bacon and the burnt slap in the throat of that coffee. Sorry I've been silent here for so long. Lot of rocks been toss d in my way over.

Beachanny said...

So when is this going to be filmed and turned into the movie we all want to see. I'm always happy reading your words even though I feel as though I'm walking in and out of the theater because there's a racket happening in the lobby that I have to take care of. Keep writing Glenn! (and acting too ;-)

Marina Sofia said...

This was such a nice domestic scene, the calm before the storm...

scotthastiepoet said...

Hiya Glenn, Listened to your for this first time and it was very telling - the poetry in your words is very rich and came alive for me... Hope someone picks up this script one day... Perhapsthis is the year for you! With Best Wishes

kaykuala said...

He strapped on the gun belt, buckling it tight, pistol cartridges
in front, & .50 caliber brass shells on the back side.

Certainly well-armed one can get the picture of a group used to facing adversaries just as well-armed.Such preparedness will exude that expected confrontations on equal strengths. Lots of excitements coming! Very well narrated Glenn! Makes it alive!


Anonymous said...

Nice write.

Hayes Spencer said...

The plot is thickening and stirring. Being an avid camper (not the in a camper-type but wilderness camping), I could actually smell the bacon and coffee in the air. Along with tension and excitement. A very heady mixture.

Abhra Pal said...

Glenn - sorry I am late. Your visual treats are always enjoyable - but find it difficult to connect - when I read a continuation. Is it not better to give a summary at the beginning? Just a thought. Hope you had a good weekend and wish you a happy new year.

Bryan Ens said...

All this trouble, and they haven't even had coffee yet. Trouble indeed!