painting by Marcia Baldwin.
“A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then
both part nobly, both subdued & neither party
1(medium wide crane shot) Chatawa bucked and
kicked his rear hooves into the angry air. The young
cowpoke was still hanging onto the rope, but was
being banged up--Bronson’s wranglers were good.
They sprung toward their horses. The old one
2(jump cut close-ups) Men grabbing their rope spools
--their horses dancing nervously--the young cowboy
trying to get to his feet.
3(sound cue) Chatawa voicing his frustration, his hard
hooves clattering into the ground over coronet & drums.
4(medium wide-shot) in slow motion---Chatawa’s
muscles rippling, mane & tail flying as he leaped and
bucked and spun. Two of the wranglers were now
mounted, one was on his feet--with whirling rope loops
whooshing over their heads.
5(medium close-ups) A whistling loop went over the
stallion’s head, then another, while another snared one
of his airborne rear legs. Chatawa fought them, his eyes
ablaze, foam at his nostrils--until they pulled him off his
6(medium wide-shot) Chatawa going down to his knees,
then pulled over onto his side with a great cloud of dust
erupting beneath him.
7(two-shot) Bronson & Thor up against the corral--Cash
with his hands on his hips & Thor pumping his fists in
8(jump-cuts) the mounted wranglers busily wrapping their
ropes around their pommels, cinching up the slack--the
mares in the corral terrified--cowboys clinched jaws--
Buck & the Eagle’s consternation--the young cowboy
on his feet, putting his back into holding his rope--
Chatawa fighting to his feet, kicking the rope off his back
leg, then majestically rearing up on his back legs, pawing
the hot air, screaming in fury.
9(sound cues) blues guitar licks over French horns.
10(close-ups) Buck open-mouthed with tears on his cheeks
--Johnny as silent as a stone.
11(medium wide shot) Chatawa seeming to calm a bit as
the wranglers continued to wrap-cinch the slack.
12(close-up) the young cowboy whooping in victory.
13(two-shot) Bronson walked over to Buck, then pulled off
the leather glove on his right hand & extended it.
14(close-up) Bronson, over Buck’s shoulder : I’m impressed,
Mr. Buck, both with the horse & your excellent judgement.
Believe me, you did the right thing here. Now let’s shake
hands like honorable men. No hard feelings.”
15(close-up) Buck, over Bronson’s shoulder. It was obvious
that he was at one with the ferocious anger in the stallion
and Johnny Eagle--that at that moment he would have
preferred to plant a rifle butt into Bronson’s smirk, but instead
16(two-shot) he reached out and firmly shook the baronic
rancher’s had, without a word, without emotion.
17(medium wide shot) Chatawa fought against the tethers,
attempting to rear up again, but the pokes had him fully
secured. He was going nowhere.
18(medium close-up) Bronson: A piece of advice though in
regards to the future. You need to keep a leash on this Indian.
He’s scorpion mean & he might lead you down the wrong
path. I hope you & I can be good neighbors. I don’t want
trouble, but as you can see, when it comes down to the nut-
cutting, I don’t shy away from it either.
19(extreme close-up) Johnny’s eyes, brimming with rage.
20(two-shot) Buck, over Bronson’s shoulder: He’s my man.
He won’t do anything that I don’t want him to.
21(close-up) Bronson: Well, young sir, that’s good enough
22(medium close-up) He pulled right glove back on, and
mounted his regal palomino, swinging his heavy frame up
into his Spanish saddle, his silver accoutrements clanking.
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