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Sipping & Jawing
“There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can
set upon the freedom of my mind.”--Virginia Woolf.
Wallace: So how are things out at Antlered Buck?
Buck: Pardon, what do you know about the ranch?
Wallace: I know it’s prime grazing land that’s been sitting idle
for a long time. I know that Bronson wants it--& I know that
someone has been paying the taxes every year like clockwork.
3(sound cue) sweet harmonica.
4(close-up) Buck, smiling: You are pretty well informed.
5(two shot) Wallace with angle over Buck’s broad shoulder.
--Hell’s fire, every dumb ass in town knows that much.
6(close up) Wallace, him smiling now:
--Yeah, a year or so ago, Bronson sent his foreman up to the county
seat at Silver City to find out the legal status of the place.
7(sound cues) Stagecoach rumbling by, dogs barking, piano chords.
8(medium close up) Buck just stared quietly at the old storekeeper.
9(angle on) Wallace:
--Word was that they don’t like the Bronsons much up there, & the county
clerk sent their bought-butts packing.
Buck: What was the verdict?
Wallace: Christ’s eyes, son, you know what it was--the ranch is legally owned.
Buck: No shit?
This time it was Wallace that did the staring.
--Well, yeah.....I think it is about time for me to take up residence again.
I got some plans for fixing it up.
Wallace: Might be tricky if you need a loan; Bronson owns the fucking
Buck: Money is not really an issue.
Wallace swallowed the last of the home hooch in his metal cup, & set
it down on a shelf; Buck did the same with his.
14(sound cue) clink-clink, one cup after the other.
Buck was staring at a colorful Mexican serape hung on the wall.
Buck met his gaze.
Wallace: I knew your Pa.
16(sound cue) banjo & saxophone.
17(medium wide shot) Cut to the front door opening, its welcoming
18(medium close-up) A young woman with raven-black hair rushes into
the store. Her flashing green eyes were angry as she strode deliberately
up to the men. Her starched white blouse has Spanish lace at the neck
& bodice, & it rose & fell over large breasts. Her buckskin riding outfit was
spotted with gray-white dust.
19(three-shot) with her back to the camera. She carried a small riding quirt,
& wore high top black boots without spurs. The backside of her leather skirt
was shiny from much riding.
20(close-up) The Woman:
--God damn it, Dad! I just heard you’ve been mouthing off to Joe Hop. Jesus,
that was real smart.
21(three-shot) Wallace in the middle, replying calmly, quite accustomed to
--Salina--this is Mr. Rod Buck.
22(sound cue) guitar & cello chords.
23(medium close-up) Salina:
--I know who he is.
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