Blackthorne--Review, Part V

Blackthorne

Cinemagenics 30-35.

Review, Part V

“I sent my first draft, in treatment form, of my screenplay for

RIDE VALIANT off to Los Angeles last week. First comments

seemed favorable; waiting for more feedback for changes.”

--Glenn

Thirty-One: Sipping & Jawing--Wallace inquires about Antlered Buck.

Buck is surprised that so many folks know that the ranch had its

taxes paid annually by an absentee landlord. Bronson wants to buy

it, increasing his spread. Buck admits he has taken up residence, &

that he plans, “to fix the place up”. Wallace points out that Bronson has

controlling interest in the town bank as well. Buck said, “Money is not

an issue.”  An attractive young woman entered the store in a riding

outfit. It is Wallace’s daughter, Salina. She is very upset that her father

“mouthed off” to the sheriff. Wallace introduced Rod Buck. She looked

at him & said, “I know who he is.”

Thirty-Two: The Offer--Salina rails against Buck for putting her father

in the middle of the squabble. Wallace tries to calm her down. She

said, “So you decide to come home at last?”  Buck replied, “Looks that

way.”  She blurts out, “Do you want to sell your ranch?” Buck, stunned,

asked, “Sell to who?” “Dad & I,” she replied, smiling, “Because Cash

Bronson wants it, & we would prefer he doesn’t get it.” She felt that he

still was a drifter, & when he tired of being in one place, & moved on

again, “the ranch would be host to blow sand. Either that or you will

tangle with Bronson’s bunch, & get your damn fool head blown off.”

He stood there considering her thoughts, while they waited for his

reply.

Thirty-Three: Memories--Buck said,” Well--I’m not really interested in

selling at this time.” Salina flared up,” Why in hell not? You could stay

drunk for a year on what we’d pay you. You are waltzing in a rattlesnake

nest here.”  Buck became irritated, “I don’t want to get drunk, or ride out,

or sell my ranch, or run from Bronson. My bones will be buried right there

on the ranch, next to my folks.” She said, “OK, if you’ve made up your mind,

I’ll be sure to put flowers on your grave every other Sunday.” She left the

store & stood out in the back yard near the flower garden. Buck then

remembered the freshly white-washed picket fence, & the wilted flowers

on the graves in his family plot. He flushed red. He said, “Your daughter

seems to have iron staves in her petticoat.” He watched her out the back

door, standing with her hands on her hips, her Mexican scarf fluttering.

Wallace poured them another drink. “Yup, she is her own person,

that’s a fact.” Buck then remarked that if Wallace had known his

father, it must have been after he lit out, “Because I don’t recall

knowing you.”  Wallace said, “Yeah, you were gone, but old Bill

talked about you a lot. I knew him during his worst years, when

you could trip over him any morning sleeping on your porch, or

out in the barn.”  Cut to Salina, weeping,  holding a single yellow

rose, staring out at the horizon.

Thirty-Four: Courtship--Buck thanked Wallace for “befriending

a man who didn’t deserve one.” Wallace said, “Deserving had

nothing to do with it. I don’t expect thanks for caring about a

man most folks spit on.”  Buck made it clear that, “My father

was one man, I’m another--you & I don’t have to be friends.”

Wallace said, “Whoa, Hoss, looks like my whiskey stirred up

some past dust.”  Buck talked about rebuilding his horse herd

for the ranch, asking where he might find some brood mares

& a stallion. Wallace pointed out that Bronson had the best

stock in those parts. Buck said he’d find another way. Wallace

said, “You’ll probably need to hire a hand.” Buck asked, “Are

you looking for some part time work?”  They both laughed.

Wallace mentioned Johnny Eagle, a half-breed bronc-buster

that used to work with his Pa. “He’s easy to find--he hangs out

at the Cantina.”  Buck got ready to leave. Wallace assured him

that their offer for the ranch was solid & good intentioned, and

that if he sold to them, “He’d always be welcome there.” Buck

asked out of the blue, “Does your daughter have any suitors?”

Wallace smiled, “She’s the hog’s drawers around here, and she

knows it; but so far she hasn’t hooked up with any of the local

tomcats. She scared most of them.”  Buck: “I like her.”  Wallace:

“So does Thor Bronson.”

Thirty-Five: Equus--We are introduced to a large herd of wild

mustangs--rippling muscles, long manes & tails, galloping at

full speed. A tall magnificent Appaloosa stallion led the herd,

running like the beautiful lyrics of an Apache song, like the

paintings on Navajo drums, like the stories told around Comanche

campfires. There is a lone albino bison on a bluff above them, a

medicine brute. Overhead drone shot with the pair in counterpoint,

as the horses halted--the white buffalo on the right side of the

frame, the Appaloosa on the left, with the morning sun rising

up hot between them.

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We are introduced to Johnny Eagle, a wrangler in a horse-breaking

corral, with a dozen cowpokes on the fence watching him work with

a chestnut mustang mare. The horse reared up furiously on its hind

legs. The Eagle smiled. He was short & heavily muscled. A red-

faced pot-bellied man in a drugstore Western shirt & a derby said,

“Come on, you half-breed bastard, we don’t have all day. Are you

going to fuck it or ride it?”  The Indian gave no acknowledgement,

keeping his focus on the mare.

Glenn Buttkus

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