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“You are the road--show me the way. Light up my
day; no more tears, for I am unbroken.”
1(sound cue) six-string blues slide & French horns.
2(overhead drone shot) the Bronson auction barn
corral, an Appaloosa in the middle kicking up a fuss,
with the rails full of spectators, necks jutted forward
like anxious crows.
3(sound cue) heavy hoofs, stallion screams, sax riff.
4(drone in wide shot, descending)
5(sound cue) bullwhip crack and crowd noise.
6(close-up) Chatawa’s angry eyes.
7(cut to medium wide shot) the stallion on his hind
legs, hopping and snorting, neighing like it was in
the middle of a buffalo stampede, slicing the dusty
air with its front legs. There were two ropes around
his neck, one lashed to a breaking post, and the
other was being dragged around in the dust. One of
Bronson’s hands, a grizzled wrangler, stood behind
the post, the rope around his wrist and waist. A
younger cowboy jumped down into the sawdust and
swept up the end of the loose rope.
8(sound cue) snare drum and coronet.
9(medium close-up) the Appaloosa leaped forward
and the young cowpoke was almost jerked off his feet.
In retribution, the old wrangler lashed his rope even
10(medium wide shot) Cash & Thor Bronson were on
the rails near the gate. The auction foreman, Graff,
and Paul Bronson were on the rails to the other side
of the gate.
11(two shot) Cash and the wrangler; Cash yelled out
across the noisy corral: Ryker!
12(close up) Cash: I want that jughead broken today!
I want a women to be able to ride him by sundown.
13(sound cue) crowd laughter & cajoling over clarinet.
14(wide shot) Ryker ordered the youngster to lash his
rope to a second post, and to get a horse blanket. He
rapidly did so, and stood waiting for more instructions.
15(close up) Graff’s red flabby face: Come on, Ryker,
get on that damned plug and show him who’s boss!
16(sound cue) piano & harmonica.
17(medium wide shot) the wrangler told the youngster
to hang on to the breaking rope, taking up the slack,
while he took the horse blanket and walked toward the
18(close-up) Chatawa watching him warily.
19(medium close up) Ryker: Easy, big fellow, easy.
20(two-shot) Ryker kept up his soothing banter as he
approached the flecked stud. Chatawa arched his
neck, bobbed his head, and stamped the ground with
a front hoof. The wrangler got within two feet of the
stallion, and stopped.
21(sound cue) harmonica huffing.
22(overhead crane shot) Neither one moved. There
was a long frozen moment while they stared at each
23(two-shot) Ryker reached out to stroke the horse’s
neck. The flesh on the stallion’s neck quivered, as he
pulled his head back.
24(sound cue) French horn, saxophone & coronet
bleating in harmony.
25(wider shot) the stallion leaped forward, pulling
the young cowboy to his knees, raised up on hind
legs again, pawing the air with lethal hooves, backing
Ryker half way across the pen.
26(sound cue) crowd response, cursing & catcalling.
27(medium close-up) Ryker: You damned blockhead!
No more bullshit! It’s time to knock some of craziness
out of you! --his voice an angry growl.
28(two-shot) He whirled around to a sawhorse near
him, and grabbed a short bull whip with multiple tails.
29(sound cue) If you use it on him, I will use it on you!
some one yelled.
30(wide shot) Everyone turned. Johnny Eagle
straddled the gate, watching Ryker like a hawk watches
a rodent. Buck stood just behind him, his big hands on
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