Wednesday, September 2, 2020

Blackthorne Episode 121


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Cinemagenic 121


“Courage is in the air in bracing whiffs, better

than all the stalemate ands and ifs.”

--Robert Frost.

1(medium close-up) Buck: What was his name?

lowering his chin, shaking his head slowly, and 

staring a hole in Bronson.

2(medium wide shot) Billy, his eyes damp: Jimmy

Dancing Bear; a friend of mine. He held his

long-barreled Colt in his left hand, covering Buck.

Wallace looked worried and weary.

Hop: Let’s scat.

Bronson: Paul; you help your brother down the

street to the Doc’s. Burt, you go with him.

3(sound cue) piano and violins.

The sheriff motioned to the door with the barrel of

his Colt. Buck stepped over the Indian, then 

turned back, Adios, Jimmy Dancing Bear. You were

a good man. Be seeing you again one day.

Then he pushed through the red half-doors and left.

Hop, following Buck into the dark: Count ‘em, Billy.

Wallace paused for a moment, staring down at the

Indian, red pulp and pulled pork in a bead shirt.

Then in his arthritic gait he rushed after the others

4(one shot) Cash Bronson stood out on the 

boardwalk, struck a match on a pillar, and lit a fat

expensive cigar. 

5(sound cue) banjo and harmonica.

6(three-shot) Paulie struggled out next. He and a

ruffian held Thor up, who was pale from pain and

loss of blood.

7(wide shot) The trembling trio stumbled into the

white dust, making their way toward the Doctor’s.

Cash stood smoking and watching, his arms folded.

8(sound cue) It’s over! someone yelled

9(cut to overhead crane shot) People poured out

of the shadows and alleys between the bank, the

post office, the general store and the Bronson

House Hotel. Folks shuffled around nervously,

talking loudly--their voices echoing back and

forth across the main street.

10(sound cue) banging doors, heavy feet over

violins and accordion. 

11(cut to two-shot) Cash and the deputy.

Cash: So what’s the tally, young William?

Billy:  I count five, and one badly wounded. A guy

in here tells me they caught Jeb Barnes in a

cross-fire, and he’s over to the Doc’s now. Must

be quite a party.

Bronson smiled: Don’t forget to count the Indian.

He began to walk slowly away, puffing white smoke

against a black sky.

Glenn Buttkus

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brudberg said...

Oh... I find Bronson's smugness afterward especially chilling. It is if enjoy the death of people. Does he have an undertaker business as well?

Sanaa Rizvi said...

I agree with Bjorn! Bronson seems somewhat mellow and smug after the incident. It's as though he revels in death. Waiting to read what happens next!

Grace said...

That is some gunfight and ending Glenn. Bronson is cold-blooded, and merciless.

robkistner said...

Love your grasp and eloquence with regard to the language and atmosphere of the cowboy western Glenn. Not something I can match brother, but I enjoy reading your work! Oh, and yeah, before I forget... FUCK TRUMP!

Kim M. Russell said...

I love the expression ‘staring a hole in Bronson’. Buck can probably stare down anyone. But what a gruesome description of the Indian, ‘red pulp and pulled pork in a bead shirt’ – they certainly made a mess of him, and the doctor has his work cut out with the rest of them. My favourite bit is when the people ‘poured out of the shadows and alleys between the bank, the
post office, the general store and the Bronson House Hotel’ and the way they react to the gunfight.

JadeLi said...

I am still finding it hard to wrap my mind around the reality that the Indian was murdered by being shot in the back after showing such courage and honor, while the hub of evil is smirking and smoking an expensive cigar. Let's just say I'm on edge until the next chapter!

Truedessa said...

You are masterful in the art of charactes and the time in your western series. I found the contrast of the white dust unsettling as I imagine blood drizzling along the path. This man seems to have no mercy. I hope karma catches up with him soon.

Merril D. Smith said...

I'm with the others, Bronson does seem cold and smug.