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Blackthorne
Cinemagenic 125
Onslaught
“Countering onslaught with non-violence is like
antelopes ruling the jungle over lions.”
--Andhesh Singh.
1(medium close-up) Hop opens the middle
drawer in his desk.
2(two-shot) Billy dove forward into a shoulder
roll and fired the shotgun. Hop hit the floor with
a .45 in each hand, firing both at his deputy. The
front door burst open and two men rushed in with
their pistols lit up.
3(one shot) Buck leaped for the floor, and quickly
scooted backwards under the chained bed.
4(close-up) Billy’s shotgun blast blew an ugly hunk
out of the adobe wall right where Hop had been
sitting. Four active hand guns ricocheted bullets all
over the room.
5(sound cue) extra loud gun blasts over piano.
6(close up) Buck held his hands over his head.
7(one-shot) Billy crashed against the south wall,
shot in the face and throat.
8(three-shot) the intruders fired in Buck’s
direction. Hop belly-shot both of them. One
dropped his pistol and slumped forward like
someone had gutted him. The other was a
hardcase, and as his knees buckled, he snapped
off a shot at Hop. The .38 slug ripped through the
Sheriff’s forearm, spinning him against the base
of the stone wall behind him. Another gunman
stepped into the room, firing two pump shotgun
blasts in Hop’s direction. Hop was on the floor,
brick and mortar dust blew up next to his head,
temporarily blinding him, as his thigh burned with
a wound. Hop’s Colts barked twice. Buck heard
all four shots as one roar. The newcomer fell
backwards, twisting in the air, one of his eyeballs
shoved into his brain, and in mid-air he caught a
piece of .45 lead in the middle of his chest,
knocking him down.
The chorus of gunshots rumbled out across the
dark street, all expended in less than a minute,
five men shot in sixty seconds, a thunderous
crackling bouncing off buildings as the sound
wave rushed to the sky.
9(sound cue) coronet and castanets.
10(one-shot) Buck lie very still, safe in his cell,
expecting more men to charge through the door.
The pungent oder of gut-shot men mingled with
crushed brick and gun powder.
11(sound cue) Voice-over, Hop: Buck, are you
still breathing?
Buck: I bumped my head diving under the bunk.
Hop: Fuck you.
Buck: Did you get elected?
Hop: No, but I got nominated real good.
Buck: Do you need some help?
12 (cut to medium wide shot) Hop: You just stay put.
I’m going to try and close the damn door.
Hop struggled to his feet, using the Sharps as crutch.
13(sound cue) Joe Hop ? came a voice from outside.
Hop stopped, and crouched down behind his desk. It
was Cash Bronson’s voice. He wiped the flop sweat
from his forehead with a bloody shirt sleeve.
Hop: Yeah, Cash, I hear you.
Bronson: You alright in there, Sheriff?
Hop: Still pissing and moaning.
He checked his load, two shots left.
Bronson: Hold your fire, Joe, I’m coming in.
Hop cocked his Colt. So, get to it.
Buck: I told you to let me have a weapon.
Bronson entered the room, followed by Henry
Wallace, Bob Hart, and a couple others.
Hop: That’s far enough, covering them all.
“Where’s Buck? a female voice inquired, as
Salina pushed her way into the room.
Hop shook his head. Now everybody take it
easy while my head clears.
I’m right here, Buck said, suddenly standing
among them. Salina rushed up and threw her
arms around him. He held her tightly, but he
eyed Bronson. Bronson stared back. Hop
watched them both. Salina got busy kissing on
Buck. Wallace was smiling.
13(sound cue) piano and fiddle.
Glenn Buttkus
Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub OLN
11 comments:
Oh... this almost sounds like the beginning of the end. Maybe there is one Bronson who is not really bad.
We are winding down the saga, but there are 60 more pages of the novel left to work with, so that's like 30 more episodes.
That’s amazing, Glenn, Episode 125 and you reckon there are only 30 more episodes to go! I’ll be sad to see it come to an end – I’ll miss all the action. I love the description in: ‘a thunderous crackling bouncing off buildings as the sound wave rushed to the sky’ and the appeal to the sense of smell in the ‘pungent odour of gut-shot men mingled with crushed brick and gun powder’. I’m so glad Salina found Buck.
You even got the election in this one.😀
I wondered what you were getting at with Billy and the shotgun and bringing back 3 plates of grub. Tsk tsk Billy you see where your choice to side with got you. Oops no I guess you don't as you are dead now.
Why why why would Hop let Bronson and the rest walk in? That makes no sense to me. I don't trust Bronson and all he has to get through is one doubly wounded lawman to the unarmed man in the cell. Keeping Buck alive is too dangerous as he knows Buck will never let these wrongs go by without justice.
"a thunderous crackling bouncing off buildings as the sound wave rushed to the sky." WHEW! What a shoot out. You always get me worried when the guns start firing in rapid succession and bodies are flying and jumping and diving. But.....HURRAH! Salina is back! Always like to see the love interest inserted into the plot :) I shall stay tuned!
Love galloping along n this fascinating ride of yours Glenn. As I have said before, you have this form snd genres in your bones! As I have also cajoled — sell this to Netflix!! I am serious! Let them produce it. Bet you never approached them. Only takes a letter, and I know you can write dude... if no Netflix original movie, self-publish a damned book. I will definitely buy a copy brother...
I'm still hearing that pounding piano...I too wonder what's cogitating in all those brains right now.
Such stellar writing here, Glenn!💝 There is a cinematic feel to this one and I love how aptly you describe the gunshots as "a thunderous crackling bouncing off buildings as the sound wave rushed to the sky." I wonder whether Bronson is truly Buck's ally.
An action-packed scene, Glenn! I would love to see this on the big screen.
'The pungent oder of gut-shot men mingled with
crushed brick and gun powder.' - an enduring image. Great write!
A bronco-bustin wild ride of a story
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