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“Kiss me and you will see how important I am”.
1(sound cue) cello and harmonica.
Narrator: Like Christ, Buck received three visitors
while he was healing.
2(wide shot) Outside the cabin, The vaqueros were
playing cards and drinking morning coffee.
3(dolly shot) into the open front door, into the dark
shadows within. Buck awakened to being kissed--
but not kissed really, more like being licked.
4(three shot) He sat up to find Salina and Henry
attending. On his chest, partially held by Salina
was a big wriggling licking black puppy. He was
whining and wagging his tail so hard it was
thumping. He was soot black, with a star on his
forehead, part Labrador-part German Shepherd.
Salina: Someone wants to meet you.
Buck: Hey, little fella...where’d you come from?
Henry: Doc Sweeney’s bitch had a recent litter.
As the story goes, your dog was one of the
suitors, so they decided you were to have a pup.
Salina: Do you like him?
Buck: No--I love him.
5(sound cue) piano.
The pup barked, and piddled a little in his
Buck held the puppy up: He didn’t have to piss
on me though.
Salina: He is just marking his master. What will
you name him?
Buck: Only one thing I can call him--Cheewa Dos.
The three of them laughed.
Buck, holding his ribs: Christ, don’t make me laugh.
Of course, this made them laugh harder.
Salina: Shall we call him Junior?
Buck: I’m fixin’ to call him Dos. What do you say,
Dos? Dosie boy!
The pup barked.
Buck: He likes it.
He ruffled up the dog’s ears.
Salina: Well, now at least you will have a
Buck: With my luck, he’ll probably be a bed hog.
Salina: Just don’t smother him in your sleep.
We’re going to ramble on, sweetheart. I’ll be
back tonight to check on you.
Buck: Looking forward to it.
She blew him a kiss at the door. Smiling, Henry
blew him a kiss too.
Buck: Get the hell out of here, Sweetpants.
As they exited, Buck snuggled the pup in his
Well, Dos, let me tell you about your Dad.
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