Project 3: Deep Down Body Thirst
Chapter One
A soon to be bustling city slowly awakens to a red sun. The sun isn’t red; the dust and debris in the air make it so. Various people resume the monotony that makes up their lives. The density of the camp centers around one old bombed out skyscraper. The buildings follow the same pattern on the blocks until they give way to rubble. The people are smart enough to stay away from the outskirts. They know the rubble was not created accidentally. The true target of annihilation is the people. For a war zone, very little defenses appear around the remains of the city. What’s the use of matching force with less force? Burton walks toward HR. He enjoys solitude. The satchels in his hand cause sweat to form on his brow. Burton remains on his pace, never fatiguing. He reaches an incline or broken concrete. For the first time, a look of despair crosses his face, but only for a second. The toe of his massive boot digs in the scorched concrete. After several effortless strides, Burton gets to the top of the hill. The valley below is partially hidden by the smog. The only distinguishable structure is the top of an old skyscraper. The radar antenna atop the building rotates slowly to provide the only contrast to the stillness. Burton exhales deeply from the cigarette he just lit. He returns the lighter to its home inside his jacket. He had to smoke to deaden the dread of the resistance camp. Burton hooks the cigarette in his lips, picks up the bags and continues toward the skyscraper. Passing through the outskirts of town used to be a major fucking hassle. Most of the locals recognized the man with the two bags who appeared periodically. Everyone gives him a wide berth. Burton passed through the camp as a vapor, drawing no attention or reaction. He liked it this way. He could conduct his business and enjoy the protection of the camp without the rest of the bullshit. As Burton comes upon the point where he is just another face in the crowd, he discovers the cause of the crowd. An older man wearing a red leather trench coat bellows loudly across the crowd. Burton strains to decipher the speech but all he can make out if certain words: “NEW…HK’S…Not Balanced…Control…” Must be the same ol pep rally. Burton continues forward, but his thoughts are clearly elsewhere. “Watch Out Chief!” someone angrily barks. Realizing that he knocked the man’s bundle from his hands, Burton mumbles an apology and focuses on the tower. The crowd thins as Burton draws away from the speaker. The base of the skyscraper is heavily guarded. The guards look especially anxious. When he reaches the bottom of the stairs one guard stops him. “Hold it, where are you going with those bags?” Burton doesn’t answer or even acknowledge the guard’s presence. The guard steps in front of him and removes his side arm. “I SAID HOLD IT!” Burton returns a look not of fear, but of annoyance. They stare each other down for a few moments until the other guard breaks the stalemate. "He’s just a bounty collector. I’ve seen him before.” The other guard replies “Well I haven’t.” The animalistic stare down ends when a round piece of metal from Burton’s bag clangs to the ground. Burton continues to emit his gaze. The guard is distracted by the metal and returns his eyes to the waiting eyes of Burton. “See I told ya. Bounty collector.” The now agitated guard growls “Sell your garbage and get out of HR!” The heavy satchels hit the ground with a CLANG. Burton picks up the piece that fell out and returns it to one of the bags. Re-encumbering himself, Burton curls the corners of his mouth slightly upward to both guards. After he passes them, he overhears one of the guards say quietly “I can’t believe the council will buy intelligence from outsiders like that!” The near empty lobby of the building is the cleanest room in the city. Hardly marred by the dust or damage, the lobby represents the “finer” side of human civilization of the day. The interior of the building is but a skeleton compared to the complex structures beneath. All 36 floors deserted. The decision to move underground was not by choice. Nothing blocks scanners better than solid earth. Waiting for a reception, Burton eyes the crown jewel of the resistance, HR headquarters. What a fucking joke! Finally the gears of the elevator announce the arrival of the welcoming committee. The gears are well oiled. Any SD (SeekDestroy) cruising overhead has the capability to detect sounds over six decibels. This sound range included weapon fire of course, but much worse than that SD’s picked up speech, or even a loud fart could compromise a position. The pneumatic doors begin to open painfully slow. The welcoming committee doesn’t mind waiting. The expression on their cold faces never changes while the door is opening. 4 men total stand at attention. One man stands in front of the other three. Finally he speaks “State number and purpose of business.” “I don’t have a number, but I am here to collect the bounties on these chips.” The three men behind the lead man shift their eyes toward each other nervously and tighten their grips on the weapons at the mention of a numberless person. “Well, I am Captain 1-0-3-4 and I am going to call this in.” Burton releases a deep breath of exasperation. “Be my guest.” Since his trips have become less frequent the guards don’t remember the man without a number. Just a year ago, Burton would have already finished his business in this amount of time. The turnover rate for guards grew exponentially. Some deserted, some were re-assigned, but most were killed. The only guard who ever recognized and spoke to Burton was killed. If it weren’t for the need of pesky things like food, upgrades, and equipment, Burton would never subject himself to such annoying procedures. Besides, what other job could he get? Without a number he couldn’t work for Humitec. He couldn’t work officially for the resistance without getting involved with a bunch of political bullshit. It certainly seemed that his current position was the best he could do given the awful circumstances. Anyway, beginning the process of changing careers could take weeks. Burton expected to die every time he went scavenging for intelligence chips. How could they piece anything with just orders for a single combat unit? Burton spent some time pondering this problem in the lobby of HR headquarters. What he actually does is to scavenge through a battlefield and sort through robot remains looking for the chip in their headpiece that contains the orders they never carried out. The confusing part to Burton was the big picture. How are resistance leaders piecing together an overall battle strategy from one single kill order from a single HK (HunterKiller)? Maybe the resistance council knew something else. All that mattered to Burton was getting the cash for the parts. He really didn’t give a shit what they did with them after that. Captain 1034 finally returned. “Looks like the Council wants to see you.” “What for?” “They didn’t say, but you should go.” “Is it about the parts?” “I said they didn’t say! If you want to keep selling chips here, you will go.” “Fucked from the start” Burton thinks to himself as the gathers the bags containing the chips. “Where to ten thirty four?” The Captain walks to the elevator unamused. Burton follows hesitantly as the guards fall in behind him. The pneumatic doors close with a WHISH and the Captain punches the appropriate buttons. The dulled sense of motion from the elevator mirrored the communication between its human contents.
Chapter Two
The doors open with the same hydraulic WHISH. A large, empty chamber with a low ceiling reveals itself. Burton follows 1034 to a screened window with a person behind it. “Captain 1034 with Burton.” Both the men behind the window and Burton look up quickly at the mention of Burton’s name. “What? I called him in. The Council wants to see him.” The man behind the window seems scared. “It’s alright.” He pushes the button to activate the large security doors that lead to the entrails of Human Resistance Headquarters. The doors slide open. The three guards behind Burton take a step forward cueing Burton to follow their lead. The security watchman stares at Burton with wide eyes. As Burton passes the security station, he stops dead in his tracks. No longer protected by the window screen, the security watchman must busy himself to deny Burton’s attention. Burton shakes his head slightly from side to side and then continues following the trailing guards’ cue. The open doors at the end of a long hall provide the only activity past the heavy security doors. Two more guards are positioned outside the open doors. As the guards fall in rank outside the door, Burton is left with the same feeling he always had when seeing the council. Just like previous visits, Burton makes up his mind not to be pressured into involvement. The Council consisted of eight members, but only three of them spoke to guests. Having five pair of eyes staring at him, but never entering the conversation pissed Burton off royally. He didn’t know if the Council ever broke the ice and had a round of beers at the end of the day. He didn’t even know if they had names besides Councilman 1-8. Were they even human? Something in his brain told him that visit was anything but typical. He sets the bags on the ground and waits for a response. The lead Councilman, Number One of course, finally spoke after Burton counted several heartbeats. “Burton? Come forward.” Burton takes one step forward. “We wish to speak to you about the last batch of chips you sold to us.” “What about them?” “Can you remember where you collected them?” “Maybe. What’s it to you?” “Maybe nothing depending on this load.” “Is Humitec planning something big?” “Possibly. We will pay double for HK model chips collected west of River 27.” Burton has no response to Councilman One’s last statement. He is obviously pondering this new information. Councilman One interrupts his thought process. “Do you understand?” “Yes.” “Do you have any questions?” “Don’t Two or Three have anything to say?” The two mentioned Councilman shift eyes toward each other while Councilman One speaks. “No. This is all we wish to say.” “Figures.” “1034, take Burton to intelligence.” “Yes, Councilman One.” Burton picks up the bags up; shoots one last glance of misunderstanding towards the council and grudgingly follows the guards. Guard 1034 escorts Burton through the open doors of the council chamber back through the security station to the elevators. 1034 stares at the numbers above the doors after putting in his access code. WHISH. Inside the elevator 1034 seems to relax. “West of River 27 is Humitec country big time. Better watch your ass if you explore there.” “Thanks for the tip Buddy.” An uncomfortable silence fills the room squashing any growth of friendly chatter. Somehow Burton can see through the friendly front. He hated it in the HR camp. The Intelligence division is located on the 2nd floor just below the ground. The familiar WHISH of the elevator breaks Burton’s thoughts of being hated. “Take it easy.” 1034 mutters. Burton hardly even turns around.
Chapter Three-Humitec Brief: 00098
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Chapter Four
Rodney at the Intelligence counter was a strange fellow. He kept his real name unlike most of the other HR’ers. He had a huge beard that came down to a point almost to make a prefect triangle. Rodney is a happy fellow. Burton felt genuineness from Rodney. Not a trace of sarcasm or spite. How could an older, single man without much hope or moving up in the world keep a cheery attitude? Burton sure as hell couldn’t figure it out. Rodney dwarfed the actual Intelligence counter that resembled the table from a kindergarten class. “Hi Burton!” Burton managed to a half-smile and a quiet Hi. “Awww, I know you’re glad to see me.” Burton extends his open hand in the pre-Humitec manner. Their hands meet in a firm clasp. They remain silent to show their companionship. “More chips, huh. Let’s see what we’ve got here.” Rodney picks up one of the heavy satchels and empties its metallic contents. “Looks like another fine batch.” As Rodney sifts through the metal heads, Burton wonders if Rodney has a screw loose. “Know of anything special on the Western front around River 27?” Rodney pauses at his task and searches the databanks in his head. “Umm, I have gotten lots of chips from Regiment from the Western front in the last few days, but no official or unofficial news.” Rodney pauses to be sure. Then nods his head in confirmation. “Why, what did you see?” “Nothing really. Same shit. Council brought it up.” “You talked to the Council, about what?” “The Western front, they’re paying more for those chips around River 27.” “That’s not much to go on, maybe they want a better push to the West.” “I don’t think so, they want more intelligence, not more soldiers. HR is hiding something big.” Rodney picks up a plaid-like instrument and sticks inside one of the heads. With much expertise, he pulls out a shiny silicon chip then replies. “You think so. Well I haven’t caught any wind of it so be careful.” “Right.” Rodney curses and yanks his hand away from a head as a spark burns his knuckle. “Damn EL transistors, always carry a residual charge. Last one.” Rodney puts his pliers down and begins logging the chips. His fingers were at home on the number pad. He loved the routine of his work. “Standard rate for all chips except this one.” The silicon chip between Rodney’s stubby fingers bore no physical difference from the other twenty laid on the table. HK chips are HK chips. “Did I tell you White wants to see you?” “When did you see him?” rasps Burton from a cloud of cigarette smoke. “About 3 days ago he brought a few chips by.” “Well, take care.” Rodney looks hurt and replies “You know, I hate to see you go because I never know if you’re coming back.” A genuine don’t be concerned about me face flashes across Burton. He doesn’t respond other than extending his hand in the previous manner. Rodney violently returns the handshake. The two men grip hands tightly and stare at the blank face before them. Burton reclaims his hand first, gathers the empty sacks and heads for the doorway. Rodney sighs before continuing his logging. Burton pushes the button for the elevator. For once, his next move isn’t the only move. Collecting those chips from River 27 sounded promising. Who knows how long the bonus money would last? Snuffing White would make Burton feel as guilty as much as he is capable of. Then again, White could have a quick job. Against his better judgement, Burton decided to stay in civilization for the night. With the money he just made, he could rent a room from anyone in town. Maybe he could find White and get out of town tonight. White’s place had better security and equipment than HR headquarters. It was probably Burton’s favorite place in the shithole. Burton made his way from HR to the south side of town where White resides. Along the way, he worked at processing the new information. He thought back to his last trip there. The combat zones didn’t look any different. No unusual models. Not even unusual amounts of activity. The street to White’s also had the only restaurant/bar in town, The Divide. Burton liked the food, but not the atmosphere. He might as well go there and spend his money before he leaves town. There aren’t any stores that will take his money other than The Divide and the supply stores. “Fuck it. I’m getting some food.”
Chapter Five
The Divide wasn’t crowded today. Burton gets his table in the corner and waits for service. The bartender isn’t the same person who waited on Burton last time. Looks like bartenders get turned over as fast as guards turn over. Waiting periods like these make Burton wish he had a book and knew how to read. He utilizes this time to survey the patrons of The Divide. Most are off-duty HR officers. They are probably the only ones who can afford to buy food. “What cha need?” The young bartender asks. Caught a bit off balance Burton recovers quickly. “Bring me what they are having. He points a few tables over to a large plate of noodles being scarfed down by a famished guard. Oblivious, the guard leans up to breath. “Not if you eat like that.” “Real attractive.” The young bartender chuckles and goes into the kitchen. A soldier drunkenly laughs out loud. Burton suddenly remembered why he usually took his money with him to count. The entire table of soldiers begins laughing. Smoldering under his exterior, Burton tries to subvert his non-social instincts. “Here you go. Got to pay before I’ll give to you.” Burton puts more than enough cash on the table for the bartender. “Thanks. How come you haven’t been in here before.” “Couldn’t find the place.” “COULDN’T FIND THE PLACE?” Burton smiles coyishly to give away his lie. The bartender realizes that he is better off not knowing this stranger’s story. “Thanks anyway.” Burton begins asking himself some serious questions while eating his noodles. Is he really that scary or is the unknown that scary? What could White want? “Just like that scavenger at the back table. I wonder who he robbed to eat here,” one of the drunken soldiers shouts. Burton wants to ignore them altogether. “I heard he doesn’t even have a number.” The soldiers erupt in laughter once again. Burton takes what he knows will be the last bite of his noodle bowl and prepares for the confrontation. He stands up from his table, pushes his chair in, and walks over to the soldiers. “Hey, you’ve got to pick a side. You can’t drive down the middle of the road forever.” “I have picked a side. My side.” The soldiers laugh harder at this comment than anytime previously even though they know their own survival instincts tell them the same thing. The soldier who shouted at Burton earlier downs the remnants of his beverage and wipes his mouth off. “Listen, if you survive on your own out there, you would make a hell of a soldier or at least a guard. C’mon, I can sign you up right now.” “Not interested.” “Sit down, join us. Let’s talk it over.” “Not interested. Gentleman.” Burton nods his head and walks toward the door. “You better get out of town if you aren’t with us.” “I’ll keep that in mind. As the door closes behind him, he hears the solider cussing the other soldiers for holding him back. With a semi-full stomach Burton heads to see White. If White isn’t home, it’s best to come back unless you want to face the security system. Fortunately White has cameras on the entrance to allow people through. Burton was sure to make his presence known before assuming White would call off the hounds. The entrance to White’s bunker looked like any other pile of debris. Only the privileged knew a number pad was hidden under a board. Burton knew the code to summon White to check the camera. He casually looks around to be sure the area is clear then lifts the board up to reveal the keypad. Beep-Beep-Bop-Beep. Soon after the tones from the keypad sound the entrance cracks enough to let Burton through. He descends the stairs to the next door. The chain rattles as he reaches the door. On the other side is the man known simply as White. All of Burton’s “friends” are anomalies albeit for different reasons. Rodney was just crazy. White was a tekkie. All he really wanted was time alone with his computer and surveillance to the outside. “Burton, what a surprise!” “Rodney said you had something for me.” “I might, but I need you to help me first.” “What do I have to do?” “Just answer some questions about your past.” White might as well have said, “Just cut both your thumbs off.” Neither was going to happen. “No chance.” “C’mon Burton, I would never pry, but…let me show you this.” White walks to the interior of his bunker where his computers lived. “I found a file about you one of Humitec’s sub-frames.” “What does it say?” “I can’t get to most of it because of the encryption, but it’s about your childhood.” “I didn’t have a childhood.” Burton shifts his weight from foot to foot. The past is a touchy subject. “Do you remember your parents?” Burton turns his back to White and tries to forget the memories stirred by the question? “If it helps any, Humitec’s file begins when you were 12. Your childhood may not have existed in more than a cynical sense.” The computer screen whites out and fades to Humitec’s file of Burton. “See here, you have a number 0,0,0,9,8. You know what this means.” White begins typing ferociously. “Only Human Genetics gives five digit numbers with three zeros to start.” Burton doesn’t respond as his fears about his life are revealed. His side seems to have been picked for him. “What does this mean?” “Nothing probably. Humitec went through a series of genetic tagging about 25 years ago, but you don’t have any strange birthmarks do you?” Burton shakes his head no. “Give me some time to work on these encryptions and I will have even more for you.” “I’m not sure if I want to hear the rest. I’ve got to go.” “Don’t go back to HR without talking to me first, they might have the same file. Try not to get killed, it might not be all bad news you know.” “How?” Burton ascends the stairs to the entrance. He stealthily sneaks from the entrance; undetected by south side residents. Today has been a strange day. The Council spoke to Burton and asked a favor of him. A guard spoke to him in an unofficial capacity. White has information linking him to Humitec genetic experiments. He ate at The Divide. The bartender expressed contumacy toward a soldier.
Chapter Six
River 27 was familiar ground. Not the most friendly or safe but familiar. The dry riverbed that used to be River 27 had a red hue from the clay content. Battle times and targets are strictly set and planned. Since there were no strategic targets in the area, Burton felt safe. The western bank of River 27 had recently seen a battle. Burton crosses the riverbed and begins his chore of gathering headpieces. After gathering several of them, he noticed the amount of Humitec officers left behind. These near humans shouldn’t even be on the battlefield. He never had the chance to search one of these guys. Ignoring the smell, he kneels beside the body and digs in the uniform pockets. The contents are sparse. All the officer had on him was a lighter, a few bucks and a bottle of a green liquid resembling a sports beverage. Burton takes the lid off and smells it. “Not bad. Cheers.” He toasts the dead man’s drink to him and turns the bottle up. The green liquid tasted salty and sweet at the same time. He tosses the empty bottle onto the dead man’s chest. “At least one of us got to drink it.” The rest of the trip to the western bank proved uneventful. After collecting as many headpieces as his sacks would carry he found a place to camp for the night. He made his camp on top of a hill under what few trees hadn’t been sliced down by artillery. While calculating his next move, he felt a twinge in his brow. Not a normal nervous twitch, but a pronounced flutter. He developed a splitting headache. It must have come from the green liquid. His pained mind ran through question after question before he eventually fell asleep. “What if the liquid was poison in case the officer was captured? Why was an officer on the front? How could humans defy their own kind and help lead Humitec?” Burton awoke the next morning to the beginning of another red day. He broke camp, put his bags on his back and began back to HR. On his way back, he collected another bottle of the green stuff from a dead officer. Chapter Seven White had been desperately trying to reach Burton for two days. Rodney hadn’t seen him and didn’t expect to for another few weeks. A search of The Divide and HR headquarters produced no Burton. White had to speak with Burton ASAP. He left messages with Rodney and the bartender at The Divide. Burton arrived to HR about 3 days after White gave up searching. The bartender at The Divide relayed the message to Burton even though White was next destination after filling his belly. He finished eating and lugged his sacks to the south side. White must have been waiting for him because he didn’t have to access the keypad. “Burton, you must come in and sit down. I have something.” “Good or bad?” White motions Burton to sit on a stool next to his computer chair. He takes his glasses off and gets serious. “I don’t know how to tell you this other than to do it, so here we go: Humitec produced you in a lab to be a plant in the human resistance. They know your position by the signature signal produced by your brain waves. “They can read my FUCKING MIND.” White cautiously answers “No, the human brain emits a tiny electric field that can be measured if you have unlimited resources and manpower like Humitec.” Stunned but not shocked by the events unfolding before him, Burton stays quiet. “They haven’t been able to locate you in a while because your metabolism lack electrolytes.” “Electro-what?” “Bio-electricity. Normally a human should get enough electrolytes to balance water retention and create an electrically conducive environment, but with your diet, you haven’t enough for them to monitor you by.” Burton makes a connection. “At the western front, I found a green liquid that tasted salty but sweet then got a massive headache.” White appears frightened all of a sudden. “Oh no, salty but sweet sound like an old sports drink, lots of electrolytes. What was an officer doing on the western front?” “I don’t know, but the headache was them in my fucking head wasn’t it?” “Maybe. This isn’t that bad I guess. As long as you are malnourished, we are safe. Burton remembers the other sports drink he took for the road. He takes it from his pocket and tosses it in the air. “How long has it been since you drank the first one?” “A few days.” “Have you sweated much?” “No, it’s been cold out.” White is even more agitated now. “Oh God, Oh Shit. If you drink that and get yourself restocked with electrolytes, then they can pinpoint your position.” Burton whistles. “Don’t worry about that.” White stands up and begins gathering file folders strewn around his desk. “It might already be too late, you should get out of town right now. I will meet you on the far south road in a day or so with a better solution. Try to sweat for now.” “That shouldn’t be a problem.” “Go. Get out of town.” Burton leaves his sacks at White’s so he can get out of town faster. He had supplies hidden in a spot a few miles north of town so he would have to walk through. On his way past The Divide, he notices the young bartender taking shit from more drunken soldiers. Burton stops in the street to watch. Once again, the bartender is thrown from his bar. The same soldier taunted Burton a few days earlier was there. He was tanked and enjoying the beating of the bartender. The soldier steps outside the bar the dish out some more punishment for the bartender. He sees Burton and chuckles. “Well, well, if it isn’t the fence sitter.” Burton wanted to help the bartender but in the current context it wasn’t such a good idea. He keeps walking pretending not to take notice. “Hey No-Number, I’m talking to you”. Burton keeps walking. The soldier runs ahead of Burton and pushes him back. The bottle of sports drink falls to the ground. The soldier sees it. “What the hell is this?” Another soldier who is now in the street responds: “It’s one of them drinks they give to Humitec officers.” “This fucking guy is a Humitec officer.” The street gets silent as people rush to avoid the fight. “Hey guys, lets make this son of a bitch drink every last ounce of this shit before we turn him in as a traitor to the human race.” One of the other soldiers shoots Burton in the foot. He falls to the ground in pain as the soldiers rush him. The drunken soldier gets the sports drink and pours it in Burton’s mouth. He puts Burton’s nose shut so he has to swallow. Most of it ended up on Burton’s shirt. “Let’s get your ass to the council so they can have me execute you.” “Wait, help me throw up or we are all dead.” Burton chokes out. “It’s too late to be a soldier now.” The group of soldiers picks up a wounded Burton to carry him to headquarters. The streets refill with people as the scene ends. The soldiers keep taunting him and squeezing the wound to his foot making him scream out in pain.
Epilogue
Just like that, the human resistance to the Humitec control of humanity ended. Despite what you might think, it wasn’t computerized control of our lives that destroyed humanity. We are a resilient bunch. We can learn to live without making decisions. Humitec decides profession, location, marital status, and income. The hard part of being human had been removed. Humitec assumes complete managerial control over the human race.
Project 3: The Cows Came Home
EXT. Cattle Trail-Day Several hundred head of cattle move along a trail in a valley. The cowboys driving them work for wealthy cattle rancher JAMES BUTLER. He is in his early 30's and wears normal cowboy attire. He rides his horse beside the cattle with a smile on his face that must come from enjoyment of his work.
Ext. Top of gorge-day JAMES BUTLER looks over a cliff at a cattle drive. He is seemingly alone on his horse. A young ranch hand, DONNY, breathing heavily rides up next to James.
Donny
Mr. Butler. . .
James
Now Donny you have worked for me for six months and I've told you it's James. My father was Mr. Butler
Donny
Oh, OK. James. Are you sure this trail will be open all the way to Kansas City?
James
According to the people in Fort Worth it is. Don't you believe them?
Donny
Well, Yes sir. I mean James. Those clouds have got me worried.
Just as Donny points to his left to a bank of dark, ominous clouds, a clap of thunder erupts. A frightened cow runs away from the path of the herd.
James
Looks like you ain't the only one.
In a flash James rides away from Donny and toward the panicked cow. He gets close and lassoes the cow and makes it stop. He gets off his horse to inspect the health of the cow. Donny rides up behind them.
Donny
Is she OK?
James
Yea, just a little spooked.
James looks up after inspecting the cow to see VANCE, another temp cowboy, riding up on a dapple gray horse. Vance rides up and dismounts his horse.
Vance
Just ran into a pony express rider. Said the trail is flooded bout 5 miles ahead.
James
Alright we'd better make camp on this high ground. Vance, could you let Luther know and do a head count for me.
Vance
Sure will. (pause) Do you think we can play cards tonight?
James
Maybe. If the cattle aren't too spooked.
Vance
Leave that to me. You're on.
EXT. temporary campsite-night The sleepy bellows from the cattle set the mood as the cowboys try to relax. A pot of beans cooks over an open fire circled by the tired cowboys. They chatter about the days events while they eat.
Donny
. . .And then James yanked the rope tight and . . .
LUTHER BRODY, the intelligent second-in-command trail boss, interrupts Donny.He is laying against his saddle smoking a corn cob pipe.
Luther
Sounds god damn heroic Donny. Now can we play some cards?
James interrupts Luther.
James
Only for a while. A want everyone up an hour before dawn.
This statement meets a chorus of groans. Luther gets up and walks over to James.
Luther (quietly)
You've got to let me play for a while. We're almost to Kansas City. It's the last night before the temps leave.
James
Look. Cattle is my business, not cards. I said you could play but I won't have my men tired tomorrow.
Luther
Alright. Fair enough. Luther turns back to the group rubbing his hands in anticipation. He relights his pipe and exhales deeply.
Luther
Get the cards. I'm ready to play.
The cowboys sit in a circle on the ground. Most have their hard earned money out ready to lose.
FADE TO:
Ext. edges of kansas city-day The cattle rush along in their formation followed closely by the cowboys. The cowboys yell and scream from the excitement of concluding a long journey. Luther rides up besides James.
Luther
Do you think Mr. Jones will have our money waiting on us?
James
He usually does. Didn't do too good last night, huh?
Luther Better than you could have.
James
Why so anxious for the money? Luther rubs his face and scratches his chin.
Luther
A man has needs, you know. Like a shave and a haircut. Among other things.
James (sarcastically)
Mmmmm-hmmm.
Luther rides back to the front and James shakes his head in disapproval.
Ext. Entrance to jones ranch-day The wooden chutes of a barn open widely and begin to receive cattle. James rides over to a tall man with silver hair and beard. His name is REAGAN JONES. Reagan speaks in a bellowing voice.
Reagan
Well, well. James Butler. Haven't seen you in a blue moon. How you been?
James gets off his horse and hitches the reigns to a nearby post. He shakes Reagan's hand violently.
James
Not too bad. Burning the candle at both ends like usual.
Reagan
I've been staying busy myself. How's Marie?
James
She's fine. Holding down the home front.
Reagan
No little ones yet. I'm surprised
James
We are working on it. Oh, we lost 3 head on the way. Must have wandered off. You'll have to take them off the total price.
Reagan puts his arm around James' shoulder and grins.
Reagan
We'll fix it later. C'mon lets have a drink.
Int. Reagan's parlor-day Reagan pours two bourbons and hands one to James.
Reagan
Here's to 2497 head delivered safely.
He tips his shot glass to James' glass then puts it to his lips and tilts his head back. James does the same and inhales deeply afterward.
James
I haven't had a Tennessee bourbon since the last time I was here. You know how to live Reagan.
Reagan sits in a rocking chair and motions for James to sit.
Reagan
Not like I used to. Times are getting tough. All these land disputes.
James pours himself another shot.
James
Those grazing land disputes have been going on forever. They starting to get to ya?
Reagan
Now its not just among us. These high hifalutin oil companies keep sticking their noses in our business.
James lights a cigarette and takes his boots off.
James
Oil companies?
Reagan
That's right. Between them and the railroads they have half of Washington in their pockets.
James
I've heard there is oil in Texas.
Reagan stands up and walks over to a desk.
Reagan
I've had my land prospected but they didn't find anything. That's why times are tough.
Reagan takes a piece of paper from the desk, walks over to James and hands it to him.
Reagan
This is the address of the prospector. I highly recommend you have your land looked at. Could be millions in oil.
James
I don't know cattle is my business. I wouldn't know the first thing about running an oil company.
Reagan
If I was you, I'd learn fast as I could. People like you and me are on the way out.
There is a KNOCK at the door.
Luther walks in holding his hat.
Reagan
Hello there Mr. Brody. You are just in time. I was just telling James about tonight's game. Supposed to be over 30 players.
Luther
30 suckers if I play. The boys wanted me to ask you for their money.
Reagan
Ha Ha. Of course.
Reagan goes back over to his desk and removes a key from his neck and opens a locked drawer. He removes several stacks of bound bills and locks the drawer back.
Reagan
Here you go. Try not to lose it all before I start playing tonight. Luther takes the money and heads for the door.
Luther
Yes. Sir.
The door slams behind him.
James
What is it with him lately?
Reagan
He seemed out of it. Maybe the trail got to him.
James
Maybe so. I'm going to need a nap to play cards tonight.
Reagan
Ha ah. You are getting old James Butler.
FADE TO::
Ext. RJ'S SALOON-NIGHT A large crowd gathers around Reagan as he rides up to the hitching post.
Reagan
People, please. I'm not a sideshow. I talk with every single one of you at some time tonight. Now go inside.
The crowd dissipates.
Reagan hitches his horse and walks inside.
Int. RJ's saloon-night RJ's fills with smoke as people enter through the rusty gates. Almost every table is full with poker players. Luther and James are seated at the same table. Reagan walks up to their table.
James
Bout time you got here. I was waiting on the cavalry.
Reagan sits down and immediately stands back up.
Reagan
Sorry. Got to make a toast.
Reagan bounces his way through the bar to the stage and motions to the piano player to stop. When the piano stops, the calamity evaporates to silence.
Reagan
Welcome to RJ's everyone! I'd like to make a toast to the good life.
James smiles.
Reagan
To the simple things. Cattle, bourbon, and family.
Luther scowls at the word family.
Reagan tips his glass and RJ's explodes in cheers. He walks back to the table and sits down. Several players announce their folding and Reagan laughs.
Reagan
I didn't mean to stink the place out.
James
I'll raise 10 dollars.
Reagan
I guess I am the calvary.
Luther stares at his cards with a textbook poker face. He strikes a match on the table and lights his pipe.
Luther
Call.
James disturbs his poker face by furrowing his right brow. He puts his cards down on the table but keeps his brow furrowed. Cards on table: Full house Aces over tens The table spews excitement and dies down in anticipation.
James
Let's see 'em Luther.
Luther doesn't look amused or look like he is having fun. He gently taps out his pipe into the ashtray. Then he slowly puts each card one by one. Cards on table: king, king, king, king, ace As Luther puts the last two kings down, the table grows silent.
Reagan
You'd better watch yourself James.
Luther reaches up and scoops his winnings toward himself.
Luther
Yeah, James. Better watch yourself.
James doesn't respond to either comment and continues to wear his poker face. The dealer reaches for the cards and begins shuffling. He doesn't speak buts eyes Luther and James cautiously. He deals out 5 cards.
Dealer
Same as before. 5 Card draw.
Luther picks up his cards one at a time while staring at James.
Poker player
You guys lighten up. Y'all are acting like cards ain't fun.
Luther
They're not. Cards are business.
Luther looks back down at his cards and throws out a stack of chips.
Luther
I believe its my bet and I raise 35.
The poker table receives several thrown in hands of cards.
Reagan
I'm in.
He throws in a stack of chips and looks at James who has yet to fold.
James
I'm in.
He also throws in a stack of chips.
Dealer
How many cards sir?
Luther
Two.
Dealer
And for you sir?
Reagan
Make it three.
Dealer
Sir?
James
One.
The three players re-arrange their new cards.
Luther
I want to keep y'all interested so I'll call.
Reagan
Me too.
James
I'll raise another 20.
Reagan
Too much for me.
He throws his cards on the table. The dealer picks them up. Luther picks up 20 dollars of chips and puts them in the pile. The dealer points back at James.
James
Call.
Luther slaps his cards down with a smug grin.
Cards on table: 3 queens, 2 Jacks
James sighs heavily and pops his neck. He lays down his cards.
Cards on table: 3 tens, 2 kings Luther chuckles.
Luther
Why did you raise?
James
Just testing you.
Luther chuckles again and reaches for the stack of chips. He reaches with both hands. Luther's sleeve over the chips with a card in it. James sees it and his eyes narrow. Luther withdraws his hand quickly as his eyes widen.
James
Filthy cheater.
Luther pretends he didn't hear anything and keeps stacking his chips.
James
I know you heard me Luther. You're a cheater.
The table becomes silent as the accusations become clear. Luther sits with his hand on the money with the same wide eyes.
James
I'm willing to forgive you and let you keep the money if you admit it.
Everyone at the table expects violence and tenses. Instead, Luther leans back in his chair and lowers his head.
Luther
I cheated.
The table quickly empties of players who leave rude comments.
Poker Player
I though Reagan ran a clean house.
Finally James, Reagan, and Luther are alone at the table.
Reagan
I'm going to have to keep you from playing here for a long time.
Luther still has his head lowered. He picks up a bottle of whiskey and walks away from the table.
FADE TO:
Ext. ENTRANCE TO JONES RANCH-DAY James, Donny, and Luther prepare to leave for the Butler ranch in Texas.
Reagan
I hate to see you go buddy.
James
I am ready to be home with Marie.
Reagan
Oh I know. But we like having you around here too.
Reagan looks over where Luther is saddling up his horse.
Reagan
What did you ever do about him?
James
Nothing. He said he was drunk I and I believe him.
Reagan
Being drunk made him cheat or made him get caught?
James
Don't worry about it Ray. He's a hell of a roper.
James pulls the girth strap tight, puts his foot in the stirrup, and climbs on the brown beast's back.
Reagan
Think about what I said. Write that prospector.
James
I'll think about it and let you know. (to Donny) You ready?
Donny
Ready as ever. I can't wait for some home cooking.
Reagan
Didn't RJ's hit the spot?
Donny
Yes sir. But I am awful fond of Mrs. Butler's cobbler.
Luther rides up behind Donny.
Luther
Sorry about last night Mr. Jones.
Reagan (reluctantly)
That's OK Mr. Brody. (pause) I'll see you at market in a few weeks right James?
James
Good bye Ray.
James reaches down and shakes Reagan's hand in the same violent fashion as before. Reagan laughs and waves as the three cowboys ride away.
FADE TO:
Ext. prarie trail-day The three ride single file in silence. They all have things on their minds.
Ext. PRARIE TRAIL-night A campfire died down to ashes glows on three faces. James sips his coffee. Luther plays solitaire with his deck of cards in order to ignore Donny's whittling. James looks back and forth between the two and finally can't take the silence anymore.
James
That's it. Going out of my skull here.
Donny
Me too. I though I was the only one.
Luther
Some of us are just fine. Thank you.
James
C'mon Luther. I guessed 8 hours of silence would break you out of your sulk. These are the good times on the trail. No cattle.
Luther
No terrible temps. They both start laughing.
Donny
No stupid wanderers.
Luther
You know what I really hate? When your feet stay wet for two days and it smells like something died.
Donny laughs and fans in front of his nose.
James
I hate it when my calluses get so rough I could grate cheese on them.
Donny
I can't wait to get home. Been waiting to go fishing again.
They become silent as their thoughts focus on their missed passions.
James
I can't wait to see Marie.
Luther scowls at the mention of Marie.
Donny
What do you miss Luther?
Luther shakes off his frown and perks up.
Luther
Oh, I don't know. I miss my own bed. Sitting on the porch. Stuff like that.
Luther's comments doesn't seem as sincere as Donny's or James' do. The three settle down on their bunks and wait to fall asleep.
Ext. entrance to butler estate-day The butler estate is a two story plain looking house with large glass windows. James leads the mad dash to reach the house. Marie, late 20's, is hanging laundry. She whirls around at the sound of horses. A huge smile shines from her face.
James (shouting from afar)
Marie! Marie!
Marie runs around the corner of the building and stops. James sees her and a similar smile appears on his face. He hops from his horse and moves to Marie. They form an embrace and kiss each other.
Marie
How was the trip? Donny, did you behave yourself?
Donny
Yes, ma'am. It was nothing.
Marie
Luther, I trust you are well.
Luther is uncomfortable.
Luther
Oh, yea. I'm fine.
James
Donny, could you and Luther take the horses in?
Donny coy-ishly tries to share a moment with Luther about the obvious attempt to be alone. Luther grabs the reigns of James horse and walks away. Donny chases him.
James
I'm going to take you on a picnic tomorrow.
Marie pulls away and turns from him.
Marie
I guess that means you're going away again. James turns her back around.
James
Not for a while. Let's enjoy ourselves.
Int. butler estate-night After a large meal, James, Marie, Luther and Donny talk.
Donny
That's what I'm talking about. I'll bet I sleep good tonight.
Marie
After a hard days ride and some home cooking, you deserve some rest.
Donny rubs his full stomach and makes sleepy gestures.
James
Why don't you turn in Donny? Unless you want to talk some business.
Donny's eyes get wide and he stands up from the table.
Donny
No thanks. Good night.
The other three bid Donny a good night.
Luther
What business do you need to talk?
James
I sent a letter to an oil prospector.
Marie stops her business of clearing the dishes and listens intently.
James
If he finds anything, we might be out of the cattle business. But until then. . .
Luther
Oil in Texas? I've heard of it, but not this far east.
James
Me either, but its worth a shot to look.
Luther
Oh big time.
Marie
What about the next market? Are you going?
James
I think so. I've already made arrangement with Vance to get some temps. Luther, i want you to stay here and receive the prospector. Name is Glenn Horton.
Luther nods his head in agreement.
James
I might have to stay past market and help Regan lobby against the railroads. (to Luther) Be sure and do a head count when Vance brings them in.
Luther nods his head in grudging agreement again.
Marie
Try not to stay too long, dear.
James
I'll be home as soon as I can.
Ext. Grassy Field of butler estate-day James and Marie lay beside each other on a blanket. There is a picnic basket next to them.
Marie
Are you serious about this oil thing?
James
Reagan sounded pretty concerned. I've done some thinking about the future and if Reagan is right. . .
Marie
I've done some thinking about the future myself. I want to have children.
James
We have Donny, well I guess he is more of a pet than a child.
Marie frowns because she wants to be taken seriously. James looks down and fiddles with some grass.
Marie
James? I want to have children. But you have to be here long enough first.
James
I know. I know. If we find oil, I won't have to leave as much.
Marie
That's good. She grabs his hand and they stare at each other.
Marie
Is it just me or is Luther behaving strangely.
James
I caught him cheating at poker in Kansas City. Thought Reagan was going to shoot him.
Marie looks back toward the house to be sure they are alone.
Marie
Why didn't you fire him?
James
He is the best cowboy I've got. I can't trust Vance with an entire herd. (sighs heavily) Besides, I still trust him.
Marie
Can't you stay and send Luther to the market?
James strokes Marie's chin and speaks honestly.
James
You know I miss you when I'm away. I don't just leave and forget about you.
A tear drips from Marie's eye.
Marie
I know, but it doesn't make things easier. Pan out to overlook field and house.
Ext. Butler house-early morning-day The quiet of the morning reflects the somber overtone to the departure. Donny hacks weeds with a scythe in the garden. James readies his horse with his back to a sobbing Marie. He turns around and faces her.
James
This could be the last time.
Marie takes a deep breath and straightens up.
Marie
I know. Be safe.
They embrace one last time. James mounts his horse and mouths the words.
James
I'm coming back. He gives a silent wave and rides away. Donny carries a stack of chopped weeds by the staring Marie.
Donny
Don't worry Mrs. Butler. He is as miserable as you are when he leaves.
Donny throws the weeds onto a bigger stack.
Marie
I know Donny.
FADE TO:
Ext. Butler Estate-day Donny sits in a rocking chair wiping sweat from his forehead. Luther chops wood. Donny shields his eyes from the sun and strains to see into the distance.
Donny
Hey Luther! Somebody's coming.
Luther makes one more heavy down ward chopping motion and strains to see for himself. A short man riding on a white stallion tows a loaded down donkey behind him. GLENN HORTON, a short balding scientist type in his early 40's, dismounts his white horse well away from the house and walks the remaining distance rubbing his bottom.
Glenn
I pray this is the Butler estate?
Luther
It is. You must be Glenn Horton.
Glenn extends his hand.
Glenn
Yes sir Mr. Butler.
Luther
Actually I'm not Mr. Butler. He is away on business. My name is Luther Brody, Mr. Butler's trail boss.
Marie walks out the front door.
Marie
Luther, could you . . . Marie stops speaking when she notices Glenn.
Marie
Oh I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?
Luther
Mr. Horton, this is Mrs. Marie Butler.
Glenn
How do you do?
Marie
Very well, thank you. You sound Eastern. New Jersey perhaps?
Glenn
Very Good. Trenton, actually. Let me guess. . .ummmm upstate New York.
Marie
No, lower Connecticut.
Glenn
Oh. . . Glenn looks disappointed at his lack of recognition.
Luther
Mr. Butler told me to help you in any way.
Glenn perks up at the mention of is work.
Glenn
I shouldn't need much help other than carrying equipment. Basically I will take topographical readings and some soil samples for analysis.
Luther shakes his head.
Luther
Whatever you just said, I think Donny is your equipment man.
Ext. Part of Butler estate-day
Glennlooks through some type of survey machine and takes down numbers on a pad sporadically. Donny watches this scientific process curiously as he holds the reigns to Horton's donkey.
Donny
So Mr. Horton, this machine can measure the contours of the land?
Glenn
Yes, Donny. Look here.
Donny leans over and squints one eye to see through the strange telescope.
Glenn
When the horizon at 10 degrees is in between those red bars, there is a high probability that oil is present. Luther suddenly becomes interested with this statement.
Luther
Let me see.
He moves Donny and looks through the telescope.
Luther
What about the soil samples?
Glenn
I can't say until I get them back to my laboratory. But just guessing, it looks very dark so there must be some organic matter present.
Luther cuts him off and steps away from the telescope.
Luther
Is there oil or not?
Glenn looks attacked and stammers his reply.
Glenn
Well, like I said, high probability of a deep pocket, but I can't tell for sure.
Luther
How soon can you let us know?
Donny glances at Luther suspiciously. Glenn removes his handkerchief from his pocket and wipes his face.
Glenn
I'll know within a day of returning to my lab.
Luther
Mr. Butler would want to know as soon as possible.
Glenn
Of course. Donny put my instruments away please.
Donny busies himself putting the stuff away. Luther walks over to Glenn who writes in his pad.
Luther
How much would one of these pockets of oil be worth Mr. Horton?
Without looking up from is pad he absently responds.
Glenn
Oh millions I would imagine.
Luther focuses on the scheme in his head.
Luther
Oh really?
Int. BUTLER ESTATE-NIGHT The dinner table feeds Marie, Luther, Donny and Glenn. They make polite conversation.
Glenn
So Mrs. Butler, Is Mr. Butler from back east also?
Marie
No, he is from Texas, born and raised.
Luther seems preoccupied by something. He takes part in the chatter only when spoken to.
Glenn
Where are you from Luther?
Luther
From Tennessee. Moved to Texas at an early age.
Donny
Why was that? Marie gives Donny a "don't ask that" type of glance.
Luther
It's OK Marie. My father was a cattle rustler. That's how I learned to ride and rope.
Luther looks at Marie and smiles to let her know he is not ashamed of his past.
Donny
Oh, I didn't know.
Luther
How can one know without asking, Donny?
An uncomfortable silence falls over the table. Only eating sounds are heard.
Int. Butler estate parlor-night Luther smokes his pipe in front of the fire. Glenn goes over his note pad. Marie sits and does needlework.
Glenn
I remember when I was a lad Donny's age, never had any trouble sleeping.
Marie
The innocence of youth.
Glenn gathers the papers scattered on the table and gets up.
Glenn
I appreciate the accommodations Mrs. Butler.
Marie
No Problem. Mr. Horton. Sleep tight.
Glenn walks up the wooden staircase with some effort. Luther puts his pipe down.
Luther
What would you do with millions of dollars Marie?
Marie pauses her needlework and ponders the question.
Marie
Move back east I guess.
Luther
I would build a palace fit for a queen.
He stands up and walks over behind Marie.
Luther
A solid gold palace.
Marie looks over her shoulder at Luther puzzled. He leans down close to her ear.
Luther (whispers)
You could be that queen.
She stands up throws her needlework.
Marie
Never.
Luther makes an EXASPERATED SOUND and rubs his forehead. He touches Marie's shoulder and smells a strand of her hair.
Luther (exhales deeply)
You don't understand Marie. You are the only woman I think about.
Marie
That's too bad. I am married to your boss remember. I think we should drop the subject. Good night!
She spins away from Luther who is left leaning where Marie stood. She aggressively walks up the stairs and slams her door.
Int. BUTLER ESTATE-DAY Marie cooks breakfast and watches Glenn load his instruments back onto the donkey. There is no indication of last nights events between Marie and Luther.
Ext. ENTRANCE TO BUTLER ESTATE-DAY Glenn's horse and donkey are packed.
Glenn
I promise to send a letter as soon as I know something.
Luther
I will tell Mr. Butler.
Glenn tips his hat and rides away bouncing heavily in the saddle.
Luther
C'mon Donny. I have some ideas ready for the incoming herd.
Ext. BUTLER ESTATE-day Luther chops more wood when the ground thunders from many hooves.
Luther
Donny, get the gates ready.
Donny sprints away to ready the gates. A herd of cattle circled by cowboys rushes toward the obviously restored but closed gates.
Luther
Now Donny.
Donny grabs the end of a rope and pulls furiously. A pulley system opens the gates. Vance rides up to Luther and Marie who just appeared from indoors.
Vance
Damn Luther did you design these new gates?
Luther
Yes, I did. I'm not all brains.
Vance
Looks like they are working pretty good. How are you Mrs. Butler?
Vance greets Donny and hands his reigns over to him.
Marie
Just fine Vance. When did James say he was coming home?
Vance
He didn't. My guess would be in a few weeks.
Marie is visibly crushed.
Ext. butler estate barn-day Vance counts the herd while Luther impatiently waits.
Vance
91, 92, 93, 94,. . .95. I got the same thing as you did Luther, 3 short. That gap in the fence looks big enough for a calf to squeeze through Luther examines the fence.
Luther
You're right. Saddle up and go see if you can find them. Take everyone, it will be dark in a few hours.
Vance nods and goes inside the barn. Luther looks toward the house at Marie cooking in the window.
Int. BUTLER ESTATE-DAY Luther opens the door. Marie doesn't turn around.
Luther
3 head short. The boys went to find them.
Marie
Is three a lot to lose?
Luther softens his voice to make a double meaning. He moves to the kitchen behind Marie.
Luther
One is a terrible loss. (pause) My offer is still open.
Marie
And my answer is still no.
Luther spins her around so she has to look at him.
Luther
What is it about James? He's never here. He cheats on you when he's gone.
Marie
No he doesn't! That is a lie!
Luther lets go of Marie and pulls his pipe from his pocket.
Luther
Believe what you wish. I was there.
Marie sighs heavily and returns to her cooking.
Luther
Donny wouldn't tell you-he's too nice. Vance wouldn't tell you-he's too stupid.
He strikes a match on the table and puffs his pipe. Marie snaps. She can no longer stand the constant assault.
Marie (angrily)
I don't care if he does cheat. I would rather stay with a cheating James than a faithful you!
Luther rushes from his chair and slaps Marie's face.
Luther
Is that what you think? Am I just hired help? For your information, James would have been broke long ago without me.
Marie
For YOUR information, you would have been shot long ago for cheating if not for James.
Luther rears back and hits Marie with a solid fist. She shrieks and falls to the ground. Holding her wounded cheek, Marie gets up and continues angrily.
Marie
Oh, I know all about Kansas City. Reagan Jones almost had you hung.
Luther cries in rage and throws Marie back to the ground. He kicks her in the ribs and she loses her breath.
Luther
You think James is so perfect. So does everybody else! He grew up his whole life with a silver spoon in his mouth.
Marie
You will rot in hell for this.
Luther kicks her again.
Luther
What about all of us who work for everything? HUH? He handles everything so calmly because he knows somebody will be there to kiss his ass if he falls.
Marie looks toward the door thinking maybe the cowboys have returned. While Luther talks, she crawls toward salvation. Luther kicks her again and hits her with a chair. Her progress toward the door is stopped.
Luther
He is always "Mr. Butler". Who am I? I'm just Luther. I want to hear Mr. Brody!
Marie coughs up some blood that sticks to her lip. Luther continues to take out his frustrations on her by dragging her outside.
Luther
He's a fool. Sitting on millions in oil and he's off tinkering with cattle.
Luther goes back in the house and comes out with a pistol.
Marie
Stop! I could learn to love you!
Luther
Too late now. You make me sick by reminding me of HIM ANYWAY!
Luther points the pistol at Marie. He fires after screaming ANYWAY.He walks up to Marie's motionless body and sticks the pistol in his belt.
Luther
You could have had everything. Why wouldn't you leave him?
Luther hears hooves. He draws the pistol defensively. Donny is the first rider to appear. He surveys the situation then runs over to Marie.
Donny
What happened? Who got the pistol out?
Luther points the pistol at Donny.
Luther
I did. Move over there and wait for the others.
The other cowboys ride up to the house.
Luther (shouting)
Nobody move. Listen up! I know there is millions in oil under this ranch. "Mr. Butler" wants to keep his cattle. I am offering y'all to join me and make some money.
Donny holds Mrs. Butler and sobs.
Donny
You're a murderer!
The other cowboys look at Vance to decide their course of action. He remains still and quiet on his horse.
Luther
Poor little Donny! So innocent. C'mon Donny, how does a million dollars sound.
Donny
Wait until Mr. Butlergets back.
Luther shoots Donny in the head. He slumps over Marie's body.
Luther
Nobody mention that name!
The cowboys are silent.
Luther
Like I was saying, oil. I'm offering twice what "Mr. Butler" pays and a share of the oil profits. (pause) Who's coming with me? A trembling Vance steps forward.
Vance
I'm in.
The other cowboys agree and step forward.
Luther
What about you Orville?
An OLDER SCRUFFY MAN stands behind the group.
Orville
I-I-I-can't do it. The Lord wouldn't permit it.
Luther cocks the hammer and shoots Orville dead. He is not too upset anymore.
Luther
Oh well, you are, I mean, ha, were getting old.
Vance
What are we going to do about. . . "You know who"?
Luther puts the pistol away.
Luther
Leave that to me.