Western? Arrgh it be a Western!
So, I started writing this western. I only have one scene done, it takes place near the beginning of the story, if you care. Tell me what you think. Like seriously though, leave comments.
Billy - I’m tellin’ ya, these hear’ll take care of the job.
(fade in, two guys in a desert looking into the back of a covered wagon. Billy, a big guy, half-mexican maybe all Mexican I don’t know, with a huge moustache like Danny Trejo, just look up a picture of him. Like seriously though, look up what Danny Trejo looks like, now. He’s wearing a pinstriped/striped sports coat, brown vest, and brownish pants. He’s talking to a small Mexican guy.) (Mexican guy just stares back at him.)
Billy - Alright, you don’t seem to be too interested in the six shooters, but (he changes attention to different gun) how about these here. These are quite possibly the finest rifles you’ll find in the United States, and definitely better than anything you’ll find in Mexico.
(Mexican guy just continues stares at him)
Billy - Alright, look, you’re right, I’m holding out on you, but that’s just because I was saving these for a friend of mine. Come here. (he signals with his hand, they walk around to the front of the wagon and look inside.) Now these guns here, these are what you guys need. (picks up one of the guns, it’s a sawn-off shotgun. Mexican guy’s face brightens some.) A little outdated but when you’ve absolutely gotta kill… well I think we both know what this thing’s capable of. (he sets it back down.) These are my personal favorite, real hard to come across. Got one on me at all times
(Opens his jacket to show that he sure enough does have one.)
Billy - This one’s costume though. It’s got all the bells and whistles.
(He pulls it out. Close-up of the gun, it’s double-barreled and has a bayonet)
Billy - Got a man just outside of Austin to do the job for me.
(He holsters his gun and shuts the wagon.)
Billy - Alright, I’ll cut a deal with you. Those guns (he points to the sawn-off shotguns) right there, are $100 a piece. Now there are at least twenty of those in there, that’s $2000 right there. And that doesn’t include ammunition, powder, or any of the other red tape. But because you guys are such great customers, and because I know you ain’t got a whole lot to work with, I’ll throw in the entire wagon for… whaddya say thirty-five hundred. (Mexican guy looks real serious again) You’re right that’s a rip off and you probably don’t even have that, let’s make it $3000. (Mexican guy nods. They shake hands) Alright, you have yourself one Hell of a revolution, muchacho.
(Just then the small Mexican guy’s face goes all rigid, he looks down and blood’s coming out of his chest.)(Danny Trejo immediately let’s go of the guys hand and takes cover behind his wagon. He pulls out his gun and peers around the wagon, he doesn’t see anything, so he looks under the wagon. He still doesn’t see anything. He looks over at the horses that tow the wagon. Billy looks at his gun, tucks into his pants/holsters it, jumps on the nearest horse, quickly undoes the thing holding the horse to the wagon, kicks the horse in the sides and speeds off. In a few seconds the horse gets shot in the face/head/neck. It falls over, Billy goes flying. He gets up. Guy who shot them walks up, recocks his rifle by holding on to the cocking thingy and letting the rest of the gun fall to the point that it’s aiming at his foot. Then he slings it back up. Billy trys to pull that cool gun he had before but the gun gets shot out of his hand. Billy backs up, kind of tripping. He falls on his ass and begins to scoot backwards. The other guy with the rifle slowly walks towards him with the gun on him the whole time.)
Rifle Guy - You’d best stop backin’ up.
(Billy turns his head and sees that he’s about 7 feet from a cliff, he mouths “shit” or “damn”)
Billy - What are you doing here?!?
Rifle Guy - Now, Billy, you know damn well why I’m here. (he pulls out a cigar and lights it with a match all close up to his face like). I think you’d remember just as well as I would. Seein’ as you weren’t the one shot (close-up of his calf or arm or wherever he got shot. You can see the scar.) and beat unconscious (he throws the match at some point.) I’m here to kill you.
Billy - I kind of figured that, I mean how the Hell did you get here. I thought you were dead.
Rifle Guy - Well, you’d be surprised how nice the sheriff was. The chances that I’d escape, that I’d avoid capture for this long, and that I’d come across a trail leading to your yellow-bellied, gun-smuggling ass about 3 towns back. Well, sounds like God’s work to me. So, how’s life been?
Billy - Look, that was different, I’m different now! I’m getting’ married in three months. I’m heading to her family’s ranch right now. Why else would I pick this Hoboken place to drop off those pieces.(points to guns and dead guy) That was the last of them. Hell, you’d be hard pressed to find ammunition for most of those guns now. I was practically givin’ ‘em away.
(a few breaths)
Rifle Guy - I don’t believe you… What’s her name?
Billy - (almost immediately) Susanna Marie Rictor!
Rifle Guy - …So, what are you gonna do for an honest living… once you settle down?
Billy - I’m ‘onna own a store… I already got a place set up, over in Grover Fields, about fifteen miles NorthWest... In-laws got a place there too. I turned over a new leaf.
Rifle Guy - Well, shit, I can’t kill you now. (helps him up)(kind of smiles) You got your whole life ahead of you.
Billy - (Kind of looks in disbelief) Why are you doing this?
Rifle Guy - …I’m a very reasonable man
(he turns around to walk back toward his horse… or something.)(Billy hits him over the back of the head with two hands, one cupped inside the other. Rifle guy’s cigarette and rifle go flying, now he’s just regular guy. He falls on his face, he turns around and Billy jumps on him and starts to beat him up, they flip around a few times until Billy gets Guy on his back and pulls out a huge Bowie knife and puts it up to guy’s face. Close-up of just there faces.)
Billy - I didn’t think I’d ever have to do th-(Gunshot. Guy shoves Billy off of him and stands up, holding a revolver.)(He begins to walk over to grab his cigarette. He bends over to pick it up and says)
Rifle Guy - Now why the Hell… would you do that, when I was just about to step out here?
Billy - (heavy breathing.)
Rifle Guy - (bends over still smoking his cigarette)
Billy - (still heavy breathing, because of apparent gun wound.) I ain’t got a girl…
Rifle Guy - (looks surprised) or something?
Billy - You woulda found out and come for me later… I ain’t turned over no leaf, I’m still the same since I left you for dead. I woulda killed you if I still had my gun.
Rifle Guy - (while he says this, he’s putting his cigarette in Billy’s mouth.) Well Billy, it took you five years of heists, two of smugglin’, one daring attempt, if I do say so myself, at killing me, and a rather healthy gun shot to find out that you can’t kill the dead.
Billy - (still heavy breathing) …Fuck you…
(He does that thing where he looks glazed over and stops breathing and his head rolls back a little. Rifle guy closes Billy’s eyes, adjusts his hat to cover his face, and shoves him off the cliff. Rifle guy walks over to where he Danny Trejo’s gun flew when he shot it out of his hand. He throws his revolver aside, picks up the shotgun, holsters it, and walks away. Maybe he does something with that wagon, I don’t know. Fade to black.)
Billy - I’m tellin’ ya, these hear’ll take care of the job.
(fade in, two guys in a desert looking into the back of a covered wagon. Billy, a big guy, half-mexican maybe all Mexican I don’t know, with a huge moustache like Danny Trejo, just look up a picture of him. Like seriously though, look up what Danny Trejo looks like, now. He’s wearing a pinstriped/striped sports coat, brown vest, and brownish pants. He’s talking to a small Mexican guy.) (Mexican guy just stares back at him.)
Billy - Alright, you don’t seem to be too interested in the six shooters, but (he changes attention to different gun) how about these here. These are quite possibly the finest rifles you’ll find in the United States, and definitely better than anything you’ll find in Mexico.
(Mexican guy just continues stares at him)
Billy - Alright, look, you’re right, I’m holding out on you, but that’s just because I was saving these for a friend of mine. Come here. (he signals with his hand, they walk around to the front of the wagon and look inside.) Now these guns here, these are what you guys need. (picks up one of the guns, it’s a sawn-off shotgun. Mexican guy’s face brightens some.) A little outdated but when you’ve absolutely gotta kill… well I think we both know what this thing’s capable of. (he sets it back down.) These are my personal favorite, real hard to come across. Got one on me at all times
(Opens his jacket to show that he sure enough does have one.)
Billy - This one’s costume though. It’s got all the bells and whistles.
(He pulls it out. Close-up of the gun, it’s double-barreled and has a bayonet)
Billy - Got a man just outside of Austin to do the job for me.
(He holsters his gun and shuts the wagon.)
Billy - Alright, I’ll cut a deal with you. Those guns (he points to the sawn-off shotguns) right there, are $100 a piece. Now there are at least twenty of those in there, that’s $2000 right there. And that doesn’t include ammunition, powder, or any of the other red tape. But because you guys are such great customers, and because I know you ain’t got a whole lot to work with, I’ll throw in the entire wagon for… whaddya say thirty-five hundred. (Mexican guy looks real serious again) You’re right that’s a rip off and you probably don’t even have that, let’s make it $3000. (Mexican guy nods. They shake hands) Alright, you have yourself one Hell of a revolution, muchacho.
(Just then the small Mexican guy’s face goes all rigid, he looks down and blood’s coming out of his chest.)(Danny Trejo immediately let’s go of the guys hand and takes cover behind his wagon. He pulls out his gun and peers around the wagon, he doesn’t see anything, so he looks under the wagon. He still doesn’t see anything. He looks over at the horses that tow the wagon. Billy looks at his gun, tucks into his pants/holsters it, jumps on the nearest horse, quickly undoes the thing holding the horse to the wagon, kicks the horse in the sides and speeds off. In a few seconds the horse gets shot in the face/head/neck. It falls over, Billy goes flying. He gets up. Guy who shot them walks up, recocks his rifle by holding on to the cocking thingy and letting the rest of the gun fall to the point that it’s aiming at his foot. Then he slings it back up. Billy trys to pull that cool gun he had before but the gun gets shot out of his hand. Billy backs up, kind of tripping. He falls on his ass and begins to scoot backwards. The other guy with the rifle slowly walks towards him with the gun on him the whole time.)
Rifle Guy - You’d best stop backin’ up.
(Billy turns his head and sees that he’s about 7 feet from a cliff, he mouths “shit” or “damn”)
Billy - What are you doing here?!?
Rifle Guy - Now, Billy, you know damn well why I’m here. (he pulls out a cigar and lights it with a match all close up to his face like). I think you’d remember just as well as I would. Seein’ as you weren’t the one shot (close-up of his calf or arm or wherever he got shot. You can see the scar.) and beat unconscious (he throws the match at some point.) I’m here to kill you.
Billy - I kind of figured that, I mean how the Hell did you get here. I thought you were dead.
Rifle Guy - Well, you’d be surprised how nice the sheriff was. The chances that I’d escape, that I’d avoid capture for this long, and that I’d come across a trail leading to your yellow-bellied, gun-smuggling ass about 3 towns back. Well, sounds like God’s work to me. So, how’s life been?
Billy - Look, that was different, I’m different now! I’m getting’ married in three months. I’m heading to her family’s ranch right now. Why else would I pick this Hoboken place to drop off those pieces.(points to guns and dead guy) That was the last of them. Hell, you’d be hard pressed to find ammunition for most of those guns now. I was practically givin’ ‘em away.
(a few breaths)
Rifle Guy - I don’t believe you… What’s her name?
Billy - (almost immediately) Susanna Marie Rictor!
Rifle Guy - …So, what are you gonna do for an honest living… once you settle down?
Billy - I’m ‘onna own a store… I already got a place set up, over in Grover Fields, about fifteen miles NorthWest... In-laws got a place there too. I turned over a new leaf.
Rifle Guy - Well, shit, I can’t kill you now. (helps him up)(kind of smiles) You got your whole life ahead of you.
Billy - (Kind of looks in disbelief) Why are you doing this?
Rifle Guy - …I’m a very reasonable man
(he turns around to walk back toward his horse… or something.)(Billy hits him over the back of the head with two hands, one cupped inside the other. Rifle guy’s cigarette and rifle go flying, now he’s just regular guy. He falls on his face, he turns around and Billy jumps on him and starts to beat him up, they flip around a few times until Billy gets Guy on his back and pulls out a huge Bowie knife and puts it up to guy’s face. Close-up of just there faces.)
Billy - I didn’t think I’d ever have to do th-(Gunshot. Guy shoves Billy off of him and stands up, holding a revolver.)(He begins to walk over to grab his cigarette. He bends over to pick it up and says)
Rifle Guy - Now why the Hell… would you do that, when I was just about to step out here?
Billy - (heavy breathing.)
Rifle Guy - (bends over still smoking his cigarette)
Billy - (still heavy breathing, because of apparent gun wound.) I ain’t got a girl…
Rifle Guy - (looks surprised) or something?
Billy - You woulda found out and come for me later… I ain’t turned over no leaf, I’m still the same since I left you for dead. I woulda killed you if I still had my gun.
Rifle Guy - (while he says this, he’s putting his cigarette in Billy’s mouth.) Well Billy, it took you five years of heists, two of smugglin’, one daring attempt, if I do say so myself, at killing me, and a rather healthy gun shot to find out that you can’t kill the dead.
Billy - (still heavy breathing) …Fuck you…
(He does that thing where he looks glazed over and stops breathing and his head rolls back a little. Rifle guy closes Billy’s eyes, adjusts his hat to cover his face, and shoves him off the cliff. Rifle guy walks over to where he Danny Trejo’s gun flew when he shot it out of his hand. He throws his revolver aside, picks up the shotgun, holsters it, and walks away. Maybe he does something with that wagon, I don’t know. Fade to black.)