The Seven Deaths of Lighthouse

Logline: "Compelled by an unrelenting past, a mysterious recluse protects an Old West town unaided -- but the arrival of a vicious gang of outlaws unearths secrets and sparks a war."

This Western is filled with rich descriptions of the era and location, and some extreme but believable personalities who might have peopled it. A reluctant and complicated hero. A beautiful, adventurous tomboy. The evil villain with a simple selfish cause. All the ingredients of great literature.

The prize portion of the script is a lengthy action set piece at the climax of the script (which is not included in this preview due to spoilers), which involves some Western action that I have never yet seen portrayed on screen.

THE SEVEN DEATHS OF LIGHTHOUSE by Kyle Patrick Johnson Represented by: Canton Literary Management (CLM) Contact: Eric Canton (866) 429-3118 ECanton@Prodigy.net www.CantonLiteraryManagement.com Registered with: Writers Guild of America, West, Inc. Registration #1321460 2. FADE IN: EXT. WEST NEBRASKA TERRITORY - PAINTER’S JUNCTION - EVENING Foreground: the little white cross on top of the little white church. Background: acres and acres of wheat fields, swaying in the hostile wind. Deep background: Mount Lighthouse, the only modulation of the surrounding terrain, a giant fist on vast forever flatness. The sky is deep gray, angry, stormy. With every crack of lightning, the wheat fields turn into waves on a troubled sea. Cries of sailors and cowboys mix in the distance. FADE TO BLACK. EXT. MOUNT LIGHTHOUSE - SUMMIT - DAY A lone wide peak, Mount Lighthouse is covered with rocks, thick underbrush, hardy evergreens. The north side of the mountain is almost vertical, a cliff. The summit is slightly rounded, mostly flat, treeless. A small, handbuilt, porchless cabin just below the summit. Crude. Lacks windows. The only sign of life at the cabin is a tiny wisp of smoke coming from a rudimentary chimney. One small spring bubbles out of the ground behind the cabin, feeds a small stream that meanders down the mountain. JOHN ELDRIDGE (30s), sad, stooped, weathered, stands on a tall rock at the summit, looks over the terrain with a spyglass. He wears working clothes: thick shirt, khaki overalls, tired hat. Eldridge scans, looks three miles to the southwest at the onestreet, six-building hamlet called Painter’s Junction. His eyes narrow, his jaws clench. He straightens. He turns, runs to his cabin. THROUGH DOOR A modest, one-room square. The only light streams through the door and small chinks in the walls. Yanks open the door, goes in... Doesn’t like what he sees. 3. Eldridge strips off his working clothes, revealing long undergarments underneath. Throws on a black suit in an instant, black boots. Covers his face in a white mask. a black wide-brimmed hat. He strides quickly towards the door. Dons Beside the door are two pegs driven into the wall, about head height. A set of saddlebags hang from each peg. As he exits, Eldridge smoothly whisks the saddlebags off the peg further from the door. EXT. CABIN Eldridge steps out of the cabin directly onto the rocky ground. He whistles. Two horses approach. Pilot is a short, roan mare; Admiral a towering, handsome white stallion. Eldridge speaks with a clean, clear, clipped East Coast accent. ELDRIDGE Your turn, Admiral. Pilot. Stand watch, Eldridge swings the saddlebags over the large white horse. He goes back into the cabin, emerges with a fantastically ornate European saddle. Quickly fits it on the horse. Admiral does not wear reins. Eldridge returns to the cabin once more and emerges with a gunbelt and revolvers around his waist, bandolier across his torso, rifle in his right hand, shotgun in his left. He slings the rifle into the saddlebags, securing it. Eldridge grasps the pommel, swings himself up into place. Places the shotgun in front of the pommel and pulls it towards the saddle, steadying himself. He leans low over the horse’s neck. Whispers strongly. ELDRIDGE We have work. Go, Admiral! Admiral takes off at a dead run, racing down a slender, winding trail on the mountain’s face. EXT. MOUNTAIN FACE - SOUTH SIDE Eldridge and Admiral plummet down the mountain, weaving and spinning on the trail like a graceful ice skater. 4. INT. PAINTER’S JUNCTION - DOOLEY’S DRY GOODS STORE - DAY The store serves as a dry goods marketplace, post office, and temporary bank. It is simply a large square, with cans and sacks heaped on shelves on every wall. A small safe squats in a back corner, behind a glass counter display of brand-new 3 cent Pony Express postage stamps. The windows are blackened with creaky old shutters. lanterns are lit. No RICH DOOLEY (50s), the optimistically weatherbeaten Irish proprietor, hunches behind the counter, bowed in fear. TIN TOP (30s) and ROSCOE (20s), two luckless ranchers, gently kick Dooley’s ribs, encouraging him. TIN TOP Come on, come on. DOOLEY It won’t work. Leave me-- ugh. Roscoe leans down, taps a six-shooter on Dooley’s head. ROSCOE Friend, you’ll open it, or we’ll open it. Better if you do. Dooley spreads his hands, frustrated, pleading. DOOLEY I don’t know the lock, I tell you. The Pony boys do. I don’t. We don’t keep no money in there. TIN TOP I don’t want no money. I got nothing against you, Dooley. Just open it. Roscoe steps back and takes aim at Dooley, who cowers. TIN TOP No! Shoot, you’ll bring every farmer with a gun on top of us. OK. ROSCOE Gimme the TNT, Tin Top. TIN TOP You got the TNT. 5. Naw. ROSCOE TIN TOP I gave it you. ROSCOE It’s in yourn saddlebag. TIN TOP No, tisn’t. Oh, yeah. ROSCOE Tin Top clucks his tongue, gives Dooley an apologetic look, indicates Roscoe is unworthy of such a noble partner. Tin Top holsters his weapon, walks out the front door. Roscoe keeps his six-shooter trained on Dooley, idly whistles “She’ll Be Coming Round the Mountain.” Tin Top returns with a satchel of TNT. TIN TOP Roscoe, it was in yours, shuttlehead. ROSCOE They look alike. Tin Top tosses the TNT to Roscoe who catches it gingerly, dropping his revolver. Blow it. TIN TOP ELDRIDGE (O.S.) (commandingly) Well, blow me down. Roscoe drops the dynamite, terrified. ELDRIDGE (O.S.) Leave it on the deck. Eldridge opens the front door in his persona as Lighthouse, an impressive figure. His white mask seems to glow in the shadowed room. Tin Top pulls out his revolver and points it shakily at Eldridge, who pierces him with steely soulful eyes. 6. With his head, Eldridge motions for Dooley to scoot out the front door. Dooley does, using Eldridge as a shield. ELDRIDGE I think it’s time you abandoned ship, boys. You’re outgunned. Both Tin Top and Roscoe drop their eyes to Eldridge’s bandolier and weaponry. TIN TOP Yeah, but I’m holding mine. Eldridge sighs. ELDRIDGE So are they. Eldridge jerks his thumb over his shoulder. Tin Top’s view of the street is obscured by the masked intruder, so Eldridge politely steps out of the way. Across the street, all seven men in town are lined up with guns of every size and variety pointed at the little dry goods store. Tin Top gulps. Oh, God. TIN TOP ELDRIDGE Don’t ask him for help. He’s a great one for taking away. TIN TOP (to Roscoe) How’d they know we was in here? closed the windows. Yup. Huh? ELDRIDGE That’s how. ROSCOE We ELDRIDGE Dooley loves the sun. He’d never batten his hatches in the daylight. Tin Top steps forward, teeth gritted. 7. TIN TOP All right then, Mister No-Face, you’re mine. Tell ‘em to put down their guns and let us ride out of here. Eldridge laughs. Puzzled, Tin Top stops advancing. ELDRIDGE I’m proud of you. That’s probably the first brave thing you’ve ever done. You keep walking forward, it’ll be the last. Roscoe, dripping with sweat and anxiety, makes as if to lunge for his gun on the floor. Eldridge checks him with an unbelievably fast double draw. Eldridge points one gun at Roscoe, one at Tin Top. Roscoe gapes at Eldridge with genuine admiration. Wow. ROSCOE ELDRIDGE No reason to be frightened. I’ll deal with you fair. I’ll shoot you if I have to. TIN TOP (to Roscoe) If I shoot him, he’ll mightn’t hit us. See, if he falls back and jerks around, he’ll hit the ceiling, maybe, or a shelf. I think I’ll be all right. Roscoe keeps his eyes locked on Eldridge. ROSCOE (to Tin Top) I ain’t worried about you right now. To their astonishment, Eldridge puts both his guns back into his holsters and turns his back on the outlaws. He stands full in the doorway, faces the street. ELDRIDGE (to the posse) All right, men, these boys don’t want to die. They’re coming out. 8. Taking advantage, Tin Top scoops up the dynamite, shoves it into the handle of the safe. He lights a match by scraping it along the roughened surface of the TNT itself. In a flash, Eldridge turns, draws one gun, shoots the match cleanly out of Tin Top’s hands. EXT. STREET - THE POSSE Rises with a roar and, as an enraged bull pounds towards the matador, rush at the store with heads lowered, guns raised. INT. STORE Eldridge dashes inside the store, closes the door, sealing the darkness. Tin Top and Roscoe are rendered blind. Eldridge, having seen their positions, jumps forward in the dark and hits them both squarely over the head with his drawn gun. The mob bangs on the door in a fury. Eldridge holsters his gun, picks up Tin Top’s senseless body in a fireman’s carry on his right shoulder, hoists Roscoe onto his left. He stumbles quickly towards the back door. EXT. STREET The seven man mob crashes into the surprisingly sturdy wooden door of the general store. Dooley stands in the street behind them, confused, concerned. HENRY WILE (20s) and BILLY CUNNINGHAM (20s), overeager cowboys, get a bright idea and leap to the shuttered windows. They raise their rifle butts, as if to shatter the shutters and glass. Dooley, at the last moment, intervenes. DOOLEY No, no! Those windows cost me five dollars apiece! I can make a new door. The mob continues to batter at the door like waves crashing into a solid bulwark. The door splinters and bows. A voice behind Dooley stills them at an instant. ELDRIDGE If the brig is ready, these men are willing. The mob turns and beholds Eldridge in the street, with Tin Top and Roscoe sprawled unconscious at his feet. 9. Eldridge holds up his hands, palms outward, beseeching the mob’s patience. Use mercy. ELDRIDGE 10. An excerpt from page 20. EXT. SUNSET RIDGE - SUMMIT - DAY SNAKE JACK (60s), a mysterious leader of men, stands at the top of Sunset Ridge, looking due east, dull eyes glower under the brim of his large hat. Wispy gray hair blows forward in the strong wind. Several paces behind him, SMALLSON (20s), his vast, chiseled lieutenant, lingers patiently, arms folded. The rest of Snake Jack’s gang of thugs huddle around their horses and a piteous fire. They are STEUBEL (30s), kindlylooking German; MALLORY (20s), attention-deficit disordered gunslinger; ERNIE (20s), conversational bore, wizard with a rope; O’HEARN (20s), Irish beanpole; and CHEZET (20s), heartless French killer. Snake Jack finishes his survey of the land, turns at last, joins Smallson. SMALLSON Hell of a way to retire. Isn’t it? SNAKE JACK SMALLSON The marshals’ll never find us away out here. Snake Jack motions to his men to mount their horses. Smallson do the same. SNAKE JACK The Pony boy’ll be by here tomorrow morning, if the Injun were right. We’ll ride below, camp there. Snake Jack leads a deathly procession down the ridge. EXT. MOUNT LIGHTHOUSE - SLOPE - DAWN Eldridge slowly rides down the hill on Pilot, who picks her way carefully over every stone. He wears his John Eldridge costume, slumps over a dull, plain brown leather saddle. His three pelts peek out of his unadorned set of saddlebags. He slowly munches on the last bit of his meat jerky, pulling it out of his He and 11. EMPTY JERKY POUCH EXT. PLAINS - MORNING PONY EXPRESS BOY (15) trots quickly across the plains, not wishing to injure his horse by galloping the whole way. He looks up, enjoying the endless sky. radiates a zest for life and the West. His whole demeanor EXT. SUNSET RIDGE - FOOT OF THE RIDGE - MORNING Snake Jack sits on a rock in the morning sun. The gang is sprawled out around him, munching a sparse breakfast. O’Hearn, on the highest rock, looks down at Snake Jack casually. O’HEARN He’s out there. Snake Jack motions for his men to rise. Like lightning they leap to their horses. They mount, still hidden from the plains. O’Hearn remains on his rock, calling softly to Snake Jack. O’HEARN I’d say he’s about a mile away. Not much dust this morn. Moving at a quick trot. Call it three or four minutes, Snake Jack. Snake Jack nods, perpetually melancholy. EXT. PAINTER’S JUNCTION - DAY Crazy John Eldridge enters the small street that is Painter’s Junction. Pilot plods along slowly, putting one foot in front of the other in monotonous succession. Approaching the town from the east, from Mount Lighthouse, the first building on the right is a little white church with no name. Next is the sheriff’s office, doubling as a tiny two-celled jail. The third and last building on the right is a large livery stable. The first on the left is Dooley’s store, which serves as the all-purpose general store, dry goods store, post office, and bank. The second building is an unimpressive two-story hotel with a greasy restaurant on the first floor. 12. The third and last building, Chester’s, is the most eclectic: a combination doctor’s office, barbershop, and tavern all in the same room. Eldridge pulls up outside Dooley’s, wraps the reins on a hitching post. He takes hold of his pelts, and enters. EXT. PLAINS - DAY Pony Express Boy nears Sunset Ridge, looks up, alerts as he looks for the pass and his distant trail. Suddenly... A seven-man gang materializes out of the rocks ahead, surrounds him in the blink of an eye. He checks his horse and holds his arms out immediately. PONY EXPRESS BOY Hey, whoa! I’m with the Pony Express! I got no gun, no money. Ernie, dead ahead of the boy, pulls out a rope lasso, carelessly flicks it over the boy’s head, pinioning his arms to his side. PONY EXPRESS BOY What the blazes? Mallory looks around, attention flicking from one thing to another. Steubel leans over and taps his shoulder, jerking him back to the moment at hand. Chezet leans forward in his saddle, long-barrelled revolvers in hand. He eyes the boy with a devil’s glare. Snake Jack, without moving his head or even his mouth, finally speaks for the gang. SNAKE JACK What town you come from? Chicago. PONY EXPRESS BOY SNAKE JACK No, just now. PONY EXPRESS BOY This morning? Yeah. SNAKE JACK 13. PONY EXPRESS BOY Painter’s Junction. SNAKE JACK Painter’s Junction. Is it nice? What? PONY EXPRESS BOY SNAKE JACK Is it nice? PONY EXPRESS BOY Yeah, it’s nice. How big? SNAKE JACK PONY EXPRESS BOY How big is what? The town. Not big. SNAKE JACK Painter’s Junction. PONY EXPRESS BOY SNAKE JACK How many people there, boy? PONY EXPRESS BOY Not many. They got a livery, that’s all. That’s why we stop there. SMALLSON That’s it, Snake Jack. Junction for us. Painter’s SNAKE JACK No, I wanna know how many people there. Chezet leans forward, looking for the kill. PONY EXPRESS BOY I don’t know. Fifty? SNAKE JACK PONY EXPRESS BOY Less than that. Whaddya want from me, anyhow? 14. SNAKE JACK What you had to give, boy, you’ve given. Smallson, come on. Snake Jack rides off to the east, the direction that the boy had come from. Smallson follows him, as do Steubel, Mallory, and O’Hearn. Ernie tightens his grip on the lasso. up. Chezet backs his horse The boy shows his youth, breaks down into a frightened jelly. What? PONY EXPRESS BOY What’s gonna happen? ERNIE Don’t fret. He’s just givin’ hisself a challenge. It’ll be quick as it comes. Chezet continues backing up, pulls his hat down over his eyes. Without being able to see the boy, Chezet shoots him in the chest with both guns. The boy topples to the ground. Ernie drags his lassoed body, bumping over the dusty ground, dumps it behind the rocks. Chezet retrieves the boy’s horse, ties it to his own. Chezet and Ernie ride after the rest of the gang. 15. An excerpt from page 50. EXT. PAINTER’S JUNCTION - ST. DUSTIN’S CEMETERY - THAT NIGHT Eldridge dismounts Admiral, quietly hitches the horse to the inside of the cemetery fence. He pats the horse soothingly, murmurs to him. Eldridge pulls a large dark blanket out from below the saddle, drapes it over Admiral, blending the white horse with the solid black moonless night. Eldridge slips away from Admiral, hunched at the waist. He glides like a silent ghost, slips towards the dark town. EXT. STREET Eldridge moves deliberately, smoothly down the left side of the street, looking in every window, gaping for a sign of life, any sign of life, any hint of massacre, any clue. He reaches the end of town, eerily silent. He lopes across the street, looking around himself furtively, alertly, walking as though on glass marbles, always ready. He works his way back up the right side of the street, still finds nothing. He approaches the little white church. The tiny whisper of a far-off voice. He presses close to the church wall, peeks in a window, cannot see through shutters. He moves rapidly around the church, but every window is barred and door bolted. He circles around to the front door. He tries to look through the doorjamb, sees nothing but a small crack of light. One voice still speaks in a murmur. Eldridge feels exposed. He redoubles his vision about himself, glancing every way, back and forth. And then... The front door to the little white church bursts open with a flood of light. Eldridge, slammed in his side by the door, flies off the step, scrambles around the side of the church. The entire gang saunters out of the church, unaware of Eldridge’s presence. 16. They stand in the center of the street, illuminated only by the light from the church. They hold water canteens. MALLORY This town’s too small to be shooting it up. May be a greener pasture down the road? STEUBEL Snake Jack says it, it goes. MALLORY But there ain’t no women nor entertainment. O’HEARN I’d not be talking outa turn, Mallory. Snake Jack has a tendency, he has, to make his own entertainin’. SMALLSON The time he gunned down two marshals on the street. Chezet holds his arms out like a cross, both hands grasping canteens, pretends to shoot in opposite directions. SNAKE JACK Cunning and courage. We have no home, no wife, no fear of loss. Eldridge creeps back into the shadows, goes around the back of the little white church. SNAKE JACK We’ve wandered the West and had all we could have, and for what? To wander some more. MALLORY Life on the road, Snake Jack. trail for me. Snake Jack turns on Mallory, snarling. SNAKE JACK Then take it. Mallory juts his jaw angrily, mostly bluffing. STEUBEL Peace, men, peace. The 17. SNAKE JACK We have a home now. This is it. Eldridge glides swiftly behind the church, moving towards the street beyond the sheriff’s office. The gang’s voices ripple clearly towards him. CHEZET And Lighthouse? Are you not going to kill Lighthouse? SNAKE JACK When he comes. I happen to like lighthouses. They warn you of a storm. ERNIE I saw a storm once. The summer of ‘46 in Indiana. The clouds came up in the sky, just like that -Ernie is ignored and interrupted, as usual. CHEZET If this is his territory, he’ll come soon. I would. Then -SNAKE JACK He Eldridge steps out into the street, ghostly, barely seen. interrupts Snake Jack. ELDRIDGE You men are out of your waters. The gang wheels to face him, taken by surprise. they look down for their guns. To a man, Only Snake Jack and Chezet wear revolvers, and Chezet’s hands are both full of water. As Eldridge speaks, he very slowly moves toward the gang, hands at the ready. ELDRIDGE What’s your purpose here? SNAKE JACK This is our town by right of force. ELDRIDGE These people bought their land. 18. SNAKE JACK And they’ll stay on it. work for us, now. ELDRIDGE Oh, I see. Your slaves. not a slave territory. They’ll This is SNAKE JACK No. It’s mine. And if you want to live in my territory, you’ll drop your guns where you stand. Eldridge stops his approach. He cocks his head at Snake Jack, measuring him. He nods slowly, unbuckles his gun belt, dropping it to the street. Snake Jack pulls his own gun out, seizing his advantage. Eldridge continues to walk forward slowly, inevitably. ELDRIDGE Leave in the name of justice. SNAKE JACK Justice is a weighty mistress. She’ll crush you, fighting for her. ELDRIDGE I have not yet begun to fight. Snake Jack cocks his revolver as Eldridge comes within touching distance of him. Snake Jack rests the barrel of his gun against Eldridge’s chin. SNAKE JACK One chance. Go away and leave us in peace. Or I will kill you. In fascination, Chezet has not put down his canteens. CHEZET Why haven’t you killed him already? SNAKE JACK I like his... passion. He reminds me of myself, when I was young. Eldridge stares deep into Snake Jack’s murky soul-less eyes. ELDRIDGE Where are the people? 19. SNAKE JACK They’re mine. ELDRIDGE You’re beyond reason, aren’t you? SNAKE JACK They’re mine. Eldridge nods softly. Eldridge uncoils with graceful lightning. SLOW MOTION While springing sideways to the left, he lowers his head in a violent nod, redirecting Snake Jack’s gun downwards and to the side. Snake Jack involuntarily pulls the trigger, winging Chezet in the forearm. In the same moment, a derringer springs out of Eldridge’s coat sleeve into his right hand. Still drifting with his bodily leap, he fluidly swings his right arm up under Snake Jack’s chin, loosing two bullets into the gangster’s brain. Snake Jack falls backwards, his hat flying off his head. Eldridge soars through the air, landing against Steubel. With an innate and misplaced sense of decency, Steubel catches Eldridge, braces his fall. Eldridge continues his right arm swing, strikes the top of Steubel’s head. Steubel drops, unconscious. The rest of the gang stands for a fractional instant, stunned. Chezet buckles, grasping his bloody arm. Eldridge makes a second leap toward the little white church, disappears completely in the deep dead black of night. BACK TO SCENE Smallson roars unintelligibly, races up the steps into the church, emerges immediately with an armful of guns. He throws the guns onto the street, reserves a shotgun. Mallory, O’Hearn, and Ernie each take up a weapon as Smallson joins them in the street. They take aim at the prairie beyond the church and begin firing wildly after Eldridge. ELDRIDGE crawls towards the cemetery frantically on his stomach, breathing heavily and pumped full of testosterone and fear. 20. MOUNT LIGHTHOUSE - SUMMIT - REBECCAH Rebeccah sees the gunflashes from her place of vigil, hears the thunder of the weapons and Smallson’s anguished bellows. She bites her lip, clasps her hands. Oh, God. SMALLSON runs out of shotgun shells. for more. He scrabbles in the dirt, looks REBECCAH Oh, God. Oh, God. Violently, he flings away the shotgun and grabs a nearby revolver. Without aiming or even looking up, he fires off all six bullets into the prairie. He throws the empty revolver through Dooley’s beloved store window. He grabs another weapon from the ground, fires it until it clicks futilely. He continues, desperately wasting the gang’s ammunition. ELDRIDGE crawls into the cemetery. Admiral stands patiently, unharmed and unperturbed by the target practice. Eldridge creeps around Admiral, shielding himself with the horse. He climbs up onto Admiral, leaving the dark blanket draped across the horse’s white flanks. He kicks Admiral. Admiral bolts for the mountain. SMALLSON is out of guns and ammunition. look to him for guidance. O’Hearn, Mallory, and Ernie SMALLSON Well, see if they’re alive, goddammit. Mallory rushes to Snake Jack’s side and looks for life. After a moment, he fearfully looks up at Smallson, shakes his head. Ernie slaps Steubel’s cheeks. Steubel soon stirs. O’Hearn helps Chezet to his feet. For all his cruelty, Chezet’s relatively minor wound causes him to blubber and moan in a most unmanly fashion. 21. The gang ushers their wounded into the little white church. INT. LITTLE WHITE CHURCH The brightness of twenty lanterns cascades from the front of the church, illuminating the tied and trussed figures of the townspeople, sprawled across the floor. Billy, Henry, Dooley, Chester, Grossman, Roscoe, Tin Top, Padraig, the PREACHER (50s), the PREACHER’S WIFE: all are tied up, some motionless. Some writhe in pain and hunger. The gang enters the church. Smallson, the last one in, closes and bars the door behind him. Steubel, holding his head, sits in a nearby pew. Chezet, still whimpering, is laid in a pew by Ernie and O’Hearn. Mallory checks all the windows and doors, secures them. Smallson stands by the main door, hands on hips, looks down at the body of Snake Jack. O’HEARN What an ending. Smallson turns on O’Hearn fiercely. SMALLSON End? End?! Ain’t nothin’ been ended. O’HEARN Taking this town and retirin’ quietly within it was Snake Jack’s dream, Smallson. We who live are free to find our own. SMALLSON Snake Jack is here, but his idea ain’t cold and buried. Look! Smallson points at the prisoners. SMALLSON He wants us to keep on. While Smallson and O’Hearn glare at each other, Ernie drones in the corner. ERNIE I knew a fella oncet who had a big dercision to make. He had a gel in the East, beautiful gel, who wanted him to come back ’n’ marry her. 22. ERNIE (CONT'D) But he had a big ol’ hoss of a gel out West who he was livin’ with. You know what he did? He stayed with the big ol’ hoss of a gel, ‘cause he feared her more. He wrote that Eastern gel back and tol’ her that -- SMALLSON (to O’Hearn) We stay. Find a lock for that door. O’Hearn shrugs his shoulders in a carefree manner. Ernie leans over Chezet’s wound, shakes his head, studying it. Without hesitation, he reaches his dirty fingers into the wound, searching for the bullet. Chezet roars.