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Screenplay by
Alan Munro
Moving Target
24025 Park Sorrento
Suite 280
Calabasas, CA 91302
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Contact: Brian Jochum
1 DAWN 1
Comes the sun, turning gentle blush to rich gold, and slowly
the world becomes visible.
But look where you may there is nothing — only CLOUDLESS SKY
and FEATURELESS SAND. As much nothing as you’ve ever seen.
LETTY (V.O.)
The wind was the cause of it all.
The sand, too, had a share in it,
and human beings were involved, but
the wind was the primal force.
LETTY (V.O.)
This all happened years ago in West
Texas before the great ranges were
cut into farms, when there was
nothing to temper the winds, when
the sand blew in blinding fury or
multiplied in mocking waves or
piled in pyramids that fickle gusts
removed as quickly as were erected.
LETTY (V.O.)
Even if you knew the winds of West
Texas today it would mean little,
for they are not as they were.
Civilization has changed them, has
tamed them, as the vaqueros gentled
the wild mustangs of long ago. Man,
by building houses, by stretching
fences and making green things
grow, has not just broken the sweep
of the winds, he has broken their
spirit.
LETTY (V.O.)
But long ago it was different. The
winds were wild and free — and more
powerful than human beings.
LETTY (V.O.)
Back then, among the wild horses of
the plains there would be one mare,
fleet and strong and cunning, that
could never be trapped by man, that
never felt the sting of the spur —
a lead mare that raced over the
prairies at will, uncaptured and
uncapturable. A being forever free.
CLICK-CLACK, CLICK-CLACK.
CLICK-CLACK, CLICK-CLACK.
LETTY (V.O.)
Sweetwater, Sweetwater,
Sweetwater...
LETTY (V.O.)
Sweetwater, Sweetwater,
Sweetwater...
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LETTY
Sweetwater, Sweetwater,
Sweetwater...
Her Sweetwater chant trails off and Letty’s blue eyes wander
from the window to the interior of the rail car.
As you’d expect there are two rows of red plush seats and
between them, overhead, kerosene lamps which sway to the
tempo of the train. At the far end an IRON STOVE is tended by
a bushy-haired CONDUCTOR.
The train has emerged from the tunnel and Letty wants to see
what new splendors are on offer.
As the Conductor makes his way up the aisle Letty tugs at his
sleeve.
CONDUCTOR
Yes, miss?
LETTY
Why don’t these people put fences
round their peach orchards?
4.
CONDUCTOR
Peach orchards, miss?
WIRT
Ah, don’t trouble, miss. I was just
funnin’. You know what? They do
look like peach trees. I’ve heard
lots of folks say the same thing.
LETTY
Have you really?
WIRT
No.
WIRT (CONT’D)
Wirt Roddy.
LETTY
Letty Mason.
They shake.
WIRT
Goin’ far?
LETTY
Sweetwater. Do you know the place?
LETTY (CONT’D)
Do tell me about it. Is there a
little silver river or a creek or
perhaps even a pond covered in
white-petaled lilies...
WIRT
Excuse me, miss, I don’t...
LETTY
The water Sweetwater gets its name
from. What sort of water is it?
WIRT
You sure have pink-ribboned
fancies, Miss Letty.
WIRT (CONT’D)
How ‘bout a bargain? I’ll tell you
about Sweetwater but first you tell
me about where you call home.
LETTY
Home is a town in Virginia you
never heard of. It’s a house not so
big, but with a wide porch out
front to watch the sunset.
Under the powerful spell of her own words, LETTY’S VIEW out
the train window transforms into the VIRGINIA COUNTRYSIDE.
LETTY (CONT’D)
It has vines — blackberries,
Virginia creepers, red bugles — all
filled with love and charity.
WIRT
Charity?
LETTY
They cover up the dead ugly things
and make them graceful. And the
daisies, acres of them, nodding at
you, telling you to come play. And
pine trees standing on tiptoe to
peek into Heaven. And magnolias.
You can write your name on a
magnolia leaf in springtime and
still read it in the fall.
6.
LETTY (CONT’D)
Now tell me about Sweetwater. And
please tell me there are magnolias.
Letty’s eyes are clamped tight, blinded by the pain and joy
of memory.
WIRT
I can’t.
WIRT (CONT’D)
This country ain’t for you, little
lady. Go back home — while the
going’s good.
LETTY
I haven’t anything to go back to.
WIRT
Nothing whatever?
LETTY
Momma was all I had. When she died,
everything died with her.
WIRT
You got kin in Sweetwater?
LETTY
My Cousin Beverley owns a ranch. He
wasn’t sure I’d like it, but I
thought a change would do me good.
WIRT
Sweetwater will be a change all
right. A helluva change. What’d you
say your cousin’s name is?
LETTY
Beverley. Beverley Mason.
WIRT
Why sure, Bev Mason. Yessiree,
Bev’s a good hombre. Only he don’t
live in Sweetwater.
LETTY
But his letter...
7.
WIRT
Out here a man can live a hundred
miles from his postmark. Bev’s
ranch must be twenty miles from
Sweetwater. Got an outfit in those
parts, myself, but I live in Fort
Worth. Couldn’t hog-tie me to stay
year round out there.
LETTY
Is it that bad?
WIRT
It’s no place for a pretty girl.
LETTY
Why is that?
WIRT
The wind.
LETTY
The wind is everywhere.
WIRT
The Devil is everywhere, Miss
Letty, but that don’t mean I’d
choose to live in Hades.
LETTY
It’s not what I’d choose either. I
just don’t have a choice.
WIRT
Maybe ya do. How’s about comin’
back to Fort Worth with me. I’ll
fix up somethin’ for ya.
LETTY
Oh, I couldn’t impose. Besides
Cousin Bev is expecting me.
From his breast pocket Wirt takes a POWDER BLUE ENVELOPE and
passes it over.
WIRT
Take this. It’s got my name and
address so you can write me if ever
you change your mind.
8.
LETTY
“Mr. Wirt Roddy. Fort Worth,
Texas.”
WIRT
Nuthin’ of interest. It’s from...
uh, my grandma.
LETTY
Gardenias.
WIRT
Granny’s favorite.
LETTY
Such pretty handwriting, too. I
think people reveal a lot by their
handwriting.
WIRT
I sure hope not.
WIRT (CONT’D)
You okay?
LETTY
I’m picturing a small mahogany desk
set under a window. A gentle white-
haired woman is penning a letter to
her favorite grandson.
WIRT
I never met anyone so full of
dreams.
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LETTY
Dear God in Heaven!
LETTY’S WINDOW VIEW: A COW staggers along the track, one hind
leg hanging broken, its haunches covered in blood.
WIRT
Train hit ‘er.
LETTY
We must stop.
WIRT
Don’t be silly. Happens all the
time. These critters ain’t worth
much.
LETTY
So we leave her to die by small
degrees in all that loneliness.
WIRT
Train’s slowed.
WIRT (CONT’D)
If ya wanna put the critter outta
her misery you’re welcome to try.
LETTY
I’ve never fired a gun in my life.
10.
WIRT
That’ll change. Stay out here long
enough and you’ll learn to kill
things. Ev’rbody does.
WIRT (CONT’D)
That’s the way life is out here.
Letty leans her head onto the window; all the color is
draining from her face.
WIRT (CONT’D)
You’re not lookin’ too bright-eyed,
Miss Letty. When did you eat last?
LETTY
I don’t remember.
WIRT
Well, that won’t do. Hold on.
From his coat pocket Wirt fishes out a small RED APPLE.
LETTY
I’m not hungry.
WIRT
That don’t matter. Here. Eat up.
I’ll join you.
WIRT (CONT’D)
De-licious.
With loud SMACKS Wirt kisses the juice off his fingers then
relaxes into his seat, crossing his leg. For the first time
Letty notices Wirt’s flashy COWBOY BOOTS.
WIRT (CONT’D)
Beautiful, ain’t they.
LETTY
Never seen the like. Alligator?
WIRT
Rattlesnake.
WIRT (CONT’D)
Oh, don’t worry, little Eve, I
ain’t no serpent. And for sure you
won’t find any tree of knowledge
growin’ in these parts.
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Far to the west, where the earth meets the sky, the sun
spreads its rays upward and outward into the heavens.
The train seems puny and frail beneath all this majesty.
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The early dark of winter has come on and the gray grasses are
bent low in the sweep of the wind.
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CONDUCTOR
We’re coming in to Sweetwater,
miss. You’ll have to be off pronto,
the train don’t stop here but a
few ticks.
12.
WIRT
Allow me, Miss Letty.
LETTY
Is this your station too?
WIRT
No, I’m going on to Colorado City
but I’d be honored to see you off.
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Wirt jumps down then helps Letty onto the wooden platform.
But there’s only Wirt, the Conductor, and at the far end of
the platform a ROUGH-LOOKING HOMBRE in a DUSTER.
Once more the wind SHRIEKS, catching Letty in its icy grip.
LETTY
Bev’s not here, he’s not here.
LETTY (CONT’D)
Not here, not here...
LIGE
Excuse me, ma’am, you wouldn’t be
Bev Mason’s cousin would ya?
LETTY
Yes, yes. Oh God, where’s Bev?
LIGE
Home, waitin’. He ask me to bring
ya out.
WIRT
And who might you be?
LIGE
As it happens, ma’am, I’m Lige
Hightower.
WIRT
Why didn’t you speak up before?
LIGE
Bev said as how you’d be alone. So
of course I thought it wasn’t you.
LETTY
This gentleman... he... he just
helped me off the train.
CONDUCTOR
Ya comin’, Roddy?
WIRT
Hold the train a pair a damn
minutes will ya.
CONDUCTOR
Like hell I will.
CONDUCTOR (CONT’D)
Knock on it!
CONDUCTOR (CONT’D)
No reason to trouble, Miss Letty,
not with Lige Hightower to look
after ya.
LIGE
He’s right, ma’am. Nuthin’ out here
to be skeered of.
LETTY
Thank you for all your courtesy.
WIRT
This ain’t goodbye, Miss Letty, not
by a damn sight. I’m coming back to
see ya. Yessiree, I’m coming
whenever it suits me.
Wirt kisses Letty’s hand then chases after the train, hopping
onto the bottom step of the last car. He gives a final wave
goodbye before he climbs inside.
LIGE
We best be goin’, ma’am.
When she steps off the platform her high-button shoes sink to
their ankles in the soft sand.
There sits Letty in a big messed-up heap. She puts out her
hand so Lige can pull her up.
LIGE (CONT’D)
I reckon this’ll be easier.
Instead of taking her hand Lige cradles her up, swings her
over his head and drops her like a sack of meal into the
buckboard’s unpadded seat.
LETTY
Thank you.
LIGE
Yer welcome.
LETTY
What a beautiful animal.
16.
LIGE
That’s SANDSTORM, my best friend
out here — except maybe for
Sourdough.
LETTY
Sourdough. He’s the other horse?
LIGE
Sourdough is my business partner.
We run our herds together. You’ll
meet him soon enough.
LIGE (CONT’D)
Gimme two shakes, boy.
Lige hops back onto the platform, ducks inside the STATION
HOUSE and re-emerges holding a BRICK which he passes gingerly
from hand to hand.
LIGE (CONT’D)
Rest your feet on that, Miss Letty.
It’s been heatin’ on the stove.
From the wagon bed, Lige gathers up a big BUFFALO ROBE and
throws it over Letty’s legs. It’s covered in sand some of
which gets in Letty’s eye.
LIGE (CONT’D)
Sorry ‘bout that.
Worse than the sand is the powerful stench coming from the
buffalo robe. It’s all Letty can do to keep from heaving.
LIGE (CONT’D)
I reckon it ain’t been cleaned in
awhile. Come to think it ain’t been
cleaned ever. But it’ll keep ya
warm all right.
LIGE (CONT’D)
Lots of things ain’t been cleaned
lately, I reckon.
Lige takes a TINY STONE from his pocket and throws it at the
Old Gray’s scrawny rump.
LIGE (CONT’D)
Come on, ANNIE, make tracks.
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LETTY
I wish it was daylight so I could
see Sweetwater better.
LIGE
Daytime don’t make it prettier.
LETTY
But I’ve thought so much about it.
Do you have a river here or is it a
lake?
LIGE
Ma’am?
LETTY
Sweetwater, you know.
Lige CHUCKLES.
LIGE
No ma’am, nuthin’ like a river
round here. I reckon first settlers
named this spot Sweetwater cuz
there ain’t no water.
LETTY
No water...
18.
LIGE
Names is like dreams, Miss Letty.
Mostly they go contraries to real
life.
They’ve reached the edge of town but the wagon keeps going
straight off into the big black nowhere.
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As for Lige, he’s tied the reins to his boot — not asleep but
not exactly awake either.
Smell or no, Letty pulls the buffalo robe higher. The wind-
blasts of the night have abated but there’s enough breeze
leftover to make it plenty uncomfortable.
Lige stirs, lifts his hat to check the angle of the sunrise
then reins in Annie.
LIGE
Whoa, lady.
LIGE (CONT’D)
Annie needs a rest. You should
stretch your limbs.
19.
Before Letty can answer Lige has her planted onto the sand.
LETTY
What is this place?
LIGE
Ain’t got a name I know of.
LETTY
Who lived here?
LIGE
Nobody remembers. Scalded out by
Comanches maybe or more likely just
up and quit. Whoever it was they’re
just dust now.
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Lige appears with a CANTEEN and a TIN CUP. He fills the cup,
passes it over.
LETTY
Tell me about Cousin Bev.
LIGE
Bev? Everybody likes Bev. Hasn’t
had the best of luck at ranchin’
but he’s a man all right.
LETTY
I loved him when I was a little
girl. He was so courtly and
handsome.
LIGE
He’s changed some.
20.
LETTY
He left Virginia when I was a
child. Had to move here for the
drier weather on account of his
lungs. I wrote him after Momma
died. He said to come on down, that
I could teach his little girl.
LIGE
You’ll like little Alice.
LETTY
And what about his wife, my Cousin
Cora?
Rather than reply Lige pops the stopper back in his canteen,
walks to where ANNIE’S HARNESS is stacked.
LETTY (CONT’D)
What is it? Bev never wrote about
her. What kind of woman is she?
LIGE
That’s just it, she ain’t a woman
exactly. More of a force of nature.
LIGE (CONT’D)
Don’t get me wrong I like Cora a
whole lot. It’s just that, well...
She ain’t exactly the woman you’d
pick out for a feller like Bev.
LETTY
She doesn’t love him?
LIGE
Oh, she’s got the love all right.
Heck, Bev woulda been in his grave
ten years ago without her.
LETTY
Well then?
LIGE
Just don’t contrary her — not if
you want to live under her roof.
LIGE (CONT’D)
We best hit the grit. Your Cousin
Bev’ll be honin’ to see you. I
would if I was him.
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LETTY
What’s that?
LIGE
Nuthin’ but a JACK RABBIT.
LETTY
Reminds me of a kangaroo.
LIGE
What’s that?
LETTY
Don’t!
LIGE
He’ll be good eatin’.
LETTY
Please. I couldn’t bear it.
LIGE
This is a first. Out here girls
shoot game same as men.
22.
LIGE (CONT’D)
If ya stay you’ll learn to shoot.
It’s a way of life out here.
LETTY
What animal is that?
LIGE
Heck, that ain’t no animal,
leastways not how you mean it. It’s
a twister. Sand caught up by the
wind. Folks round here say it’s a
ghost but believe me it’s meaner
than any real critter.
LETTY
Ghost?
LIGE
It’s a sorta story folks tell in
these parts.
LETTY
Oh, do tell it. Please.
LIGE
Well, it goes sumthin’ like this:
When the Spanish first settled
Texas they brought Arabian horses.
Some of ‘em got away an’ that’s how
the wild herds got started. Since
then most of them horses have been
roped and gentled. But they always
tell of one, a lead mare, black as
midnight, that’s still out there —
too game to ever be caught. This
mare she ain’t flesh and blood but
more like a ghost. And to this day
when you see a twister if ya look
careful you can see her stirrin’ up
the wind.
LETTY
That’s a crackerjack story. Do tell
another.
LIGE
Only got the one.
Eyes closed, Letty fills her lungs with fresh clear air.
LETTY
Imagine being free as the wind.
LIGE
Seems like bunkum to me. I been in
these parts my whole life and I
ain’t never seen a ghost or a
spirit or anything magic-like.
LETTY
You can’t mean that.
LIGE
I can’t?
LETTY
If there isn’t any magic in the
world then the world is just what
it is. Don’t you have any dreams?
LIGE
I shoulda known.
LIGE (CONT’D)
This-a-way, pardner!
LETTY
Is this the best friend you
mentioned last night?
24.
LIGE
Sure is.
LETTY
And you own a ranch together.
LIGE
Not exactly. His homestead is next
to mine so we built one claim shack
on the border. He lives in his room
on his side and I live in mine. We
trade-off the kitchen duties and we
run our herds together.
SOURDOUGH
Howdy-do, ma’am.
LETTY
Pleased to meet you, Mr...
SOURDOUGH
Friends call me Sourdough. You’ll
call me Sourdough won’t you, ma’am?
LETTY
And you can call me Letty.
SOURDOUGH
Honored by the privilege, Miss
Letty.
With knightly flourish Sourdough sweeps his hat off and bows
low. On cue Sourdough’s pony extends his right front leg and
bows low as well.
SOURDOUGH (CONT’D)
Leave it to my pardner to find a
gal prettier than red shoes.
LETTY
And who is this gallant steed?
25.
SOURDOUGH
His name, ma’am, is MARIJUANA.
That’s Mex fer umm....
LIGE
... Loco weed.
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Letty shifts, stiff in every muscle and chilled from the wind
that not even the buffalo robe can keep out.
LETTY
How much farther?
LIGE
We’re on Bev’s land now. Them are
his cattle.
(O.S.) RATTA-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT...
LIGE (CONT’D)
Rattler!
SOURDOUGH
Got him!
RATTA-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT...
Lige unholsters his COLT but can’t get a bead, not with Annie
in front of him.
26.
LIGE
Come round this-a-way, amigo! I
ain’t got a shot.
SOURDOUGH
Tryin’.
SOURDOUGH
Ain’t losin’ none of yours.
LETTY
Who is that?
SOURDOUGH
That thar is the best dang shot in
the whole dang state.
SOURDOUGH (CONT’D)
Best dang woman in the whole dang
state.
Sourdough gigs his pony, lights out for the woman. Letty
turns to Lige in confusion.
LIGE
“That thar” is your Cousin CORA.
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27.
Before the buckboard can even pull up COUSIN BEV is out the
front door.
In the same instant Letty is over the wheel and into Bev’s
arms.
LETTY
So many years, so many years.
COUSIN BEV
My goodness. What a pretty young
lady you’ve become. Prettier even
than your Momma.
LETTY
And you...
CORA (O.S.)
Ain’tcha gunna introduce us?
COUSIN BEV
Letty, this is my wife, your Cousin
Cora.
Letty extends her hand but Cora pulls her in for a hug,
albeit a damned awkward one.
CORA
Bev said yer Momma weren’t no
bigger than a titmouse. Reckon now
he wasn’t lyin’.
28.
CORA (CONT’D)
Let’s get ya outta this wind.
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Along with its DIVAN, ROCKING CHAIRS and WHATNOT the room has
a BED for company and a POT-BELLIED STOVE for heat.
COUSIN BEV
This is our Alice.
CORA
Whatcha waitin’ for, Alice. Shake
the lady’s hand.
LETTY
Aren’t you the cutest thing ever.
CORA
Don’t look like neither one of us,
does she? I tell her she’s a stray.
COUSIN BEV
Alice is... COUGH-COUGH ... Alice
is our little apple pie.
CORA
Like hell. Alice is tough as dried
leather and smarter than a ropin’
horse. You two will be bunk-mates,
Letty. I stored your grips under
her bed.
29.
LETTY
That’s just fine. Does that suit
you, Alice?
Lige crouches beside Letty, reaches round Bev and gives Alice
a tickle on her tummy.
Alice GIGGLES.
LIGE
She says she’s happy for the
company, Miss Letty.
CORA
If Alice was old enough she’d marry
ya, Lige. Like I said she’s a smart
girl.
LIGE
Maybe I should ask her now before
she gets sense enough to turn me
down.
LIGE (CONT’D)
Well, um... it’s been a pleasure to
make your acquaintance, Miss Letty.
COUSIN BEV
You ain’t goin’?
LIGE
Best be gettin’ back.
CORA
The heck you are. Chuck’s almost
ready. You’re stayin’. That’s the
word with the bark on it.
COUSIN BEV
You heard the boss... COUGH-COUGH.
30.
LIGE
All right with you, pardner?
SOURDOUGH
Tickled as a box of possum heads.
CORA (O.S.)
Did you ever hear tell of Sweet
Betsy from Pike,
Who crossed the wide mountains with
her lover Ike...
LIGE
I’ll tend to the horses.
Letty starts toward the kitchen but Bev waves her off.
SOURDOUGH
Tobaccie, ma’am?
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Cora THUMPS food into the dishes, RATTLES the COFFEE POT and
speaks like prairie thunder.
CORA
It’s Sonuvagun.
COUSIN BEV
Innards.
CORA
Get to it. We don’t waste food in
this house.
COUSIN BEV
You got plans for the drought,
Sourdough? Sourdough?
SOURDOUGH
What the damn hell...
LIGE
Bev’s asking you a question, moon
eyes.
COUSIN BEV
Any thoughts ‘bout how to fight the
drought?
SOURDOUGH
Oh, err... my mind ain’t arrived at
no definite answer. All I know is
it’s so dry the bushes are
followin’ the dogs around.
LETTY
How long has it been?
SOURDOUGH
Long enough fer the cattle to be
feelin’ downright abused.
COUSIN BEV
Yeah, these Sonora Reds bawl at you
as if you was... COUGH-COUGH...
Joshua stoppin’ the rain.
32.
CORA
I don’t care if these dumb animals
think I’m God Almighty.
SOURDOUGH
What we need to do is to cross our
longhorns with camels.
LETTY
Surely it’s due to rain soon.
COUSIN BEV
Everybody’s hoping so.
LETTY
And if the rain doesn’t come?
COUSIN BEV
We’ve been cleaned out once before
on accounta... COUGH... drought.
CORA
If we get starved out we’ll throw
Alice in a wagon and start out for
new grass. I like to travel. Change
does a body good.
SOURDOUGH
Lige and me seen covered wagons
already.
CORA
Good riddance I say. Most of ‘em
don’t know a rattlesnake from an
alligator.
COUSIN BEV
Dry years bring ‘em out.
CORA
It ain’t the weather. They fail cuz
they ain’t fit. Folks that ain’t
got any more backbone than a piece
of string had better stay in
Virginia.
SOURDOUGH
Gotta admit there been times when
this drought had me scared. How
‘bout you, pardner?
LIGE
I reckon so. But it don’t do to
quit.
CORA
That’s the talk I like to hear.
CORA (CONT’D)
If drought was sumthin’ you could
prevent by bein’ scared of it I’d
go hide under the covers. But it
ain’t. Bein’ scared is nuthin’ but
a big waste o’ time. Worse cuz it
makes things happen that wouldn’t
happen otherwise.
CORA (CONT’D)
Fear is the worst poison there is.
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Crouched beside it, Letty twines the last braid in her long
silky hair. She inspects her work in her oval mirror — newly
hung on the wall above: hair braided perfectly, porcelain
skin scrubbed, NIGHTGOWN freshly starched.
Dousing her CANDLE Letty peels back the THREADBARE QUILT and
climbs in with her tiny bed-mate.
It’s no use.
34.
LAUGHTER.
LETTY
That laughter. Is it a coyote?
LETTY (CONT’D)
Just the wind, just the wind...
FADE TO BLACK:
FADE IN:
Letty’s eyes flicker open. She sits up, takes stock in the
mirror:
LETTY (V.O.)
Dear Mr. Roddy,
Four months ago when we met on the
train you called me a silly little
girl.
35.
LETTY (V.O.)
You said my head was full of pink-
ribboned thoughts and that I was
ill-equipped for life on the
prairie. How right you were.
With both hands Letty brushes sand from her face and arms,
tussles it from her hair, spits granules from her mouth.
Though it’s barely light enough to see, Bev, Cora, and Alice
are already busy at their chores.
LETTY (V.O.)
After four months I have no
aptitude for shoeing horses or
mending fences or even finding
quail eggs.
LETTY (V.O.)
And despite what you said I doubt
I’ll ever learn to hunt down a wild
beast...
LETTY (V.O.)
... And turn it into the evening
meal.
LETTY (V.O.)
Not that I haven’t been busy.
Workdays begin before sun-up and
ends after dark.
LETTY (V.O.)
All this labor is performed under
the watchful eye of my Cousin Cora.
36.
Letty tries to stack the chips against the house but they
topple over and scatter everywhere.
LETTY (V.O.)
She is boss of this ranch — a fact
I’m never allowed to forget.
With Letty nearby Cora inspects the COOK STOVE for grease.
LETTY (V.O.)
Nothing I do is up to Cora’s
standard. I know this because she
is always reminding me.
CORA
Don’t drink downstream of the
outhouse.
LETTY (V.O.)
Cora is full of these nuggets of
wisdom and she is not shy about
sharing them.
CORA
Don’t squat with your spurs on...
Always tighten your own cinch...
When in doubt let the horse do the
thinkin’.
LETTY (V.O.)
However hard Cora rides me it is as
nothing compared to how hard she
drives her daughter Alice. Alice
must help with the baking, she must
gather fuel, she must help with the
butchering.
LETTY (V.O.)
Alice who is not much bigger than a
water bucket must fetch all the
water.
CORA
One more step, Nubbin. If you’re
walkin’ through Hell best thing to
do is keep walkin’.
LETTY (V.O.)
Through all these trials Alice
never shows anger or frustration. I
have never seen Alice cry.
LETTY (V.O.)
Alice is the second most determined
animal I have ever encountered. The
first is Cora herself.
Cora sets a ROCK, a big one, into its place along the CORRAL
WINDBREAK.
LETTY (V.O.)
There is no task Cora cannot do.
Indeed there is no task Cora cannot
do better than any man.
Cowboy Cora BRANDS A STEER. Skinner Cora peels the HIDE off a
CARCASS. Roustabout Cora SADDLES an UNBROKEN MUSTANG.
Blacksmith Cora straightens a HORSESHOE.
LETTY (V.O.)
Will Alice grow up to be like her
mother? The thought makes me
uneasy.
LETTY (V.O.)
Over these months Alice and I have
formed a deep bond. In our rare
moments of freedom we play games...
LETTY (V.O.)
We make up stories...
LETTY (V.O.)
We share dreams.
LETTY (V.O.)
In the evenings I teach Alice her
lessons.
LETTY (V.O.)
At day’s end we comfort each other.
LETTY (V.O.)
Alice and I are kindred souls — and
Cora deeply resents it.
LETTY (V.O.)
Perhaps it is jealousy but I do not
think so.
LETTY (V.O.)
There is something about me
personally which Cora cannot abide.
LETTY (V.O.)
For all this I do not feel entitled
to judge Cora. She has borne
hardships which I can scarcely
fathom.
39.
Beyond the crosses a WAGON makes its way up the trail toward
Bev’s house.
LETTY (V.O.)
Visitors come often. Everybody
headed to or from Sweetwater stops
in for a meal or a sleep-over or a
good long jaw.
EVERY FACE, even the young ones, has been etched deep with
the harsh facts of the prairie.
LETTY (V.O.)
All seem to bear their hardships
with quiet dignity. Well, not all.
LETTY (V.O.)
There are two undignified souls who
come by regularly. One of them is
only interested in showing off:
LETTY (V.O.)
The other instructs me in the
garden-like wonders of the desert.
LETTY (V.O.)
Many sights are glorious but it is
certainly no Eden. There is only
one tree on Bev’s Ranch and if it
contains any knowledge it hasn’t
imparted it to me.
LETTY (V.O.)
This garden does have a serpent.
LETTY (V.O.)
Lots of serpents in fact. Serpents
sleeping under rocks, hiding in my
shoes, crawling up my apron.
LETTY (V.O.)
Even the plants here are
unfriendly.
LETTY (V.O.)
It is a garden without pity.
LETTY (V.O.)
All of this would be bearable if
not for the wind.
LETTY (V.O.)
Don’t let anyone tell you the Devil
isn’t real. He’s here roaming the
West Texas prairie.
The wind blows Letty’s hair in her face... Blows grit in her
eye... Blows her skirt straight up over her head.
LETTY (V.O.)
He plays tricks, sets traps,
outsmarts me at every turn.
The wind will not permit Letty to light the STOVE... Or hang
THE LAUNDRY... Or wear a HAT... Or read a BOOK.
As final insult the wind blasts open the front door, spanking
Letty — WHACK! — on the rump.
LETTY (V.O.)
Like a cat torturing a helpless fly
I fear the wind will tire of this
game — and devour me.
41.
LETTY (V.O.)
That’s why I’m writing you.
LETTY (V.O.)
As I’m sure you know the big dance
is tonight.
LETTY
A dance?
LIGE
A square dance — at the
Popplewells.
SOURDOUGH
To celebrate their new house.
LIGE
Biggest house on this whole range.
COUSIN BEV
Just like Si Popplewell to build
the biggest.
CORA
Si Popplewell is all hat and no
cattle.
LIGE
Ev’rbody’ll be there.
LETTY
Everybody?
LIGE
Ev’rbody except the dead.
42.
SOURDOUGH
Ev’rbody includin’ the dead.
LETTY (V.O.)
Likely you will be there tonight —
but as this event won’t afford much
privacy it seemed more prudent to
commit my thoughts to paper.
CORA
Lige and Sourdough is pullin’ up.
LETTY
I’ll be out directly.
CORA
Don’t moon about.
LETTY
I won’t. I promise.
LETTY (V.O.)
What I need to ask is this: Is the
offer to accompany you to Fort
Worth still open? If so I think I’d
like to discuss the possibility
further. I hope we shall find the
time to do so.
With much anticipation of our
reunion.
Your Friend, Letty Mason.
Satisfied (as she should be) she pinches her cheeks to bring
up the blush and sashays out the door.
CUT TO:
CUT TO:
No luck so far.
SOURDOUGH
Lookin’ fer me?
CALLER
Choose your first partner and form
a circle.
LETTY
What’s dangling off his fiddle?
SOURDOUGH
It’s a snake rattle. To keep the
dampness off the fiddlestrings.
LETTY
Does it work?
SOURDOUGH
Fiddlers think so.
LETTY
Well, it looks disgusting.
SOURDOUGH
Rattlers ain’t nuthin’ to trouble
about. Come Spring I’ll teach you
how to shoot ‘em. It’s fun.
LETTY
I’ve told you fifty times I don’t
want to learn to shoot.
SOURDOUGH
Ma’am.
LETTY
A pleasure.
45.
Sourdough escorts her out on the dance floor where they take
their place in the circle.
CALLER
Light a fire, Eustace!
CROWD
Don’t you remember don’t you know,
Don’t you remember Cotton-Eyed Joe?
CALLER
STOMP-STOMP!
CROWD
STOMP-STOMP!
CALLER
ONE-TWO-THREE-FORWARD!
CROWD
Oh, dem golden slippers,
Oh dem golden slippers,
Golden slippers I’se goin’ to wear
Because they look so neat...
BUFFALO GALS; RED RIVER VALLEY; GIT ALONG, LITTLE DOGIES; OH!
SUSANNA; OLD CHISHOLM TRAIL; I RIDE AN OLD PAINT.
The MUSIC, the dancing, the LAUGHTER, the energy, the sheer
joy is intoxicating — it is overwhelming.
Letty has forgotten Virginia, Bev and Cora, her tired back
and her aching limbs, she has even forgotten Wirt Roddy.
CUT TO:
Sourdough and Lige fall into the chairs on either side. They
are nearly as out breath as she is.
LIGE
You know I don’t drink, pardner.
LETTY
How about something cool and
refreshing instead.
Can’t see a face but his size and shape are right. He turns:
LETTY (CONT’D)
I’m not that thirsty.
SOURDOUGH
Miss Letty, me and Lige was
wonderin’ if we could speak to you.
LETTY
Of course.
SOURDOUGH
Somewhere’s private.
CUT TO:
With her dimpled smile and her cheeks still rosy from dancing
and her hair shining from the glow of a nearby window Letty
makes quite a picture.
SOURDOUGH
You wanna start?
LIGE
This is your plan, pardner.
SOURDOUGH
I... that is, we... Hell, this is
worse than walkin’ barefoot through
a bed o’ cactus.
LETTY
Go on Sourdough, it’s only me.
SOURDOUGH
It’s like this: Bein’ partners Lige
and me don’t do nuthin’ that ain’t
square with each other. And we
figured if I ask you first it
wouldn’t be fair and vice-a-versie.
So I made Lige a proposition: That
we should ask you together so there
wouldn’t be no hard feelin’s.
LETTY
Ask me what?
SOURDOUGH
Heck I thought a girl always know’d
when a man was in love with her.
LETTY
Is this a proposal?
SOURDOUGH
Lige and me, we’re both terrible in
love with you.
LETTY
Do you two always propose as a
duet?
SOURDOUGH
We never proposed before at all.
We wouldn’t now except if we’re
gunna be any use in Spring round-up
we need you to choose and put us
out of our misery.
SOURDOUGH (CONT’D)
As for me I’m proud but poor and
ready to lick a million wildcats to
protect you. Someday I’ll put
diamonds on those soft little
fingers.
(MORE)
49.
SOURDOUGH (CONT’D)
That is, if God ever lets it rain
again. Until then I promise to...
SOURDOUGH (CONT’D)
I promise to... er, I promise to...
SOURDOUGH (CONT’D)
Well, say somethin’ ya dumb
sonuvabitch.
LIGE
We’d sure do our darnedest to make
ya happy.
SOURDOUGH
Exactly. We’d do our darnedest.
LETTY
You expect me to marry both of you?
SOURDOUGH
No, ma’am. I expect you to marry
me.
LIGE
I don’t expect you’ll marry either
one of us.
Up till now this has been a sort of joke to Letty — but there
is so much tenderness in Lige’s voice.
LETTY
I like you both — a lot. Maybe I
even love you a little but not with
the marrying kind of love. Not at
all. I’m sorry.
SOURDOUGH
Rushed ya too much didn’t we?
LETTY
It’s not that, I promise.
SOURDOUGH
Heck, it’s natural for a girl yer
age to be skeered. If ya waited a
spell maybe you’d learn ta like me,
then...
50.
LETTY
But I already like you.
LIGE
Leave it be, pardner.
SOURDOUGH
I’m just tryin’ to make her see how
wrong she is.
LETTY
Any girl would be proud to have you
for a husband and I shall always
cherish the memory of your asking.
SOURDOUGH
Why cherish a memory? Heck, it’ll
be a damn sight pleasanter to have
yer own home instead o’ washin’
Cora’s dishes the rest of yer life.
SOURDOUGH (CONT’D)
Won’tcha at least think about it?
He stands, paws the ground with his boot, searching for the
words, unable to bring his eyes up to meet Letty’s.
LIGE
Some day the right man will ride
in, Miss Letty. It’s what you
deserve. I’ll always wish that
feller could’ve been me.
He shakes her hand — too hard like always — and steps away.
SOURDOUGH
Why sure. Rejectin’ us only shows
you got good sense. But you really
should get married. How ‘bout...
LIGE
Time for us to hit the grit, amigo.
As they walk away Lige keeps his arm wrapped tight around his
partner’s sagging shoulder. Within a few steps Sourdough has
put his arm around Lige.
CORA (O.S.)
What in holy thunder was that
about?
LETTY
Nothing much.
CORA
Nuthin’ much, huh.
CORA (CONT’D)
You mean neither one of them boys
popped the question?
LETTY
Oh, they did.
CORA
And you said, “No thank you.”
LETTY
I’m not ready to think of marrying.
CORA
Well, you best start thinkin’.
CORA (CONT’D)
Ah, that’s easier. Got married in
these shoes. Damn things didn’t fit
any better then than they do now.
CORA (CONT’D)
You don’t like neither of them
boys, fine. Toddle your fanny back
inside and pick yourself out
another one.
LETTY
Dear God, you’re serious, aren’t
you?
CORA
Spring round-up is comin’. These
men won’t have time for tomfoolery
till next Winter and you ain’t
livin’ in my house till then.
LETTY
You’re actually saying I have to
decide this tonight?
CORA
That’s what I’m sayin’.
LETTY
And I don’t have a choice?
CORA
Sure ya got choices. But livin’ in
my house ain’t one o’ them.
LETTY
I don’t understand...
CORA
Can’t see how to make it plainer.
Cora mushes her feet down, squishes sand between her toes.
CORA (CONT’D)
Mmmmm, heavenly.
LETTY
I’m sorry... I can’t... I knew you
didn’t like me, but... Is this
about Alice?
CORA
Alice don’t need you. My little
Nubbin can outrun, outride and out-
think you any day o’ the week.
(MORE)
53.
CORA (CONT'D)
And when the time comes that girl’s
gunna marry whomever she damn well
pleases. Hell, she’s got more guts
in her little pinky than you got
stuffed in that whole damn frilly
dress.
LETTY
So that’s it. No discussion no
argument. You’re throwing me out.
CORA
I’m just doin’ what needs doin’.
Like always.
CORA (CONT’D)
Would ya believe me if I said this
don’t give me no pleasure?
LETTY
No.
For the moment Letty has crowded out all her fears and
replaced them with anger.
LETTY (CONT’D)
What does Bev say about this?
CORA
Go ask him.
CUT TO:
Can’t hear what’s being said above the PARTY NOISE but it’s
obvious Letty is making her plea.
COUSIN BEV
You want my advice?
LETTY
I’m not asking to stay forever,
just till I figure out what to do.
COUSIN BEV
You’re such a child.
LETTY
That’s your answer?
COUSIN BEV
You need help and I have none to
give. Oh, don’t you see? I ain’t
worth a damn any more. It’s Cora
that keeps this family goin’ — so
don’t ask me to set against her.
Letty pushes Cora out of her way — not even noticing it’s her
— and charges back out the door.
CORA
You’re thinkin’ I was too hard on
her. Well, maybe I was. Maybe I’m
always too hard. Reckon that’s just
who I am.
COUSIN BEV
I was thinkin’... COUGH-COUGH...
about a dance just like this — ten
years ago — the night we met.
Bev offers Cora his arm and escorts her onto the dance floor.
CROWD
Oh, give me a home where the
Buffalo roam,
Where the Deer and the Antelope
play...
As they glide across the dance floor Cora and Bev join in the
singing:
CROWD (CONT’D)
... Where seldom is heard a
discouraging word,
And the sky is not cloudy all day.
(O.S.) WHAM!
SOURDOUGH
Twister’s a comin’. A barn-shaker.
Headin’ directly this a-way.
SI POPPLEWELL
No need to panic. Everyone into the
dugout. We’ll be plenty safe in
there.
SOURDOUGH
I’ll open the corral, let the stock
run free. We’ll round ‘em up later.
56.
SI POPPLEWELL
The rest of you follow me.
He spots Cora.
LIGE
Where’s Miss Letty?
CORA
Merciful God. She’s outside.
CORA (CONT’D)
Want any help?
LIGE
I’ll find her. Get Alice into the
dugout.
CORA
Better hurry. The wind don’t wait
for nobody.
CUT TO:
Letty snaps her hand out and — “GOTCHA!” — snags the letter.
Before the wind can make more mischief Letty stuffs it back
inside her bodice.
Good thing because the next GUST nearly knocks Letty over.
Before that gust subsides another slams into her and another
and another.
Letty cranes her neck all the way back and still can’t see
the top of the funnel.
Blindly she pulls herself along the fence — the wind pounding
so hard she can barely stand.
The horse gets to its feet but it’s caught in the wire.
BAM!
58.
Letty can’t see much (and neither can we, thank goodness) —
but the animals’ CRIES — a sickening mixture of fear and
agony — tell the story.
Only now does Letty realize why: The horse is impaled on the
steer’s horn.
Hopeless.
It’s Lige.
Letty is free.
LIGE
STAY DOWN!
BANG! BANG! One shot each to the brain — and within seconds
both horse and steer have convulsed and died.
Best he can Lige pushes Letty into this pit and covers her
with his own body.
The house itself has remained standing but with part of its
face missing it resembles a stroke patient.
Other than a single horn poking up, the dead horse and steer
are completely buried.
BLOOD oozes from the back of his neck — it’s been sand-
blasted raw.
LIGE (CONT’D)
Miss Letty, Miss Letty...
With his big clumsy hand Lige sweeps the hair away.
Letty’s cheeks and forehead are webbed with scratches and her
chin has a small bruise.
60.
SOURDOUGH (O.S.)
LIGE! MISS LETTY! WHERE THE HELL
ARE YA?!
She puts her arms around his middle and digs her fingers into
his back and holds onto him as tight as she can.
FADE TO BLACK:
FADE IN:
30 DAWN 30
As the couple glides down the steps the crowd lets loose a
joyous shower of ROSE PETALS AND RICE.
WIPE TO:
On the wooden bench Letty has left behind her bridal bouquet
— a SMALL NOSEGAY OF HALF-WILTED DESERT MILKWEED.
CUT TO:
CUT TO:
Bev, Cora, and Lige step out from the house. Letty’s valise
is tucked under Lige’s arm.
Bev gives Lige’s free hand a firm shake. From Cora Lige gets
a big hug and a kiss.
CORA
We expect to see ya here again real
soon — both of ya.
CORA (CONT’D)
Alice, come out here. Company is
leavin’. Alice!
CORA (CONT’D)
Well, I never... Alice!
Cora starts for the door but Lige sets his hand on her
shoulder.
LIGE
Please don’t. Reckon she don’t know
what to say any more than I do.
Anyhow, she’ll be over it by the
time we come to see ya again.
CORA
Lige...
Lige turns.
CORA (CONT’D)
Tell your wife... Ask Letty to...
Tell her we’ll come for a visit
real soon.
LIGE
I’ll tell her.
CUT TO:
LIGE
Oh my darlin’, oh my darlin’
Oh my darlin’ Clementine
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine...
She shields the glare from her eyes, searching for what?
CUT TO:
LIGE
Hola, Compadre. ¿Qué tal?
PEDRO
Como siempre.
LIGE
Letty this here is our best hand,
Pedro. Pedro, esto es Señora
Hightower — mi esposa.
PEDRO
Encantado, Señora Hightower.
LETTY
Encantado, Pedro.
CUT TO:
LIGE
This needn’t make a difference, old
scout. Soon as Letty and me get
settled you can move back.
SOURDOUGH
Not on your tintype. If I can’t be
the tablecloth I won’t be a
dishrag. Gunna shack with Pedro
till I get a room built.
LETTY
Build it close so you can come over
for meals.
SOURDOUGH
I dunno. I’m mighty partic’lar
‘bout my vittles.
SOURDOUGH (CONT’D)
Well, what’s for supper tomorrow?
CUT TO:
LIGE
Reckon we should go inside.
Letty swallows.
LETTY
I reckon.
Letty is already up. COFFEE and DOUGH GODS are on the table.
LIGE
Well ain’t you a clever wife.
LIGE (CONT’D)
You ain’t much of a kisser are ya?
LIGE (CONT’D)
You’re right. Best to get on with
the day.
With his free hand he stuffs dough gods in his vest pockets
and shovels one in his mouth. Tough as cowhide.
LETTY
I’ll get better — at all of it.
LIGE
Why sure you will.
LIGE (CONT’D)
Adios.
LETTY
Lige?
LIGE
Yes, honey?
66.
LETTY
Where’s the broom?
CUT TO:
Not making much headway though. Sand blows through the cracks
in the walls almost as fast as Letty can broom it up.
From under the bed Letty pulls out a stack of yellowed paper:
CATALOGS, NEWSPAPERS, DIME NOVELS, what have you.
In a METAL PAN she mixes FLOUR and WATER into a THIN PASTE.
NEWSPAPER headlines:
ADVERTISEMENTS for:
(O.S.) KNOCK-KNOCK.
That’s odd.
(O.S.) KNOCK-KNOCK.
WIRT
This ain’t what I’d call a hearty
welcome.
LETTY
Oh yes... Come in, come in.
His eyes rove over the room taking in every dreary detail.
WIRT
And so you’re married.
Letty nods.
WIRT (CONT’D)
Kinda sudden wasn’t it?
LETTY
Life is kinda sudden. I’ve found
that out lately.
WIRT
How do you like it here?
LETTY
Don’t think you’d be interested.
WIRT
You might be surprised. I could
probably name ever’ fella you
danced with at the Popplewell’s.
LETTY
You weren’t even there.
WIRT
And I wasn’t even there.
LETTY
I need to finish my work.
WIRT
It’s gone.
LETTY
Gone?
WIRT
The pretty pink blush in your
cheeks. And the shine in your
hair...
Letty turns her back to Wirt, dips a NEWSPAPER PAGE into the
floury water.
WIRT (CONT’D)
... The blue in your eyes is all
washed away. Too many tears I
expect.
LETTY
Too much sand and wind.
LETTY (CONT’D)
Why have you come?
WIRT
Wish I knew. Some way-down-deep
devil brought me here, I reckon.
WIRT (CONT’D)
I got angels inside me too — at
least I think I do. Trouble is the
angels mostly keep me thirsting.
They never wet my appetites the way
the devil does. No sir, the angels
got no...
LETTY
... Pity.
WIRT
Miss Letty, do you ever feel like
you’re being punished and you don’t
know why?
LETTY
I best finish up.
Her hands, trembling, lift the soaked paper from the tray.
WIRT
Here, let me do that.
Out of his chair Wirt grabs the paper and holds it against
the wall so Letty can brush it smooth.
LETTY
Lige!
WIRT
I was just helping your wife...
LETTY
No he wasn’t. I mean he just got
here... Maybe you don’t remember,
this is...
WIRT
Wirt Roddy. Pleased to see ya
again, amigo.
Wirt puts out his sticky hand. Lige doesn’t take it.
LIGE
I remember you.
WIRT
Your wife did all this to surprise
you — she’s been tellin’ me bout
it. Honest, I ain’t been here but
five minutes.
LIGE
Not even. That dun mare of yours
ain’t cooled out yet.
Lige drops his tack, slaps the dust from his clothes and
hangs his Stetson up.
LIGE (CONT’D)
Have a seat, Mr. Roddy.
WIRT
Call me Wirt... I can’t stay long.
On my way to town.
All the same Wirt drops into the chair and fills his pipe.
LIGE
How you makin’ out at your ranch?
WIRT
Well, I shipped my herd north
before the worst hit. Had a hunch
there was gunna be a drop in cattle
prices — and I kinder felt this
drought was gunna last longer than
folks thought.
LIGE
You’re a smart man, Mr. Roddy.
WIRT
Wirt, please... Don’t know how you
little ranchers is gunna hold out
if this drought keeps up.
LIGE
We don’t know neither. But we will.
Wirt fixes his pipe in his jaw then grabs up the Navajo
blanket, unrolls it.
WIRT
I brought a present for your bride.
LIGE
That’s kind but I don’t think...
WIRT
Call it a wedding gift. Ya can’t
refuse a wedding gift. It’s bad
luck.
71.
LIGE
Sure don’t need more of that.
WIRT
My first rifle. It’s what I learned
to shoot with.
LETTY
I don’t know how to use a gun.
WIRT
Lige’ll teach ya — won’t ya, Lige.
All the girls out here have rifles.
You ought to have one.
LETTY
I couldn’t bear to kill a rabbit or
an antelope or a bird.
WIRT
There are other things.
LIGE
Rattlesnakes.
WIRT
You already got a place for it.
WIRT (CONT’D)
Like it was made to hang there.
WIRT (CONT’D)
Reckon I should hit the trail.
WIRT (CONT’D)
Adiós compadres.
72.
LIGE
Vaya con Dios, Mr. Roddy.
LETTY
I said I didn’t want it.
WIRT
Don’t reckon there’s any harm done.
Anyhow there’s no reason you need
to learn how to shoot. I can keep
us well enough supplied with game.
LETTY
There’s not much left round here to
shoot anyways.
LIGE
They’ll come back.
Through the window Lige and Letty watch WIRT’S DUST TRAIL.
LIGE (CONT’D)
You’ll see. Everything’ll be
different in a few months — as soon
as it rains.
FADE TO BLACK:
FADE IN:
Younger Letty would’ve fussed with her hair and her dress.
This Letty just keeps moving.
She passes the walls, which are fully papered over. And like
Letty the paper is showing considerable wear.
73.
Papers torn by the wind have been pasted over with newer
pages from an 1887 WINCHESTER ARMS CALENDAR.
CUT TO:
Moments later she returns carrying Wirt’s .22 rifle and the
box of rimfires.
Cradling the gun she pops open the box of ammo. The rifle
slips, bumps the box and scatters BULLETS everywhere.
The breech pops open. Letty loads and stands up. She inches
closer till she’s directly over the creature’s head.
With grit teeth Letty cocks the hammer and points the barrel
between the animal’s horns.
LETTY
O bury me not on the lone prairie.
These words came low and
mournfully...
CUT TO:
LIGE
Me and Sourdough been talkin’ it
over. We aim to round up the
herd...
75.
SOURDOUGH
... Thems that are still fit to
travel...
LIGE
... And drive ‘em to free lands
northeast o’ here. Word is there’s
better grass and more water up by
Devil’s River.
SOURDOUGH
We gotta start thinkin’ smart like
your friend, Mr. Roddy.
LETTY
Why does Wirt Roddy make you so
angry?
SOURDOUGH
Your right, Miss Letty. No sense
bein’ angry at a rattlesnake cuz he
acts like a rattlesnake.
CUT TO:
Atop the low rise of the CORRAL WINDBREAK stands Letty, her
eyes directed toward a CLOUD OF DUST a few miles to the west.
The boys’ WHISTLES and HOLLERS can be heard plainly above the
nervous LOWING of the herd.
CUT TO:
Letty is HAULING WATER. She pauses to mop her brow and check
on the boys’ progress.
Can’t see much — the dust cloud is much thicker — but the
boys are NOISY as ever.
CUT TO:
76.
Off to the west the CURTAIN OF DUST has settled some. The
BOYS’ VOICES are thin and hoarse.
CUT TO:
Letty brings him a cup of cold coffee then helps him off with
his boots.
LIGE
Didn’t get more than half o’ them
together but it’s all we can
manage. Sandstorm is spent.
He sets down the cup, covers his face with both hands.
LIGE (CONT’D)
The cattle’s been so starved
they’re half mad. I gotta stand
night guard so Sourdough can get a
fresh start for Devil’s River at
first light.
LETTY
Oh Lige, let me go with you.
LIGE
That’s silly talk, honey.
LETTY
Please. I’d rather do that than
stay here alone. Let me try it.
LIGE
Don’t take nuthin’ to spook
critters when they’re as jumpy as
this bunch.
77.
LETTY
The wind’s not blowin’. I promise I
won’t be scared.
LIGE
I never told ya but I sure do
admire the spruce-up ya did to this
room. Heck, I’m gettin’ educated
just sittin’ here.
CUT TO:
The cattle are hidden down in a DRAW except for their long
horns which shine like sharpened spears against the dim
silver-gray horizon.
Lige can’t be seen but he’s out there singing a soft LULLABY:
LIGE (V.O.)
As I walked out in the streets of
Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
I spied a poor cowboy, all wrapped
in white linen,
All wrapped in white linen and cold
as the clay.
CUT TO:
Exhausted, Lige drops his saddle into the dirt and mumbles to
Pedro:
78.
LIGE
Your turn, amigo. I’ll spell ya in
two hours.
Lige pours himself some COFFEE, leans his sore back against
his saddle.
LETTY
Odd feeling, being out here on a
Sunday morning, don’t you think?
LIGE
Is it Sunday?
LETTY
Have you ever been to church, Lige?
LIGE
Not since I was fryin’ size.
LETTY
And no hankering to go?
LIGE
Don’t see the need. God’s in church
on Sundays I reckon — to show He
appreciates the trouble folks went
to fix up a place for him. But I
have an idea He gets fidgety if He
stays indoors too long.
LIGE (CONT’D)
When I lie out in the open at night
with nothing between me and the
earth but a blanket and nothing
between me and the sky I feel sorta
chummy with Him. Seems like if I
just stood up on my hind legs I’d
be looking Him right in the eye and
we could sorta talk things over man
to man.
LETTY
What would you say to Him?
LIGE
Nuthin’. I ask Him for sumthin’
once. Promised Him if He gave it to
me I’d never ask for nuthin’ else.
LIGE (CONT’D)
Botherin’ Him now wouldn’t seem...
grateful.
It’s Sourdough.
SOURDOUGH
4:00AM, pardner. Time to light a
shuck.
LIGE
Right. I’ll saddle up, help ya get
the herd movin’.
LIGE (CONT’D)
Douse the fire, honey, and roll up
the blankets.
SOURDOUGH
Howdy, Miss Letty. Didn’t expect to
see you out here.
LETTY
Pleased?
SOURDOUGH
Surprised. Reckon Lige is more
romantic than I thought.
LETTY
Reckon maybe he is.
While Lige saddles up the horses Letty rolls the blankets and
ties them off.
LETTY (CONT’D)
LIGE! LIGE!
LETTY (CONT’D)
What do we do?
LIGE
The fire don’t trouble me, there’s
no fuel out here. It’s them dumb
critters I’m worried about.
LIGE (CONT’D)
I’ll finish here. Get yourself up
on Annie and get the hell out. I
can’t be worrin’ about you if them
cattle bolt. I mean it. Get!
Letty throws herself into the saddle, gigs Annie, takes off.
But just as his foot goes in the stirrup A FRESH GUST OF WIND
stokes what’s left of the fire.
81.
LIGE (CONT’D)
YEE-OOW!!!!
LIGE (CONT’D)
I told ya to get goin’.
LETTY
Hush up.
LETTY (CONT’D)
Hold on.
LETTY (CONT’D)
Try it now.
LETTY (CONT’D)
Turn on to your side.
LETTY (CONT’D)
Grab on.
With his left hand Lige gets a firm grip on Sandstorm’s tail.
No way can Lige get the boot back on — his ankle is too
tender. Angrily he plucks cactus spines out his forearm.
SOURDOUGH
Good God Almighty! You sure done it
to yourself.
SOURDOUGH (CONT’D)
Miss Letty — get him home, get him
patched up. Me and Pedro’ll handle
the herd.
LETTY
You heard the man.
CUT TO:
LETTY
Strip off.
83.
LETTY (CONT’D)
Brace against the chair.
LETTY (CONT’D)
Sorry... Sorry... Sorry...
LIGE
She loves me... she loves me not...
she loves me...
CUT TO:
The LAUNDRY BUCKET has been filled with WARM WATER and set
in the middle of the floor.
Grabbing Letty by the hair Lige pulls her into the water.
Letty’s arms slide around his warm wet chest, her fingers dig
deep into his hard flesh.
Drawing her head back Lige kisses Letty hard on the lips.
84.
LETTY
Where ya goin’?
LIGE
I don’t like the sound o’ things.
Letty listens.
LETTY
I don’t hear anything.
LIGE
Exactly.
CUT TO:
LETTY
What is it?
LIGE
Them carcasses ain’t been touched.
The buzzards and coyotes shoulda
picked ‘em clean by now.
LETTY
What does it mean?
LIGE
Whatever it is I reckon it ain’t
good.
Letty throws her hands over her eyes and lets out a gut-
wrenching CRY.
LIGE (CONT’D)
What is it, honey? You okay?
LETTY
Oh Lige, let’s pack up and move in
to town.
LIGE
Town? What town?
LETTY
Any town. Fort Worth maybe. Right
now. This minute.
LIGE
Maybe you better sit down.
LETTY
I mean it, Lige, we have to go.
LETTY (CONT’D)
We have to talk about this now. If
you don’t want to go, can’t I go
somewhere — just till Spring?
LIGE
By God, you do mean it.
LETTY
Anywhere in the world except here.
LIGE
We got no money. You know that.
LETTY
Couldn’t you borrow enough for a
ticket?
86.
LIGE
Ain’t nobody I know well enough to
be on borrowin’ terms. Leastways
nobody with money to lend.
LETTY
Couldn’t we sell something?
LIGE
What the hell have I got that
anybody’d want to buy.
LETTY
Lige, I’ve got to go. I can’t face
another Winter here.
LIGE
I don’t know what to say. This is
all kinda sudden.
LETTY
It ain’t, Lige, I swear it. This
fear has been gnawin’ at me since
that first moment I got off the
train.
LIGE
What fear?
LETTY
The wind.
LETTY (CONT’D)
Fear of the wind is on me like a
curse. The wind is mocking me, it’s
laughing at me. Even when it ain’t
blowin’ I can hear it.
LETTY (CONT’D)
In the end it will get me.
LIGE
This don’t make no sense.
LETTY
I know. That’s why I can’t stay.
87.
LIGE
You’re just tired, honey. This is
crazy talk.
LETTY
I’m not crazy, Lige, not yet. But I
will be if I don’t get out of here.
That’s God’s honest truth.
LETTY (CONT’D)
Bein’ out here is easier for you.
LIGE
You think so, do you.
LETTY
You can live with just sun and wind
and sand. But I can’t. God help me
but I can’t live without any dreams
inside me.
LIGE
You bein’ in love with me, that’s
just a dream, ain’t it?
LETTY
I didn’t marry you out of love. I
married you out of fear.
LIGE
Reckon I always knew. Don’t make it
any easier to hear.
LETTY
We’re just strangers sleepin’ under
the same blanket, Lige. You can’t
love a stranger.
LIGE
I can. I can love somethin’ right
through without understanding
anythin’ about it.
CUT TO:
88.
LETTY
For God’s sake, Lige, I can’t bear
another moment of this. Please hit
me so I can hate you.
LIGE
I ain’t angry at you. You just
ain’t made for this sorta life.
LIGE (CONT’D)
And maybe the wind ain’t laughin’
at you, neither. Maybe it’s cryin’
— cryin’ cuz it can’t help bein’
itself any more than you can.
Lige snatches his hat off the nail, jerks his saddle up from
the corner and heads to the corral.
CUT TO:
Letty has brought a chair outside. Her eyes, tired and empty,
scan the horizon.
It is Cousin Cora.
CUT TO:
89.
CORA
Ho there.
LETTY
If you’re Lookin’ for Lige he ain’t
here.
CORA
Lige ain’t why I’m come.
LETTY
Where’s Bev?
CUT TO:
CUT TO:
CORA
A hundred times he wanted to leave
— and I wouldn’t let him. Now he’ll
never leave.
CORA (CONT’D)
I got my way. Like always.
LETTY
What now?
Cora shrugs.
90.
CORA
Cattle’s all dead. Nuthin’ left of
our spread except an empty house
and five wooden crosses. And the
wind will turn them to dust soon
enough.
LETTY
Anything I can do for you?
CORA
Come with us into Sweetwater.
LETTY
I can’t do that.
CORA
Course you can. Don’t worry bout
Lige. We’ll leave him a note. He’d
want ya to come. Besides, I don’t
like the look of this weather.
CORA (CONT’D)
You ain’t scared?
LETTY
Yes, I’m scared.
CORA
Time to load up, Alice. We gotta be
movin’ on.
CORA (CONT’D)
Where is that Nubbin? Alice! Alice!
Cora reaches down to lift Alice onto the wagon. Letty stays
Cora’s hand.
91.
LETTY
No, let her do it herself.
Alice and Cora scramble up into the wagon’s seat. Cora unties
the reins from the brake lever, offers Letty a final thought:
CORA
Be careful. Sumthin’ bad is brewin’
out there. I can feel it in my
bones.
CUT TO:
The earth itself has been convulsed by the wind into a great
GROWLING beast.
Letty rushes back inside, SLAMS the door shut, and throws the
bolt — CLANG! — into place.
CUT TO:
92.
Despite the darkness and the dust she can make out a RIDER
dismounting his HORSE.
LETTY
Lige! Lige!
The Rider fights his way in, BOLTS the door behind him.
LETTY (CONT’D)
You.
It is Wirt Roddy.
WIRT
Now what kind of greeting is that?
LETTY
Where’s Lige?
WIRT
What makes you think I know.
LETTY
You’ve seen him.
WIRT
Yeah, I seen him.
93.
LETTY
Why hasn’t he come home?
WIRT
He can’t. He’s drunk.
LETTY
Lige don’t drink.
WIRT
He sure don’t. That’s why he’s
knocked out. He won’t be doin’
nuthin’ for quite a spell.
Wirt brushes off his clothes, strips off his HAT and DUSTER.
WIRT (CONT’D)
He showed up at my place this
afternoon wanting to borrow money
from me. Wouldn’t tell me why. Only
he swore he had to have it. Never
seen a man so riled up. Gave him
some red eye to steady him down.
And boy, did he turn loose on it.
LETTY
Dear God, what have I done.
WIRT
He’ll be all right in a coupla
days.
LETTY
Thanks for comin’ to tell me.
WIRT
That ain’t why I came.
Outside the wind slackens. The house CREAKS back into a more
upright position.
WIRT (CONT’D)
It’s lettin’ up out there. I reckon
the worst is over.
LETTY
If only you’d come to the dance. If
only you’d given me hope — shown me
a way out.
WIRT
I wanted to come.
LETTY
But you kept away. Why? Why?
WIRT
Because you trusted me, Miss Letty.
Girls have trusted me before and
regretted it. I didn’t want it to
be that way with you.
LETTY
Then why’d you come after — when it
was too late?
WIRT
I thought maybe you wouldn’t be so
pretty as when we first met.
LETTY
I’m not.
WIRT
The money Lige wanted, it was for
you, for a ticket back to Virginia,
wasn’t it?
WIRT (CONT’D)
You still want to leave?
The wind is back, PUNCHING the house with its iron fist.
Every floor board GROANS, every nail SCREECHES.
LETTY
He’s still trying to get in.
WIRT
Who is?
LETTY
If I stay he’ll get me. God help
me, but I’ll die if I’m here
another minute.
WIRT
Come with me then. If ya don’t —
like you say, you’ll die or go
loco. And what good would that do
Lige?
LETTY
I can’t run out on him.
WIRT
He’ll get over it. Men do.
LETTY
It’s too late for us. Too late.
WIRT
No it ain’t. We can light out for
the railroad and be long gone
before Lige gets over his drunk. I
got money. Hell, I’m big rich.
LETTY
Is that the sort of woman I am?
WIRT
What sort do you think you are? Ya
don’t love Lige. You never did. Ya
love me. Just cuz you can’t admit
it don’t make it not true.
LETTY
Am I still pretty?
WIRT
Girls like you have a prettiness
that runs deeper than their
complexion. The real you — the girl
that’s filled up with beautiful
dreams — she ain’t been touched.
LETTY
Somebody’s out front.
96.
WIRT
I don’t hear nuthin’.
TOTAL DARKNESS.
LETTY (O.S.)
Who blew out that lamp?
WIRT (O.S.)
Silly girl, it was just the wind.
LETTY (O.S.)
Yes, just the wind, just the wind.
FADE IN:
All is quiet.
Letty sits balled up on the floor next to the stove, her body
shivering.
WHAM!
It’s Lige.
With his eyes still on her, Lige abruptly turns the gun away
from Wirt and shoves the barrel up under his own chin.
LETTY
DEAR GOD!
WIRT (O.S.)
What in hell are you yellin’ about?
WIRT (CONT’D)
Come on, we gotta get movin’.
WIRT (CONT’D)
Ain’t we on speaking terms?
WIRT (CONT’D)
You ain’t throwing the whole blame
on me. I mean, you was willing
weren’t you?
LETTY
I don’t blame you.
WIRT
So what’s the problem?
LETTY
The wind knows the truth.
Wirt LAUGHS.
WIRT
Now I heard everything. Well,
missy, you can blame the wind all
ya want, but I don’t think Lige is
gunna see it that way.
LETTY
I know that.
WIRT
When he gets back, there’s no
tellin’ what he may do. Or are ya
thinkin’ Lige won’t figure out what
happened?
LETTY
He won’t have to. I’ll tell him.
WIRT
He’ll take a shotgun to us both.
LETTY
If we’re lucky.
WIRT
Maybe you feel like dyin’ but I’d
rather not. And I’d rather not stay
here and bushwhack a feller if I
don’t have to.
LETTY
You think I’d let you do that.
WIRT
Better that than have Lige hunt us
down.
WIRT (CONT’D)
Look, I ain’t gunna kill somebody
cuz you ain’t got a brain. And I
ain’t leavin’ you here to get shot.
Now kindly get your duds together
so we can vamoose.
LETTY
I’m all through running away. And
I’m all through being scared.
99.
WIRT
You’re coming with me if I have to
tie ya to my saddle.
From under her dress Letty pulls out the .22 rifle and pokes
it in Wirt’s belly.
WIRT (CONT’D)
You gunna shoot me with my own gun?
WIRT (CONT’D)
Just calm down, would ya.
LETTY
Don’t worry, I’m not angry. You
shoot a rattlesnake because he’s a
rattlesnake not because you’re
angry at him.
WIRT
Look, when we get to Fort Worth
I’ll buy ya a ticket to Virginia.
I’ll give ya the money now.
Wirt reaches inside his jacket but Letty stabs his hand away
with the gun barrel.
LETTY
Virginia isn’t far enough.
WIRT
So I’ve dirtied the whole world for
ya, have I?
LETTY
Don’t give yourself that much
credit. My dirt is my own.
BANG!
WIRT
Goddamit.
WIRT (CONT’D)
Stupid bitch...
Wirt can feel it pouring down his side. He presses his other
hand over the wound.
WIRT (CONT’D)
Sweet Jesus, what’ve ya done to me?
WIRT (CONT’D)
Sweet Jesus...
WIRT (CONT’D)
I love you.
Wirt exhales long and slow. His eyes fog over with a light
film. One hand, his right, twitches then is still.
Her eyes drift back to Wirt. Only now it’s not his body she
sees —
Dipping her index finger in the blood Letty writes across the
floor: L-E-T-T-Y.
LETTY
... In a narrow grave just six by
three,
O bury me not on the lone prairie.
CUT TO:
Letty backs her way out dragging Wirt’s body feet first.
Determination soon picks her back up. After a deep breath she
resets her grip on Wirt’s legs and pulls hard. Through
gritted teeth she mutters in mock-Cora voice:
LETTY
One more step, Nubbin. If you’re
walkin’ through Hell best thing to
do is keep walkin’.
Like a huge serpent Wirt’s body draws a path across the sand
— inch by inch — till it reaches the windbreak fence.
Letty drops Wirt’s legs and stumbles back into the house.
She tosses the shovel aside, drops to her knees and burrows
with both hands.
Imagine: The wind, her mortal enemy, is now her ally. The
thought makes Letty CACKLE with mad delight.
And what an ally he is. Over the next minute Wirt’s body
disappears completely — as if by magic — swallowed up by the
earth like it never existed.
THUNDER BELLOWS.
Can it be real? She licks her lips. It’s water all right.
The dry prairie around her is speckling all over with drops.
Letty opens her mouth so she can taste every blessed drop.
Dizzy with glee Letty flops onto the mud. Only then does she
realize:
103.
She covers her ears and SCREAMS. She SCREAMS as loud as she
can. But it’s not loud enough.
She can shut out Wirt’s LAUGHTER but not the LAUGHTER of the
wind.
FADE TO BLACK:
(O.S.) BIRDSONG
FADE IN:
62 DAWN 62
She sniffs the clear air and paws the ground — almost as an
invitation.
104.
LETTY (V.O.)
Among the wild horses of the plains
there would be one mare, fleet and
strong and cunning, that could
never be trapped by man, that
never felt the snap of the whip or
the sting of the spur — a lead mare
that raced over the prairies at
will, uncaptured and uncapturable.
A being forever free.
Letty vaults onto the mare’s back, whispers in her ear. The
mare nods as if in agreement.
LETTY (V.O.)
She has fled to other prairies,
vast and fenceless, where man has
not intruded.
The two move as one, horse and rider outrunning the wind.
Letty breathes deep the pure air. Never before has she looked
so at peace.
LETTY (V.O.)
And now she is known only in
legend.
They are far away, too far away to be heard. But listen close
and perhaps you’ll hear Letty’s voice whispering a soft
secret.
FADE TO BLACK.
THE END.