Monday, October 2, 2023

Movie Idea: Yon Fraught Trail.

Stonehard Calhoun.

Cowpoke.

Pistolero.

Deputized US Marshall.

Rumored to be a US Senator.

He laid up, in a chasm out in the wastes, an optical illusion that protected him and his horse, so as his horse could forage on native grasses, and he could drink his bottle till he fell asleep, Deputy Calhoun.

"Iffen you don't give me the deed to your ranch, I'm gonna tie ya to the railroad tracks."

But he was already doing his thing, sniffing around, how a lawman works like the devil sometimes, exploiting weaknesses.  He gathered the hoosecow bunch, made them stand next to their bunks, and he called two out.

Local constabulary was mystified.

But he had already went to work: that devil mojo of the elected pistolero, the card sharp, the breaker of hearts, the cutty sark, the sweet never sour with the hard smile on sun-barked cheeks(both sets).

He depended on them working against one another, the one's left with their thumbs in their butts, standing beside the bunks, to begin to conspire and form an impression of what they thought.

Now they commenced to a'thinkin'.

That them two boys were rolling on everybody, giving the jig up right proper, with the heat put on them.

What they thought, chess-wise, a "move", their perception of one, whether their was a move or not, gave them a worry: a need for a counter move.

"Where a'be the widder!?! You show me yuh money and tell."

He moved them, but not the two, but instead the other fools that thought the two were talking to the Marshall.  

And in turn, they moved on one another, their criminal Machiavellian thoughts to do first and worst, their thoughts to get over, and they stepped on two pidgeons that sat in the lobby with a Coca-Cola, while the other desperadoes thought they were confessing, with Calhoun and Jim Duty not even talking to the two, just letting them set there and have a soda, and suitably, the jig was sooner up, not off of paperwork, but Calhoun manipulating them boys, setting them to thinking, "a ruse", and Governor Pataki and the Supreme Court had ruled in favor of false ruses played on the suspect.

And in that, they bit down hard.

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