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Dying. Foaming at the mouth like the mangy dog he was. Lifts his arm to grasp mine... and says.. “Bass Reeves... you are a brave man. I want you to except my revolver as a present. For with it I have killed eleven Negro men, and I expected you to make the twelfth.”
BASS
Buried his body - took his boot and his belt as proof that
he was dead. I guess all that carry’n on he did was a sign of respect. A white - former overseer with his last dying breath - showed respect for a Negro who had brought him to his demise.
GRANT Did you take the gun?
BASS
Did I take the Gun? What kinda question is that. If I was to
take that gun it would be like me telling him to rot in hell for all the Negros he done killed. Taking that gun would mean I dont care about a man dying even though he was a piece of shit. TAKING THAT GUN would remind me to use it when I come across scum like him. Humpf. Asking me if I took the gun. This is your first ride with me - I’m trying to teach you right.
GRANT
I’m sorry.
BASS Now toss me Jim Webb Gun.
(GRANT leans over tossing a PISTOL to BASS who PUTS it in his HOLSTER then walks away. GRANT smiles. He leans down picking up the LANTERN. He blows it out as LIGHT BUMP TO BLACK. MUSIC.
BACKGROUND SYC lights up to a gloomy day full of CLOUDS moving changing colors. Something is coming. MUSIC ENDS. LIGHT RISES on a grimy SALOON. A SIGN hangs over the SWINGING DOORS that reads SALOON - WET WHISTLE. A STAIRWELL leads to the top level walkway to another room where the house ladies reside. A BAR stocked with BOTTLES of LIQUOR sits SL. Two ROUND TABLES with two CHAIRS rests opposites sides of the stage.
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