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Film Scripts by Tim O'Flaherty  and Tess O'Flaherty
Parker Trails
Who told you to follow me, and why?

I was told by Curly to follow you, since there could be varmints about.

I think I can take care of myself, thank you very much.  Now please do me a favor and return to the
ranch house.

Julie raises her right hand and points back the way that they have come.

Sorry, I can’t just ride off.  I have orders from my boss.

I order you to ride back to the ranch house.

It’s no use ma’am.  I only take orders from Curly. He’s my boss.

Julie, exasperated, throws up her arms and tries to explain again to him.

But I’m Curly’s boss, so you have to do whatever I say.  All the other hands have to do what I say.

I’m sorry, Ms. Moore, but I’m not one of the other hands.  I was hired to take orders from Mr. Moore, or
the foreman, who happens to be Curly.


There’ll be no gunplay here.  Y’all,

Both Luke and Slim slowly unbuckle their gun belts as they stare at one another, and then hang them
on the fence.  Luke ducks  through the corral bars, and straightens, as he rolls up his sleeves.

Well puncher!   I gave you a chance, to
clear out.  Now I’m gonna pound you
to a pulp before I turn you over to the

With that, Slim comes at Luke and throws a punch at Luke’s head, but Luke sidesteps the punch, and
brings his right fist into the belly of Slim.  Slim lets out a painful breath and whirls around still doubled
over.  Slowly straightening up, and rubbing his stomach, he starts circling around Luke, now with an
ugly sneer on his face.  As Luke slowly rubs the knuckles of his hand, he circles around the now
dodging Slim.  The commotion has attracted several of the other hands, who now form a wide circle
around the two fighters.

Come on Slim, pound his face in!  



ZAK BOYER is riding on a horse in the lead of six other horsemen.  LEM, JAKE, NEELY, ROY and
SLIM are all riding with Zak towards the Moore’s Ranch.  Coming up to the ranch yard, with their guns
drawn, they surround and disarm some of the cowhands in the yard. But one hand, SHORTY, runs
into the main house yelling.


Zak, wheeling his horse, yells to some of his men to follow him to the main house.

Charge the house, men.  Don’t let them get barricaded in.

Riding from the barn towards the house they suddenly stop in their tracks, when a shotgun blast
shoots up dust right in front of Zak’s horse that is in the lead.  Zak and his men turn around fast and
spread out, dismounting to hide behind anything that offers protection in the yard.  Zak yells to the

Throw down your guns and come out peaceful like, and everybody will be just fine.

Curly’s voice comes from the house.

Zak, we know its you out there, and there’s surely no way in hell we’re gonna come out.


...Ducking down low, Luke advances up to near where Gus is waiting.  Palming his gun, he waits until
Gus is glancing back behind him, then Luke sprints out from where he has been crouching and
quickly advances to a couple of yards a way from Gus.  Gus, hearing something, swings his head
back around fast with a grin still on his face.  The grin drops into a look of wonder at seeing Luke
standing not too far away in front of him.  His hand freezes on his gun butt as Luke’s gun covers him.  
Gus, starting to sneer again, quickly turns his head and yells at Zak.


Right then, there’s a gunshot from the alley, and Luke, jumping to the side, notices Pat Moore,
crumble to the ground and Zak, gun smoking, whirling around to face him.
Swinging his gun to cover Zak, Luke sees a flash, and thumbing the hammer on his gun several times,
he feels himself falling to the ground.  Luke catches himself with his left hand on the ground and he
quickly thumbs the hammer at Zak.  Zak is still shooting as he topples face forward into the dirt to lie
still. Luke swings his gaze back around as he hears a commotion of horses coming up behind, and his
eyes catch Gus, swinging his gun up at Luke and pulling the hammer back.   Luke tilts his gun a little,
thumbs the trigger back, then feels the hammer land on an empty cartridge.  ...


Me stubborn!  You’re the one being so
stubborn and thick headed.  Why do you want to bother me so?

I don’t want to bother you at all ma’am.  I don’t want to be here, as much as you don’t want me here

Well, that’s a surprise.  Just leave since you don’t like me so much.

Like or dislike has nothing to do with it. I am just following or...

I know, orders given to you by Curly.  
Well this ride is ruined now, thanks to you. I’m returning to the ranch, the faster I can be rid of you.

Exasperated, Luke replies to her somewhat under his breath.

The feeling is mutual, ma’am.

And, the sooner I get back, the sooner I can get you fired for being such a lout, and ignoring my

With that Julie spurs her horse ahead a little and tries to keep that distance all the way back to the

Curly!!  It’s about damn time you showed back
up!!  Where in hell have you been?  I thought
you had finally lost your head and run out on
me, and left us for those gold fields.

That’s not me boss.  You know that!  

Curly, hat in hand, sees a chair nearby and slowly and gingerly settles down into it, rubbing his right
leg.  Pat Moore settles back down into his chair, and taking out a pipe, adds tobacco to it and then
lights up.  He puffs out smoke.  

 Well you are a sight for sore eyes.  

Somebody didn’t like me following them and took a shot at me.  Got both me and my horse.  I’ve been
laid up for a bit, and couldn’t get word back to you, until now.

Somebody shot you, you say?

Yep!  Took a slug in the leg.  Killed my horse too, which pinned me under it.

You know who did it?

No-- but I aim to find out!  How’s things goin’ around here?


Again, his wife’s arguments silenced Sir Charles on the subject.  When Mr. Farling and his wife,
however came to visit, Sir Charles compunction began anew.  Mr. Farling was a vicar as you might
meet in any small village –conscientious, studious, and given to not a few airs.   His wife, Mrs. Farling,
was of a slightly more unique character –the town gossip endowed with a feeling of duty to preserve a
dignified stand in society as the vicar’s wife.  She and Lady Dorham were invaluable to each other,
one as the supplier of news, the other as a willing ear to listen.  Upon this particular call, Mr. Farling
happened to remark upon his most current theme of choice: to whit,

“the increasing need of aid among the less fortunate families among us.”

Sir Charles took such a comment as a direct hint.  Not wishing anyone to think him without those
virtues of generosity, good-will, and judicious execution of duty, which were his own, Sir Charles
promptly sat down and wrote to his brother-in-law, asking to adopt the eldest daughter of the family,
and promising aid to the eldest boy in whatever profession he should choose.  In fear of his wife’s
displeasure, he offered this explanation when he presented his actions:

“In asking for a girl, you see,  I lessen the load.  She may share Phillipia and Lucy’s governess instead
of requiring higher schooling like Thomas.  She will not wish to keep horses nor entertain nor require
those expensive amusements which a boy would.  And nor will she expect money upon my death.”

Lady Dorham was almost shocked into silence.  It was the first time Sir Charles had ever acted against
her pleasure,  and gave a cry worthy of expressing her sentiments.

“ I am shocked!  Indeed, shocked, Sir Charles, that you would wish to raise an inferior child right along
with your own lovely children!  How could you be so cruel to them, to say nothing of myself?”

Sir Charles, into whom his Lady Charles knew full well how to instill misgiving, began doubtfully,

“Of course, if it would make you feel any better, I shall plan to keep the child down.  She shall not be
Phillipia or Lucy’s equal.  She shall be allowed into our family circle, but only as a mark of
condensation on our parts.  She shall really hardly expect more, indeed!  And she shall have the east
attic room.”

“That is only to be expected, of course.  Well, it is done, and I shall have to be content.  I’m sure the
dear Mr. and Mrs. Farling will be pleased.”


Lady Dorham’s brother, Mr. Lawrence, and his wife, were indeed very reluctant to let Sir Charles take
in their eldest daughter.

“ Maria is our daughter, and we must see to her bringing up.  I know not how my brother-in-law’s
house is run, nor what the place is even like,”

said Mr. Lawrence to his wife.

“ And yet I like this gesture of his – what possible gain can he come by it?  Maria is far superior in
understanding than most children her age.  I do not think that she will find herself in any situations
which she will feel incapable of handling at our brother-in-law’s.  This may be a blessing, and we are
too easily suspicious.”

“That it may always be so,”
Felicity & Forebearance
120+  pgs.
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