Even Cowgirls Get The Blues Page #22

RADIO NEWS REPORT

The American Civil Liberties Union

has requested an extension for the

Rubber Rose Ranch. The government is

aware of the inflamed situation and

are afraid that all the marshals and

agents might be too willing to uncork

the bottle of blood...

SISSY RIDES INTO CAMP on the back of Kym's horse the way

that John Wayne would have ridden into the Alamo; Heather,

Bonanza Jellybean, Debbie, Elaine and Linda dance up to meet

her.

Before Sissy is completely on the ground, Jelly's tongue is

in her mouth. She stumbles out of a stirrup into a wiggly

embrace.

JELLY:

Let's celebrate!

Debbie stokes up a big joint right now, as Jelly gets out

her six guns and fires them in the air. Heather twirls and

jumps through her rope.

The "Unsung Hero Returns Polka" strikes up on the radio.

Elaine rears up on her horse.

EXT. HILLSIDE DAY

FROM AFAR, AN FBI AGENT views the little going on.

AGENT:

Ain't that just like women.

But as the Agent is saying this, viewing them from the ridge,

a large rock tumbles down the hill and grazes his head,

knocking him out.

VIEW of the side of the ridge from where the rock came, but

there is strangely nothing where we expect to see the Chink.

BELOW:
The cowgirls.

JELLY:

Looks like every time we get together

things are in a mess.

SISSY:

So be it. It looks serious this time,

though. All these guns... are you

actually prepared to kill and die

for whooping cranes?

JELLY:

Hell no, the cranes are wonderful,

okay, but I'm not in this for whooping

cranes. I'm in it for cowgirls. If

we cowgirls give in to authority on

this crane issue, then cowgirls become

just another compromise. I want a

finer fate than that -- for me and

for every other cowgirl. Better no

cowgirls at all than cowgirls

compromised.

SISSY:

How did this business get started,

anyhow? Why are the birds nesting

here?

DEBBIE:

You were aware that we were feeding

them, weren't you? We fed them brown

rice and they stayed over a couple

of extra days. Then we decided to

try something different. We mixed

our brown rice with fishmeal --

whoopers love seafood, and fishmeal

is cheap. Then Delores suggested

another ingredient, and we think

that's what did the trick.

SISSY:

You mean...

DEBBIE AND JELLY TOGETHER

PEYOTE!

SISSY:

They're drugged.

JELLY:

Aw, come off it, Sissy. What do you

mean, 'drugged'? Every living thing

is a chemical composition and anything

that is added to it changes that

composition. When you eat a

cheeseburger or a Three Musketeers

bar, it changes your body chemistry.

The kind of food you eat, the kind

of air you breathe, can change your

mental state. Does that mean you're

'drugged'?

Sissy frames the flock with the hole in the center of her

cheese sandwich.

SISSY:

No, I guess not.

JELLY:

'Drugged' is a stupid word.

SISSY:

But the peyote is obviously affecting

their brains. It's made them break a

migratory pattern that goes back

thousands of years.

DEBBIE:

The way I see it, is that the peyote

mellowed them out. Made them less

uptight. They were afraid of bad

weather and humans. That's why they

migrated and kept to themselves. But

the peyote has enlightened them.

It's taught them there is nothing to

fear but fear itself. Now they're

digging life and letting the bad

vibes slide on. Don't worry, be happy.

Be here now.

SISSY:

Fear in wild animals is completely

different from paranoia in people.

In the wilderness ecosystem, fear is

natural and necessary. It's merely a

mechanism for maintaining life. If

the cranes hadn't had a capacity for

fear, they would have disappeared

long ago and you'd be having to get

loaded with common old everyday

meadowlarks and mallards.

JELLY:

This here discussion is destined to

become academic. Because we've got

less than half a bag of peyote buttons

left and Delores's run ended up in

the Mottburg jail. So any day now

we'll get a chance to see how the

whoopers behave when they come down,

to see if the peyote experience really

changed them or not. But in the

meantime, I want to say this about

fear.....

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