where the deer and the antelope play

I'll be writing new scenes periodically and adding to it! scene 3 added

Scene

*On an old ranch, a cattle fence is running through a pasture, two men are leaning up against it, facing toward the audience, as if they are being observed from a distance*

Cowboy- Well, they're back again.

Old Cowboy- Yep, It would seem they are. 

Cowboy- What's it been, 15 years?

Old cowboy- 16 as of last week, I know because that's when my goat and son were born, same day.

Cowboy- well they stayed for a year and a week last time, how long you reckon they'll be lingering this time?

Old cowboy- Well, I am no prophet. I leave that for the Almighty, even if i could foretell whats coming, I'm not inclined to say that I would want to, nor would I want to carry the load of seeing such a thing through. It  would too soon tear a man like me apart. I thank the Lord he made me a simple man with a simple purpose. However, I would be obliged to guess as the simple character I am that there would be no good grievance against the presumption that they will stay here exactly as  long as they did last time. One year, and one week. Although, there would of be an equal lack of quality and quantity of evidence to qualm that they couldn't reasonably stay for any amount of time less, or more for that matter.

Cowboy- Time seemed to stand still last time there were here anyhow.

Old cowboy- It surly did

Scene 2

A young girl in a night gown opens her front door with a candle lantern, she see's the front porch is already lit, sits down and stares at it. Her Father enters the scene and see's her.

Father- Emily what are you awake for at this hour? You should get on back to bed.

Emily- I was dreaming of butterfly's, I woke up and missed them, so I came out here to find you. Then I saw these night time butterfly's by the light.

Father- You know their wings are made of faerie dust.

Emily- I thought that faerie dust only came from faeries.

Father- Thats what they want you to think, but faerie dust is everywhere. It comes down when the stars die, , Its in the morning dew, its underneath toadstools, and its in your eyes when you wake up in the morning. 

Emily giggles

Emily - That nightfly is getting too close to the candle, he'll burn himself!

Father- Its a possibility.

Emily- Well why would he do something so dangerous? Doesn't he know he'll get burned?

Father- It seems to me, just by watching him, that that flame is the most important thing that moth has ever seen. My stomach tells me that he has been drifting around his whole life trying to find something, with no idea of what it is, and now he's found it. He's come so far, and now he needs to understand it. They live much shorter lives than we do. There's nothing else in this life that could ever be that important again, and now he needs to understand, or die trying.

Emily-  He probably gets awfully cold at night too.

Off in the distance of the rolling hills along the long cattle fences, the boy scales the architecture of his ancestors.  He is the wind and the golden rods, he feels the set wood and cold nails, the calloused hands and ghost of the hot sun melted into metal and blood. He flies over his sheep herd to check on them, he fuses with them all and they sense him presence but feel no agitation, he passes over to see his goat. They are same age, and tomorrow is their birthday.

When the summer seemed to set in, the locusts began to arrive. Peter was standing up on the hill over his flock. The air was dry and the grass around him hard, besides the patch he had softened under his body. His hair was curly and dirty with debris of hay and small leaves. He laid down by his goat celebrating their birthday together. "The locusts shouldn't be too bad this year" he thought to himself. He took great confidence in this claim, with no evidence and no seeming sense of faith, of the normal kind going around the towns. It seemed as though he were to be telling the universe that his will is stronger than its.

"The smells are changing", he said to his goat. "They always change on our birthday." He knew his friend understood him. He picked a piece of straw and put it in his mouth and began sucking. His goat began chewing some grass-stuff around him. He had a sudden shudder through him, and thought of the wolf he saw around this time a few years ago. He quickly looked up to the sky to see some birds sailing above him. He gave them the thought and they took it far away. He felt but one shudder that day. 

Scene 3

*Stage lights to a stable, with a horse and a goat standing near Peter who is sleeping on a bed of hay, a man in a black hat and poncho passes by and sits down on a chair outside of the stable and lights his tobacco pipe*

Hat Man- Tell me boy, is it sweet pines that seduce you to dream? 

*Peter remains sleeping*

Hat man- Or maybe its the docile breeze that can only carry scents to you that are familiar, keeping you never quite scared as you should be. You never know when a stranger or a wolf could just walk by, and steal a page out of your story. 

*The man walk around the boy towards the horse, and begins to untie him from the post*

Hat Man- I doubt they'll even whip you for this

*Peter jumps up while the mans back is turned, pulls a knife from his side and brings it to the mans neck* 

Peter- I was dreaming of a wolf, he was approaching my home and wanted to kill my dog. I shot him and felt only one shudder.

*The man in the hat smiled* 

"I thought the great god Pan was dead."

Peter- Its my birthday

The trail opened up to the forest, and she followed the butterfly's. Her mouth opened to call out to them to wait, but instead of sound it was but more butterfly's. The louder and longer she tried to sound, the denser the flood of colored wings would come. The pattern of colors became more and more intricate, and seemed to be telling a story. She followed them down to the belly of the trail where they stopped and she sat, not knowing whether it was her own words that led her here, but not minding either way. She cleared her throat and began to sing, the butterfly's danced around her body as a gift from heaven, a gift from within.