JACK (V.O) In a place like this, you've got to be ready to defend yourself.
EXT. OPEN PLAINS - DAY
Jack walks into a dimly lit saloon, the sound of poker chips and whiskey glasses filling the air. He approaches the bar.
A tense standoff ensues, with Jack standing his ground. Westbound Script
JACK Whiskey. Neat.
EXT. SALOON - NIGHT
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JACK (looking around the room) Just passing through.
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Jack steps outside, a confrontation brewing. The men from the saloon follow him out. JACK (V
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FADE TO BLACK.
INT. SALOON - NIGHT
The bartender, a grizzled old man, looks him up and down before pouring a shot.
A lone figure, JACK (30s), rides a horse across the open plains. The wind blows through his hair as he gazes out at the horizon.