Westbound Script Page

The bartender, a grizzled old man, looks him up and down before pouring a shot.

JACK (looking around the room) Just passing through.

JACK Whiskey. Neat.

JACK (V.O) In a place like this, you've got to be ready to defend yourself.

INT. SALOON - NIGHT

JACK (V.O) I've been riding for days, searching for a new start. Leaving the past behind.

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Jack walks into a dimly lit saloon, the sound of poker chips and whiskey glasses filling the air. He approaches the bar.