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.
JACK (V.O) I've been riding for days, searching for a new start. Leaving the past behind.
Jack walks into a dimly lit saloon, the sound of poker chips and whiskey glasses filling the air. He approaches the bar. Westbound Script
EXT. SALOON - NIGHT
JACK (looking around the room) Just passing through. A lone figure, JACK (30s), rides a horse
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As Jack sips his whiskey, a group of rough-looking men eye him from across the room. A lone figure
The bartender, a grizzled old man, looks him up and down before pouring a shot.