EXT. WAGON TRAIN CAMP – NIGHT
Mal, Emmett, and Jake lounge about a campfire within the quiet circle of wagons. Emmett is whittling a whistle pipe
out of a stick.
They’ve got a little place south of Silverado. I guess they’ve done okay. Good enough anyway so that
when my mama wrote me last time, she said they needed my help to work the place. That was almost nine months
ago she wrote. Letter took a while to find me, but when it did, it was just the right time.
Where were you?
Chicago. Working in the slaughterhouses.
Chicago! You been to Chicago? Was it wonderful?
Paden walks into the light of the fire and pours himself a cup of coffee.
Where you been?
Oh, I was just checking the, ah…
over his shoulder)
…you know, lookin’ in.
He concentrates on his coffee and moves away from the light. Mal, Emmett, and Jake exchange amused, knowing looks.