Emmett lifts Paden’s head and puts the canteen to his lips. Paden’s eyes struggle to open in the glare. He takes a few
sips of the water. His lips crack with a slight smile at the taste. He looks up at Emmett, takes another sip, and tries
to speak. Emmett must lean down to hear his raspy whisper as he tries again.
Pleased to meet you.
EXT. NIGHT CAMP – DESERT – NIGHT
The terrain here is more hospitable. Paden, wrapped snugly in a blanket, lies with his head against the saddle from the
pinto. Emmett is preparing his bedroll across the fire.
Two of the horses ran off, but that pinto you’re riding hung around.
You got no idea what they were after?
Emmett shakes his head “no”.
Offend anybody lately?
Not for five years.
I’ve never been in there. They just jumped you out of the blue?
I had to get up anyway.