Paden’s hand slaps his side, where his gun should be. He grimaces and looks around desperately, then hurries into the
store.
INT. STORE – DAY
The lone CLERK is showing a woman customer a bolt of cloth at the back of the store. Paden hurries in and makes a bee-line to the display case holding handguns and ammo. He spots something he likes and taps the glass impatiently. The Clerk reacts with distaste to Paden’s appearance.
PADEN
Excuse me, there —
CLERK
I’ll be with you in a moment, sir.
Paden looks out the front window, up the street. The Cowboy is untying the bay’s reins.
Paden, more agitated now, glances back at the Clerk, then moves around and opens the back of the display case. He
extracts a shiny, new Colt .45. The Clerk reacts with alarm and moves toward Paden.
CLERK
Just a minute there, fella. When I’m done with this lady —
PADEN
I’ll take this one.
He drops his coin on the case top.
CLERK
(Points the pair of scissors at Paden’s chest)
(looking at coin)
That one’s twenty dollars.
Paden is frustrated. He leans to peer out the window again.
PADEN
How much to borrow it?
CLERK
These guns are for sale.
PADEN
(indicates his coin)
What can I get for that?
The Clerk gives up on putting him off and comes around the display case, disgruntled.
EXT. IN FRONT OF SALOON – DAY
The Cowboy mounts the bay.
INT. STORE – DAY
Paden holds a broken-down memory of a gun as though it were a cow chip.
EXT. STREET – DAY
Paden hurries out into the middle of the street. Several passersby stop to look at him.