Thirteen… bad luck.
EXT. RESTAURANT/SIDEWALK – DAY
Emmett and Paden come out of a restaurant. Paden is now bathed and fully dressed for the first time and he looks quite different, better. The old gun he purchased is stuck in his belt. Three horses — Emmett’s, the pinto, Paden’s bay —
are tied to the post in the street.
Paden is fussing with his new, cheap hat. Emmett takes a close look at Paden’s bay.
I see what you like, she’s mighty pretty.
And bridle-wise, too. She’s the only thing I lost I really cared about. (he messes with his hat, disgruntled) ‘Cept for maybe my hat. It’s a great one. Got a pretty silver band on it. My head spent three years training it.
(frowns at his new hat)
I surely do miss that hat.
Emmett gives him an amused look; this sounds kind of familiar. Emmett unties his two horses.
I gotta be going.
Going to Turley, was it?
Gotta meet a guy and head out for Silverado.
Paden takes the excess reins of the bay and begins idly slapping them around the post, distracted. Emmett swings up
to his horse.
What’s Turley like?
(he doesn’t make distinctions)
It’s a town…