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.
MAL
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.
EMMETT
Where were you?
MAL
Chicago. Working in the slaughterhouses.
JAKE
Chicago! You been to Chicago? Was it wonderful?
MAL
(remembering)
No.
Paden walks into the light of the fire and pours himself a cup of coffee.
EMMETT
Where you been?
PADEN
(caught, vamps)
Oh, I was just checking the, ah…
(gestures vaguely
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.