damn it! We won’t quit! You bastards!
INT. SUPPLY ROOM – MIDNIGHT STAR – NIGHT
Stella works at the spigots of some large kegs, filling empty bottles with a portion of whiskey, diluting them with water,
and corking them. Paden comes in and watches her. She hands him a bottle to cork and starts the process again as he shakes it.
Is this a fair mix?
I’m saving lives here. The straight stuff would raise a blood blister on boot leather.
I meant, seemed like a lot of whiskey.
They share a smile. Paden takes down a fancier bottle from a shelf, examining the label.
That’s the good stuff.
Oh, yeah? How good?
She understands him and produces two glasses with a grin.
(pouring the drinks)
Here’s to the good stuff.
Stella lifts her glass, sealing the bond.
May it last a long time.
Before they can drink, the Bartender bursts in.
You better get out here.
INT. SALOON – MIDNIGHT STAR – NIGHT
The room is crowded but silent, frozen. Near the middle of the bar the sexy, young, saloon girl, PHOEBE, stands
frightened between Jake and Tyree, the mean fellow we saw released at Chimayo — now a deputy for Sheriff Cobb. The
two men appear about to draw.
Nothing happened, Tyree. This is my job.