What you gonna do in town?
I’m gonna tell Hollander to make
this right. I’m gonna tell him he
needs to pay for a new barn.
Maybe we should just shoot him,
like Will says.
Alice meets eyes with Dan who grabs HIS SPENCER RIFLE and
brushes past William on his way to the door.
....Let’s go. We got cattle to get.
BEN WADE (38)
--atop a magnificent BLACK MARE, staring at something. Ben
has a ruggedly handsome face, but what strikes you first is
his focus. He’s very still, eyes on fire, low to the horse.
The horse inches forward. Hooves hardly make a sound.
REVERSE TO REVEAL-- A RED-TAILED HAWK, perched only fifteen
feet away on the limb of a dead tree.
EXT. BOULDER CLUSTER, DESERT VALLEY-- CONTINUOUS
ANGLE ON-- WADE makes a low ‘s’ sound and his horse halts.
Wade sketches the bird on A SMALL LEDGER PAD with a PENCIL,
capturing its form with quick gestures. Suddenly: A noise.
The hawk FLIES OFF. Wade watches it shrink into the sky.
A darkness fills his eyes.
PULL BACK TO REVEAL: CHARLIE PRINCE (31), a pale eyed outlaw,
coming up behind Wade. A PAIR OF SCHOFIELDS on his legs.
...he stops his horse respectfully, a few yards back.
CHARLIE PRINCE (CONT'D)
Coach is headed for Bisbee, Boss.
Girded with iron. Pinks on top.
Double shotguns and a Gatlin-
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Charlie trails off as Wade rides to the tree, tears his
SKETCH and pins it to a BRANCH where the hawk had been
perched. His eyes flick to-
A DISTANT STAGECOACH, a speck in the valley, kicking dust.
Wade turns his horse and trots past Charlie...
Charlie Prince glances at the drawing. HOLD ON: THE SKETCH
FLUTTERING IN THE BREEZE as Prince follows down the hill.