American Outlaws Page #3

EXT. FORTIFICATIONS

Frank, the Younger brothers, Comanche Tom and the Captain

are all still there. Captain Malcolm peers through the wall.

CAPTAIN MALCOLM:

They're getting closer.

Jesse arrives, slaps Cole's shoulder. Cole grins grimly.

COLE:

'Bout time you got here, buddy.

JESSE:

What's going on?

FRANK:

Every time I put my head up to hit

that Gatling, they try to shoot it

off.

JESSE:

So we got a plan?

BOB:

My plan of lying here pissing

myself seems to be working mighty

fine, thank you.

FRANK:

I can hit those boys from here. We

just need a distraction.

JESSE:

(smiling)

A distraction? Well, why the hell

didn't you just say so?

Jesse sprints back into the woods. Cole, Bob, and Frank

exchange looks.

BOB:

He's smiling.

COLE:

Never a good thing.

FRANK:

This ought to be interesting.

ANOTHER ROAR from the Gatling pushes their heads down, but

as that sound fades, another blends in, growing louder and

louder, the SOUND OF HOOFBEATS

ANGLE ON:

The men at the fortification, turning to face the woods,

their faces stunned as JESSE JAMES ON HORSEBACK AT FULL

GALLOP EXPLODES from the woods, heading straight at his own

men and at the last second LEAPS OVER THE BARRIER, and as he

does Jesse leans back in the saddle to let the wind strip

off his longrider coat, revealing for the first time his

GUNS -- two Colts at the hip, a crossed bandolier on his

chest with two cross-holstered Colts at the shoulders, and

two Colts in the small of his back.

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