INT. SHACK - DAY
Darkness. Quiet. The CAMERA MOVES through the gloom of the
small, dirty, wooden hut, past a broken table, over a well-
worn saddle lying on the floor. Now, a pair of boots standing
empty by the rotting remains of a rough-hewn bunk, up to a
holstered gun hung on the corner of the bed. The still shape
of a man, a bedroll his only protection from the splintery
planks. This is EMMETT, fast asleep.
The door of the shack bursts inward as a Gunman crashes in.
For a moment he is silhouetted against the blinding morning
light, his two six-guns blasting even before the door has
bounced shut behind him, returning the hut to darkness.
Emmett's holster, the gun gone.
The gun is here in Emmett's hand, erupting now with three
quick explosions. The intruder flies against the far wall of
the hut and lands on the floor dead. From outside, two bullets
pierce the plank wall behind Emmett, light streaming through
in .45 calibre shafts.
Emmett is out of the bunk and on the floor. He fires once
over the bunk. In the moment of quiet that follows, we hear
running FOOTSTEPS outside the hut. Emmett follows their
progress with the point of his gun, but holds his fire.
Suddenly a shotgun blasts a large hole in the roof of the
shack, and the table disintegrates in a new column of light.
Emmett glances upward, but quickly returns his attention to
the side walls, trying to follow that gunman. Now more fire
comes from there and more footsteps. Another shotgun blast
showers Emmett with debris, but he ignores it, concentrating
on the walls.
WHAT HE SEES. The Man Outside moves quickly past a crack in
the wall, momentarily revealing his spot by blocking the
light. Emmett fires once ahead of him, stopping his progress
and forcing him back to the crack. Emmett fires his last
shot there, and the man outside goes down hard.
The shotgun rips another jagged hole in the ceiling and blows
a crater in the dirt by Emmett's foot. The shape of a man
flashes across the new hole. Emmett looks across the room at
the top bunk, where the barrel of his Winchester protrudes a
few inches from the bare planks. Emmett throws his empty six-
gun noisily into the far corner of the hut. Instantly the
man on the roof blasts away in that direction.
Emmett dives for the bunk. With the tips of his fingers, he
pulls hard on the muzzle. The Winchester flips full circle
into the air as the bunk behind it is shredded from above.
With an odd kind of inevitability, as though seeking its
rightful place, the Winchester arcs into a shaft of light,
where it is met by Emmett's steady, waiting hands. Before it
has even settled, he has cocked and fired twice through a
hole in the roof. Emmett stops and lowers the carbine. The
Man on the Roof falls spread-eagled through the weakened
ceiling. Debris and sunlight shower his lifeless form.