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Bobby struggles with the package. Sweat starts to sheet his

face.

BOBBY (panting)

That a fact?

GRACE:

I just got tired of looking at the old

drapes. My mother made them. Had them long

as I can remember. You ever seen something

and just knew you had to have it?

BOBBY (straining)

Yes, I have.

GRACE:

'Course they cost a little more than I

should really be spending. But, damn it, I

don't hardly ever do anything nice for

myself. I deserve nice things.

BOBBY (can hardly talk)

I ... can't ... argue ...

They arrive at a JEEP SAHARA.

GRACE:

This is it.

Bobby practically drops the package. He is covered with sweat.

GRACE:

Thank you, Bobby.

BOBBY:

You're welcome, Grace.

GRACE:

You're not from around here, are you?

BOBBY:

Why you say that? Just because I help a

lady with her package?

GRACE:

You don't have that dead look in your eyes

like the only thing you live for is to get

through the day.

BOBBY:

I just drove in this morning.

GRACE:

Drove into Superior? What for?

BOBBY:

Didn't have a choice. My car overheated up

the road.

GRACE:

You're lucky you didn't break down in the

desert. Day like today, you'd be dead in no

time. When you leaving?

BOBBY:

Not until my car's fixed. I don't know how

long that's going to take.

GRACE:

And here I've made you all hot and sweaty.

Grace steps to Bobby and places her hand against his chest. She

rubs away some of the sweat. They look at each other a beat. A

POLICE CAR, seen earlier, pulls up beside them from behind and

idles. SHERIFF VIRGIL POTTER is a weathered, handsome,

middle-aged man with suspicious eyes, black haired in contrast

to Bobby's sandiness.

SHERIFF:

Morning Grace.

GRACE:

Morning Sheriff. Got my drapes.

SHERIFF:

Well it's about time. Looks like you found

yourself a helper too.

Bobby wants to shrink behind the drapes.

GRACE:

Well, he offered, and I just couldn't

refuse. His car overheated.

SHERIFF:

Oh?

Bobby turns to the Sheriff and forces a smile.

BOBBY:

Morning, officer.

SHERIFF:

Son.

(beat, to Grace)

Little excitement out at the reservation

this morning. Wayne and Dale Elkhart were

up drinking all night and then Wayne starts

chasing Dale around the desert with his

shotgun. BIA handled it. I went by for

backup.

GRACE:

Anybody hurt?

SHERIFF:

Hell, no. That Wayne can't shoot when he's

sober, much less drunk. He's lucky he

didn't kill his own danged self.

(beat)

Well, anyhow, you stay cool. Nice meeting

you, son.

BOBBY:

Same here, officer.

The Sheriff drives on. Pause. They look at each other.

GRACE:

Well, I guess I could use some help

getting this box into the house. Not far.

You could shower, get something cool to

drink.

Bobby considers the offer, but there's not much considering to

do.

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