Script: Westbound

A lone figure, JACK (30s), rides a horse across the open plains. The wind blows through his hair as he gazes out at the horizon.

EXT. OPEN PLAINS - DAY

As Jack sips his whiskey, a group of rough-looking men eye him from across the room. Westbound Script

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Jack walks into a dimly lit saloon, the sound of poker chips and whiskey glasses filling the air. He approaches the bar. A lone figure, JACK (30s), rides a horse

EXT. SALOON - NIGHT

INT. SALOON - NIGHT

JACK (V.O) I've been riding for days, searching for a new start. Leaving the past behind.