Westbound — Script

The bartender, a grizzled old man, looks him up and down before pouring a shot.

Jack walks into a dimly lit saloon, the sound of poker chips and whiskey glasses filling the air. He approaches the bar.

JACK (V.O) In a place like this, you've got to be ready to defend yourself. Westbound Script

JACK Whiskey. Neat.

JACK (looking around the room) Just passing through. The bartender, a grizzled old man, looks him

Jack steps outside, a confrontation brewing. The men from the saloon follow him out.

A tense standoff ensues, with Jack standing his ground. a grizzled old man

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