JACK Whiskey. Neat.
As Jack sips his whiskey, a group of rough-looking men eye him from across the room.
Jack walks into a dimly lit saloon, the sound of poker chips and whiskey glasses filling the air. He approaches the bar. Westbound Script
EXT. SALOON - NIGHT
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JACK (V.O) I've been riding for days, searching for a new start. Leaving the past behind.
JACK (V.O) In a place like this, you've got to be ready to defend yourself. JACK Whiskey
Jack steps outside, a confrontation brewing. The men from the saloon follow him out.
A tense standoff ensues, with Jack standing his ground. with Jack standing his ground.