INT. ENTRYWAY - A FEW MINUTES LATER
Hat rack on one side of door, saguaro cactus sculpture on the other. Door opens to piano against wall, mirror above it.
Tribal masks on one wall to door's left opposite art/photos/map TBD on wall to door's right. Both walls end at hallways made by piano/mirror wall.
Hunter enters from one hall, passes through into other. DOORBELL CHIME two seconds later bring him back and to the door. He looks through peephole, pulls away, puzzled, looks through peephole again.
EXT. HUNTER'S FRONT PORCH
Tom, hat on, under shade of awning, eyes cast downward until Hunter opens the door wide enough to peer out. Truck parked on the street near the bins.
HUNTER: Yes?
TOM: Howdy, sir. My name is Tom Walker.
Hunter surveys Tom.
HUNTER: Tom Walker who was in Reno for the rodeo fifty years ago last month?
TOM: One of 'em anyway.
HUNTER: What's my mother's name.
TOM: Olivia. If I got the right Hunter Hardyn.
HUNTER: How do you know about me?
TOM: Found your mother's obituary on the ancestry site my sister uses.
HUNTER: When?
TOM: It'll be seven years in September. Seen your name as the son that'd survived her, got curious, looked it up, found your date a birth. Did the math.
HUNTER: The math.
TOM: Carson City?
Hunter considers this, looks past Tom to the truck.
HUNTER: Just happen to be in the neighborhood?
TOM: Sorta. Passin' through on my way to Texas.
HUNTER: On your way from where?
TOM: Laramie, Wyomin', where I live.
HUNTER: I'm leaving to pick up my daughter at the airport in El Paso.
TOM: Yessir.
HUNTER: Will you be coming back through on your way home?
TOM: Could do that.
HUNTER: When will that be?
TOM: I reckon about a week.
HUNTER: We won't be here in a week.
TOM: Yessir.
Hunter stares at Tom, the truck, steps back, opens door wider, motions for Tom to enter. Tom hesitates, removes hat, enters, leaves view. Hunter stares at the truck, finally closes door.
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