INT. HORSE BARN/TACK ROOM - DAY
Rudimentary and clean. The six horses in their respective stalls, eating hay. Saddles on their respective racks. Mechanical bull in a corner. View through open doors to corral. Chloe, Tom, Jackie, Sess and Claire watch Hunter using a pen to write a note on the front endsheet of Foglost then hand the book to Claire, the pen to Sess..
CLAIRE: Thank you so much, Hunter.
HUNTER: Very happy to, Claire.
CLAIRE: I can already see his smile.
HUNTER: I have a three-hour layover in Oklahoma City October six if your dad might like to meet for lunch.
CLAIRE: Oh my God I know he would.
HUNTER: I'll forward the details through Jack.
Claire nods happily.
SESS: Straight home to Cruces?
JACKIE: No. River walk in Rui, dinner in gordo, White Sands sunset.
SESS: Send a pic.
JACKIE: Will do.
SESS: Anybody want a coffee for the road.
HUNTER: I'll take one.
TOM: I'll second that.
SESS: Alright then.
All except Hunter walk to the door. Hunter gets a rope coiled on a hook in the tack area, walks it to the group at the door.
HUNTER (TO TOM): When's the last time you tied a honda knot?
TOM: Well, couldn't tell ya exactly but it's been awhile.
HUNTER: So long that you might've forgotten how?
TOM: I reckon not quite that long.
Hunter presents the rope, Tom takes it.
Jackie, Chloe, Sess and Claire aim their phones to record. Tom looks at the rope as he runs it through his hands, then quickly creates a honda knot and lasso that he hangs on a post. Hunter claps, CHORAL YAY from the group.
CHLOE: Now lasso something, cowboy.
Tom gets the lasso from the post, leads the group toward the mechanical bull, widening the lasso, then swinging it above his head. The group hurries ahead of him for better camera angles. Jackie and Hunter look at each other, Jackie winks, Hunter gives a subtle thumbs-up.
TOM: Now like I said, it's been awhile.
Tom stops fifteen feet away from the bull, lets the lasso fly. It lands like a bullseye around the bulls horns. CHORAL WHOOP AND HOLLER. Hunter nods vigorously, claps his hands loudly above his head. Tom smiles, tips his hat. All except Chloe pocket their phones to applaud. Chloe continues to record, using optical zoom to close in on Tom's growing smile and the tear that escapes to roll down a cheek.
