Westbound Script [work] Direct

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

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

FADE IN:

JACK (looking around the room) Just passing through.

JACK Whiskey. Neat.

CUT TO:

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

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