INT. FOYER - DAY
Navajo rug on hardwood. Sofa under window to street. Another against a wall under a PAINTING REPRODUCTION tbd. Arrangement of a dozen wooden tribal masks on the opposite well. Hallways from each side of the back wall, against which a piano and bench are under a mirror. Hat rack near the door. TIK-TOK of grandfather clock against the wall near the painting.
Hunter, sunglasses propped on forehead, enters from one hall, crosses to the other, leaves view when he enters it a beat before the DOORBELL CHIMES. A beat before Hunters enters, approaches the door, looks through the peephole, ponders, looks again.
EXT. HUNTER'S FRONT PORCH
Tom stands at the door, hat in hand, truck parked on the street near the bins. Hunter opens the door enough to frame his face.
HUNTER: Can I help you?
TOM: Howdy. My name is Tom Walker.
Hunter surveys Tom, looks past him to the truck.
HUNTER: Tom Walker who was in Reno, Nevada fifty-one years ago last month?
TOM: One of 'em anyway.,
HUNTER: What's my mother's name?
TOM: She went by her middle name Olivia. Her first name was Edith. If I got the right Hunter Hardyn.
HUNTER: You know she's dead.
TOM: I do.
HUNTER: Just happen to be in the neighborhood?
TOM: Sorta. On my way Texas.
HUNTER: From?
TOM: Laramie, Wyomin', where I live.
HUNTER: What's in Texas, if you don't me asking?
TOM: You can ask me anything ya want. My sister's in Texas. Town called Kerrville.
HUNTER: What if I didn't know who you are?
TOM: I'da been turned around and askin' for directions back to Drippin' Springs Road.
Hunter considers, finally opens the door.
HUNTER: Come in.
Tom steps in, Hunter gives the truck another look.
INT. FOYER
Hunter closes the door.
HUNTER: I'm on my way to pick up my daughter at the airport in El Paso.
TOM: Yessir.
HUNTER: When will you be back through on your way home to Laramie?
TOM: I reckon four or five days.
HUNTER: We won't be here.
TOM: Yessir.
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