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EXT. HUNTER'S FRONT PORCH - DAY

Tom has made the U-turn back to Hunter's house, rung the doorbell. Hunter, after his double-take through door's peep-hole, has opened the door just enough to peer out at Tom.

HUNTER: Can I help you?

TOM: Howdy. My name is Tom Walker.

Hunter sizes him up and down, looks past him to the truck parked on the street near the bin.

HUNTER: Tom Walker from Texas who was in Reno for the rodeo fifty-two years ago?

TOM: Well, one of 'em anyway.

HUNTER: What's my mother's name?

TOM: Olivia, if I have the right Hunter Hardyn.

HUNTER: How did you find out about me?

TOM: Went online to do a search for uour mother. Found her obituary. Seen she was survived by you, and your daughter. Went online, looked ya up, found your wiki page, seen your date a birth. Did the math. 

HUNTER: When was this?

TOM: It'll be eight years the second a November.

HUNTER: Just happen to be in the neighborhood?

TOM: Sorta. Passin' through on my way to Texas.

HUNTER: Passing through from where, if you don't mind me asking.

TOM:  You can ask me anything ya want. On my way to my sister's house from where I live with my wife in Laramie, Wyomin'.

HUNTER: You found my address online?

TOM: Yessir. Paid a few dollars for a search.

HUNTER: What if I didn't know who you are?

TOM: I'da been a little turned around and askin' for directions to Drippin' Springs Road. 

HUNTER: I'm out the door on my way to the airport in El Paso to pick up my daughter.

TOM: Yessir.

HUNTER: You'll be passing back through on your way to Laramie?

TOM: Yessir, in a week or so.

HUNTER: We won't be in here in a week.

TOM: Yessir. 

Hunter surveys Tom, finally opens the door wider, motions Tom in. Tom removes his hat, enters. Hunter stares at the truck, closes the door.