INT. HUNTER'S GUEST ROOM - DAY
Tom's suitcase on queen bed, lamp on nightstand on each side, aimed at wall-mounted TV. Framed print of (tbd) above bed's headboard. Tom's hat on rack near open door showing mostly closed door across the hall. Tom sits at the desk facing window to patio, yard, wall and land and mountains beyond. He stares out the window, tapping his phone on the desk populated by lamp, pen and pencil near guest book, and etch-a-sketch. He finally speaks into phone.
TOM: Ruth.
EXT. OPEN AIR PEACH MARKET - DAY
A DOZEN SHOPPERS, A FEW VENDORS, AND RUTH, mid-70s - sneakers, knee-length shorts, unbuttoned short-sleeve blouse over sweat-stained tee, visor - reaching into pocket to get PHONE RINGTONING Willie Nelson's instrumental, Bandera, as she finds the shade of a tree.
RUTH: Hi, brother.
Peach market in Fredericksburg, where are you?
(Her face expresses confused surprise.)
Well I'm speechless, Tommy. Have you called Wanda?
Wish I could've seen her face.
Alright. Well, call me tonight. And Tommy, take a picture or two, okay?
Love you too.
(She pockets phone, shakes head, walks out of frame.)
INT. HUNTER'S GUEST ROOM - MOMENT LATER
Tom as he was, staring out the window, tapping phone on desk. He stops tapping, stares at the guest book, gets up, pockets phone, gets hat from rack, puts it on, leaves into hallway, his BOOTS-KNOCK ON HARDWOOD FADING to silence. Moments later he appears in the window when he walks to the low stone wall, gazes out to the mountains.
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