EXT. MOUNTAIN MEADOW - DAY
Sess and Claire on horseback are the first to ride out of the woods into the meadow, followed by Jackie and Chloe, twenty yards behind them, then Hunter and Tom, at a similar distance.
ALONGSIDE HUNTER AND TOM
TOM: How often do you get to see her?
HUNTER: Every spring break, every other Christmas, the last three weeks of her summer vacation and I'll go out there for an occasional weekend.
TOM: Where do ya fly into?
HUNTER: Los Angeles or Oakland.
TOM: Where do ya stay?
HUNTER: Hotel downtown.
TOM: You and Barbara on good terms?
HUNTER: Yes. And she's the best mother I could wish for Chloe.
TOM: What does she do, if ya don't mind me askin'.
HUNTER: She's a photographer and teaches a class at Cal Poly.
TOM: How 'bout her parents?
HUNTER: John and Jan, retired attorneys in Paso Robles.
TOM: Well that ain't too far from San Luis Obispo, is it?
HUNTER: Half an hour. She takes the train up and back about every other weekend, or they come down.
TOM: In good health?
HUNTER: Yes. They swim and play golf.
TOM: Barbara have any siblings?
HUNTER: Nope. Only child. Engaged to be married on Valentine's Day.
TOM: You know the fella.
HUNTER: We met once. Brian. Residential architect. Good guy. Great with Chloe.
TOM: You mentioned y'all won't be here in a week.
HUNTER: We're meeting the U of A softball coach in Tucson.
TOM: I reckon she's got a few scholarship offers.
HUNTER: A couple dozen.
TOM: Does she have a field of study in mind? A major?
HUNTER: Not yet but recent mention of veterinary.
TOM: My best friend's daughter-in-law is a veterinarian.
HUNTER: What's your best friend's name?
TOM: Gil. For Guillermo.
HUNTER: How long have you known Gil?
TOM: Since fourth grade.
HUNTER: Does Gil know about me?
TOM: He does. Just him, Ruth and Wanda.
HUNTER: Where does he live?
TOM: The house he built outside Medina, Texas.
HUNTER: He knows you're here.
TOM: He does. Sent him a selfie from your patio table. He's finishin' up Foglost, too. Hunter, wouldja mind if I took another with you in it?
HUNTER: Of course not. You'll have to send it to me, of course. How do I stop my horse?
TOM: When's the last time you was on one?
HUNTER: That Grand Canyon mule ride.
TOM: Before that?
HUNTER: Pony ride at the county fair when I was five.
TOM: What county?
HUNTER: Orange, California.
TOM: Is that where ya grew up?
HUNTER: Yep. Have you been?
TOM: No. How many times have ya been to Disneyland?
HUNTER: A few, when I was a kid.
TOM: Chloe?
HUNTER: Once. Her tenth birthday weekend.
Silence but for FAINT BIRDSONG.
TOM: So I'm thinkin' if ya apply some leg pressure, sorta gradually squeezin, and hold your reins right about your waist and tug with a verbal whoa or ho, she'll prob'ly hold up. And maybe sit up straight and lean back just a little.
Hunter does exactly as instructed and the horse halts. Tom guides his horse next to Hunter's, stops with a slight tug and cluck sound. He gets phone from shirt pocket, takes the selfie, pockets the phone.
TOM (CONT.): Thank you, Hunter.
HUNTER: My pleasure.
TOM: A little calf pressure and a giddyup or go'll prob'ly get her goin'.
HUNTER: Giddyup.
His horse resumes moving forward. Tom's double-cluck moves his horse into forward motion.