Sensing now is a good time to end this blog and begin Final Draft next week after getting beats set in detail this weekend. Also trending toward relocating Texas from Hill Country to Big Bend land. This blog, like the previous (semi-final), has served its purpose. So, probably, final beats as last post on this blog Tuesday.
CHLOE: Where did you get that buckle?
TOM: This was my great grandad's.
CHLOE: On whose side?
TOM: My mom's. Buford Sawer Robertson was her father's father. He won the buckle in a poker game in Laredo.
CHLOE: Did you meet him?
TOM: A few times when I was a kid, when he and my great grandmother Ruby lived north of Galveston.
CHLOE: They're on the family tree?
TOM: They are. And their grandparents.
HUNTER: What did Buford Sawyer Robertson do for a living?
TOM: Roughneckin' in oil fields before he went off to France in the first world war. Came back and started the hardware store in Lubbock he had for thirty years 'til he sold it and moved to San Marcos to be closer to my mom.
Jackie RINGS A TRIANGLE DINNER BELL.
TOM: Goodness.
CHLOE: What?
TOM: Just had a flashback to a chuckwagon alongside the San Saba River.
CHLOE: Did the chuckwagon serve vittles?
Tom smiles.
TOM: It did.
CHLOE: What foods qualify as vittles?
TOM: Well.
WITH JACKIE, SESS AND CLAIRE AT THE PICNIC TABLE
They watch Tom, Hunter and Chloe approach.
to be continued.
