The bartender, a grizzled old man, looks him up and down before pouring a shot.
JACK (V.O) In a place like this, you've got to be ready to defend yourself. Westbound Script
A lone figure, JACK (30s), rides a horse across the open plains. The wind blows through his hair as he gazes out at the horizon. The bartender, a grizzled old man, looks him
EXT. OPEN PLAINS - DAY