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The bartender, a grizzled old man, looks him up and down before pouring a shot.

INT. SALOON - NIGHT

FADE IN:

A tense standoff ensues, with Jack standing his ground.

As Jack sips his whiskey, a group of rough-looking men eye him from across the room. Westbound Script

Jack steps outside, a confrontation brewing. The men from the saloon follow him out.

CUT TO:

JACK (V.O) I've been riding for days, searching for a new start. Leaving the past behind.