INT. ROVER - DAY
Hunter drives a two-lane road through piney woods.
TOM (to Chloe): When's the last time you were on a horse?
CHLOE: If the Grand Canyon mule ride counts, then two years ago.
TOM: I'd say it counts.
HUNTER: My last time as well.
TOM: Before that?
HUNTER: Once at a friend's uncle's house when I was a kid.
TOM: You.
CHLOE: Once also, pony ride when I was six.
HUNTER: There's a picture.
TOM: What did ya think of the Grand Canyon?
CHLOE: It was cool. Have you been?
TOM: When I was ten. Me and Ruth and mom and dad drove to Flagstaff for a cousin's wedding. .
HUNTER: Drove from Bandera?
TOM: We did.
HUNTER: In what?
TOM: Dad's brand new Impala three forty-eight.
HUNTER: Transmission?
TOM: Four-speed manual.
CHLOE: What color?
TOM: White, red and white interior. Convertible.
HUNTER: What became of it?
TOM: Totaled when dad hit a whitetail buck that jumped outta the woods outside Vanderpool. Got some ponies loose off to starboard.
All turn their attention the four horses cantering in the woods.
JACKIE: They're wild.
TOM: That so?
The horses leave view.
CHLOE (SINGS LIGHTLY): Wild, wild horses.
TOM (SINGS LIGHTLY..) We'll ride them someday.
Chloe smiles, Tom winks.
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