INT. MARSHAL’S OFFICE - DAY -CONTINUOUS
The Blue Creek Sheriff and his posse await Teaspoon’s response to Rachel’s wanted poster. Teaspoon stares at it curiously.
Well, Marshal?
TEASPOON
(looks up)
Says here this Rachel Dunne’s five feet four, hundred fifteen pounds, blonde hair, green eyes.
SHERIFF
That’s right.
TEASPOON
Gotta wonder what this world’s comin’ to when a pretty little thing like that’s wanted for murder.
(a beat)
You suppose she really did it?
SHERIFF
There were witnesses.
Teaspoon gives a low whistle.
Hard to figure ain’t it?
SHERIFF
Time’s a wastin’, Marshal. You seen her... or not?
TEASPOON
(stares at Rachel’s picture)
Well, now... I may have..
(scratches his head)
On the other hand, may not... there’s lots of pretty girls around, and my memory ain’t what it used to be. But I’ll be sure and keep an eye out.
A beat. The Sheriff eyes Teaspoon suspiciously, not sure whether or not to buy his act. Teaspoon smiles graciously.
I appreciate your cooperation.
TEASPOON
It’s the least I can do.
The Sheriff stars out. His men follow. At the door, the Sheriff turns back:
Oh, and Marshal. Would it be okay with you if my men and I asked around? Just in case someone else has seen her?
TEASPOON
Be my guest.
EXT. WAY STATION CORRAL - DAY (FIVE MINUTES LATER) - LOU
is grooming her horse as Teaspoon charges up and dismounts on the fly.
Rachel here?
LOU
In the house.
Teaspoon heads for the house. Lou follows.
She in some kind of trouble, Teaspoon?
TEASPOON
You could say that.
Teaspoon heads up onto the porch, where he knocks on Rachel’s door. Off Lou’s look.
INT. PARLOUR - FIVE MINUTES LATER - RACHEL
sits with Teaspoon and Lou.
...So if that’s murder, I’m guilty. But to be honest with you, the only thing I regret is that my aim wasn’t better.