ESMOND
No. You go lookin’ for them you’ll never find the evil.
HICKOK
Then where is it?
Esmond moves closer still, his ebony skin framing ageless eyes as he taps Hickok’s chest.
He turns to Hickok. Points to Teaspoon.
ESMOND
You’re angry because he’s talkin’ about defendin’ his home. Where he was
born. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.
His gaze shifts to Teaspoon. Indicates Hickok.
A brief smile quickly fades. Pain in his eyes for a moment -- this is taking a lot out of him -- then he continues.
Esmond closes his eyes for a moment, then sways, growing faint. Teaspoon jumps up to grab him, Hickok a beat behind him. All very close when Esmond opens his eyes again.
A beat as he looks into the fire. Scary:
He closes his eyes again. Hickok and Teaspoon gently lay him back on his bedroll, then turn to each other. Off their questioning gazes...