Looking out. Watching for Kid’s return. Dawkins stares at her from his cell. Grins.
You keepin’ me here, you’re goin against some real outlaws.
LOU
Never did say what they want with you.
DAWKINS
(boasting)
I can ride and shoot with the best of ‘em.
She crosses to the cell. Takes a closer look at Dawkins.
What’s your name?
DAWKINS
Dawkins.
LOU
You first name.
DAWKINS
Ain’t important.
Lou nods. Figures.
That other one. He your fella?
LOU
Guess he is, yeah.
DAWKINS
What’s his first name?
LOU
(longer beat)
Ain’t important.
Dawkns speaks softer, as she turnns away from the cell.
Ain’t never had my own gal.
Before Lou can say anything else
THE DOOR OPENS
and Kid enters. Closes and bolts it behind him.
Asking for help around this place is like sendin’ a bucket down a dry well.
Kid sits at the desk, tired. Lou indicates a couple of pistols lying on top.
Found a couple more guns in the desk. Did you get ours from the hotel?
KID
No. It’s bein’ watched by one of the men who was doin’ the shootin’ last night.
Lou comes over to him and lays a hand on his shoulder. He nods at the cell. Quieter:
How’d the two of you get along?
LOU
He’s all right as long as you don’t listen to anything he says.
KID
He’s right about one thing: this ain’t no place for you.
LOU
Kid...
KID
I mean it Lou. You should get out of here. Even if you can’t leave town, someone will take you in.
Lou sits beside Kid. Without a shred of doubt:
LOU
No way I’m leavin’ you.
Kid takes her hand. A quiet beat before:
I hope you two are prayin’, ‘cause the Lord’s the only one gonna get you outta this mess.
(to Lou)
He don’t know how right he is.