EXT. EL PASO INT'L AIRPORT SHORT-TERM PARKING LOT - DAY
Hunter toting roller-bag, Chloe with backpack, walking through the lot.
CHLOE: Do we know how he found out?
HUNTER: Found gramma's obituary, saw my name in the survived by, looked me up, found my date of birth, did the math, end quote. Found my Wiki page,
CHLOE: When?
HUNTER: Don't know, left it at that. Are you upset that I assumed you'd be okay with this?
CHLOE (BEAT): No. I trust your instincts. Besides which, you must feel some degree of confidence leaving your house to a stranger for three hours.
HUNTER: I have his plate number.
CHLOE: What's he driving?
HUNTER Guess.
CHLOE (BEAT): Pickup truck.
HUNTER: Check.
CHLOE: Cowboy?
HUNTER: From boots to straw Stetson.
CHLOE: Belt buckle?
HUNTER: Two linked turquoise horseshoes on silver.
Hunter aims key-remote at new Land Rover ('Rover" hereafter), CHIRP and LIGHTS FLASH.
CHLOE: And I was nervous about meeting Jackie.
HUNTER: Well Jackie's nervous about meeting you.
CHLOE: Horse day still on?
HUNTER: Still on. She'll be by around ten.
Arrive at Rover, roller-cart and backpack into back. Chloe front passenger, Hunter at wheel.
CHLOE: Dad.
HUNTER: Daughter.
CHLOE: You seem utterly unfazed.
HUNTER: When in fact I am utterly stupefied. Buckle up, sweetheart.
They buckle up, Hunter starts engine, backs out of frame.
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