INT. ROVER - DAY
Northbound on Highway 70 nearing White Sands National Park.
TOM: When's the last time you were on a horse?
CHLOE: A couple years in Costa Rica.
TOM: Vacation?
Chloe nods.
CHLOE: Spring break. We did a sunset ride on the beach.
TOM: We bein' who.
CHLOE: My mom and grandparents. How 'bout you?
TOM: Last time on a horse?
Chloe nods.
TOM (CONT.) A year ago at an annual event called Cheyenne Frontier Days. Rode in the parade.
HUNTER: With a group?
TOM: Yessir. V-F-dubya.
CHLOE: Were you in a foreign war?
TOM: Vietnam.
Pause.
CHLOE: Is that something you'd be willing to talk about sometime?
TOM: We can do that.
HUNTER: What branch, Tom?
TOM: U-S-M-C.
HUNTER: Drafted?
TOM: Yessir. Plan was army but I was told otherwise when I got to the induction center.
Dunes of White Sands National Park appear in the driver's side windows.
TOM (CONT.): I'm gonna take an educated guess that we're in the neighborhood of White Sands National Park.
CHLOE: Good guess. Have you ever been?
TOM: I have not. I bet you have.
Chloe nods.
HUNTER: I thought we might shoot for stopping in for the sunset on the way home.
JACKIE: Yay.
HUNTER: You up for that, Tom?
TOM: Sure am. Maybe get a nice picture to send Wanda and Ruthie.
CHLOE: I brought a pretty good camera.
TOM: Probly better than my phone's.
CHLOE: Probably.
TOM: Thanks.
CHLOE: Sure.
She uses her phone to take a picture of Tom looking out the window at the dunes.
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