EXT. DEPOSIT. MIDDAY.
BARABAS are cheering.
LOGAN climbs down the ladder to the assembled throng.
BARABAS lift LOGAN on their shoulders.
CLOSEUPS cut in of his exhausted smile.
LOGAN is bounced a few times and released before RICHARDS.
LOGAN: Casualties?
RICHARDS: None reported.
Enter TARTELL and VILLOFF.
TARTELL: Excellent work, Barabas!
LOGAN: (grabs TARTELL, pulls him close) This will not last long..
VILLOFF: Good job men!
LOGAN: Excellent job, indeed! We’ve shown them we are not to be trifled with.
LOGAN leads VILLOFF, RICHARDS, and TARTELL aside.
LOGAN: What do we have remaining?
TARTELL: Who shot the rider?
VILLOFF: Would you rather have them on our walls right now?
LOGAN: (to VILLOFF) You will hold your fire! (to TARTELL) What do you have remaining?
VILLOFF: My men must be restocked...
TARTELL: You can’t...
LOGAN: You won’t. Villoff, you will survive with what you have. Tartell and Richards divide your remaining stocks evenly. Divide the armory between your men. Go. Now.
TARTELL and RICHARDS exit.
LOGAN: (to VILLOFF) You’ll survive with what you have. Tartell can cover your field. Don’t fire unless it’s close range.
VILLOFF: Got yourself cover if I decide to turn your way?
Continued 5/10
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