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SKINNER SWEET sits on the pouch of a saloon bar in Colorado. He rests slumped on the wooden chair nursing a cold beer, condensation running down the dirty glass, the beer the only thing fighting off the hot summer sun.
We are looking over Skinner's shoulder as he waits and watches from the shadow at the large house opposite him. The house is the only brick structure on the street, and is made form a gorgeous white stone.
A horse drawn cart moves down the dirt road in front of him and a scattering of other people go about their business.
The summer of 1880. Colorado.
Any minute now.
Cut to a close up on the dark wooden door at the front of the white brick house. The door is half open as a very well dressed, balding, plump man leaves his home. This is CARSON. He runs this part of town and that affords him and his family a pleasant life.
A beautiful, fresh faced young woman stands in the doorway beside Carson. This is RUBY, his daughter. Her hair is long and fair, almost white, her lips pink, her skin soft and white. She wears a long white, frilly and ornate white frock.
Ruby leans in and kisses her father, Carson on the cheek goodbye.
I shall be back this afternoon to eat with you my sweet Ruby.
Skinner places his drinking glass down on the floor of the saloon porch. A few drops of beer swirl in the bottom of the glass.
We see Carson walking away from his house in the distance. Ruby waves him goodbye.
From behind skinner. He walks confidently out across the dirt road towards the white house. He places his hat on to his head to shield his eyes from the sun. Ruby stands in the doorway, looking towards Skinner. A smile on her face.
Skinner leans on the wall next to the open door to the huge white brick house. Ruby's cheeks are flushed red as she looks at the floor. One of her hands curls her soft hair around her finger.
So sweet little thing, do I get to see that big old room of yours again?