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SHEA Head due north. There’s an oak bent over like an old woman with a boulder against the trunk.. Looks like it’s crying over a grave. I’ll meet you there.
James turns and walks out of the room. ELSA (V.O.) I remember stories of the great
War, how it seemed man had lost all reason. That we’d become animals, or perhaps we just surrendered to the fact that animals is all we’ve ever been.
EXT. TRINITY RIVER -- NEXT MORNING. James’s wagon sits beside a meandering river. His horses graze. He has a tent set beside the wagon. Spencer runs by the river, chasing grasshoppers ... Elsa steps from the wagon in her nightgown. Stretches. Looks out over the carpet of green grass spilled out before her ... ELSA (V.O.)
But there are moments where I feel we are more. Where we have evolved beyond a search for the next meal or the dominance to breed who we choose. Where we breathe fresh air deep and can almost taste its maker.
A long line of wagons ambles its way towards the Dutton camp. Shea and Thomas ride ahead. See James’s camp in the distance and lope in its direction ... Elsa stares at the meandering river, then walks into it. Walks until the water kisses her chest, then ducks her head and disappears beneath it. ELSA (V.O.) I wish I could freeze this moment. I would live in it forever,
swimming in the possible while the mud of the real is stuck to the shore.
The wagons move closer -- like a giant, canvas snake, weaving its way to the river. Elsa pushes up from the water, wipes it from her eyes. Watches the wagon train approaching ...
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