Close, as they walk, DRUM noting that folks seem in a mighty hurry to get off the street.
1. JOHNS: A lot of it’s GOLD, Marshal. You and your tracker, you could spend that most any where…
At the door to the Sheriff’s office, DRAKE still with a hand on JOHNS, DRUM hanging back, looking behind.
DRAKE is pushing open the door.
2. JOHNS: …get yourself something fine for your woman. If you have a woman, that is.
3. DRAKE: You ever stop talking?
On JOHNS, sheepish.
4. JOHNS: Not so’s you’d notice.
Angle, the door opened, now.
DRAKE is reacting, drawing, as JOHNS staggers back, having been shot in the chest from inside. JOHNS is surprised.
1. SFX: BOOOOM