Characters:
SILAS: An old prospector with a dusty hat.
CASS: A young woman with a sharp eye and a rifle.
Setting: A campfire in the middle of a desert at night.
SILAS: You hear that? That’s the sound of a mountain that’s been emptied.
CASS: It’s just the wind, Silas. The mountain doesn't care if we took the gold or not.
SILAS: It cares. It feels lighter. Less anchored. One of these days, a big gust is gonna come through and blow the whole range right into the Pacific.
CASS: (Cleaning her rifle) We got enough to buy the ranch. That’s what matters. No more digging. No more dust.
CASS: "Maybe" doesn't pay for a roof. Get some sleep. We ride at dawn.
SILAS: I think I’ll stay up a bit. Just to make sure the mountain stays put.
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