wagon bed. clay has unrolled a bedroll under the seat where there is a little shade.
clayton kisses her.
steve. open in front of him is a copy of leslie's weekly, a woman's journal: pictures of baby basinettes, whale-bone corsets, fancy oil lamps, etc. mary comes into scene to stand above him, looking down. steve glances up and smiles.
clay. he looks down toward the wagon as mary calls elaine's name again, this time louder.
steve. he is sitting up, pulling on his boots. from under the bedclothes he takes his rifle and starts toward the wagon.
steve and elaine. steve drops on his knees beside her. elaine doesn't look up. steve shakes her.
rain - down angle - featuring clay and mary.
mary in f.g.
on bed. moonlight falls across the bed. mary pulls the covers up. helen turns her head.
mary and helen. mary smiles at helen.
angled past mary. steve in the b.g. mary looks after clay, puzzled, wondering. then she looks over at steve.
angled down past clay. mary lies on the carpet of pine needles, her head pillowed on her arms, her dress pulled taut across her chest. she is looking up through the trees at the fading sky.
clay and fowler.
clay, embarrassed, puts his hand on the boy's shoulder.
helen stares down at the cradle. she doesn't know what it is.
clay, mary and fowler.
clay and mary. clay, his expression anxious, stares down at the stunned mary. he swings out of the saddle, holding her tenderly to him. the brush with death has made him realize how much she means to him. gently, he puts her down on the sand, stoops beside her.
the three men. they look at each other. lednov motions in the direction of fowler's camp. they start back along the trail.
featuring mary and steve.
as clay reaches the spot where the kyacks and saddles are thrown. steve comes up to him.
clay and steve as clay turns sharply.
the two brothers. they stare at each other. steve is on the verge of tears. hurriedly, he swings into the saddle.
clay. he looks over toward steve, then rises and hurries toward him.
clay and steve. steve takes down the bars and puts the horse in the corral. clay comes up to him as he's putting the bars back up.
lednov and mccall.
peters. peters is stretched on the needle-covered earth, dead.
steve. he lies still a moment, then painfully he crawls to the rails and with a great effort tries to tear the rails down. lednov fires. the bullet whistles past. steve pulls the fence down, crawls away from the opening. the horses, milling around the corral break through. steve lies still, face down.
lednov. he waits, his rifle ready. o.s. a twig snaps. cautiously he looks ahead. there is silence.
clay. clay cautiously edges around the base of a tree. he picks up a stick, stops.