STILL GOT IT

A high-noon sun beats down against the arid land. There

isn't much here, except for the occasional shrub and a
wooden house in the distance with a tree next to it.
Upon closer inspection...
Two stories high and dilapidated. Next to the house,
almost annexed, a horse rests under the shade of a roof.

Chickens roam about the front of the house, pecking at the

floor.

Under the tree, an old man gathers twigs and dried

leaves from the ground. The man looks disheveled and
worn down by the rough country life.

He picks up his twigs and leaves. Walks to the porch.

Drops the things on top of a bigger pile of them.

A breeze hits the back of his head. With it, comes the sound
of horse hooves. The Old Man turns around.

Six horse riders approach rapidly. Five of them JACK, BRETT,

SAM, MORTON and FRANK gallop behind their leader, ROJO.

As they get closer, the Old Man sees that they are armed
with pistols. The men stop seven yards away. Rojo jumps off
his horse. Gives the rein to Brett.

Rojo walks slowly towards the glaring Old Man. Stops in front
of the porch stairs.
OLD MAN: Who are you?
Rojo takes off his hat.
ROJO: My name is Rodrigo Jose. But you can call me Rojo.
Rojo eyes the house.
ROJO: Nice home. May I come in?
The Old Man glances at the rest of the gang. Their pistols
glimmer in the sunlight.
 The front door opens. The Old Man and Rojo walk inside.
There's a table with some chairs. Rojo sits by a cupboard.
The Old Man walked slowly around the table and sits.
They stare at each other for a moment.
OLD MAN: Well? What do you want?
Rojo admires the room.
ROJO: I want this.
OLD MAN: What?
ROJO: The house, I want it.

OLD MAN: I'm sorry?

ROJO: You're a bit deaf, aren't you?
Silence. Rojo leans back into his chair.
ROJO: This place is a strategic location for an outpost.
I'd like you to donate it to us.
The Old Man stares with bewilderment.
OLD MAN: You want to buy it?
Rojo shakes his head.
ROJO: No, no, no. You seem to misunderstand me. I'm taking
it. I will allow you to leave with your horse. And with your
chickens, if you'd like.
OLD MAN: Where the hell am I supposed to go?
Rojo shrugs
 ROJO: You can go to El Paso, live the rest of your life
there. I don't care. All I want is your house.
OLD MAN: And if I refuse?
Rojo leans forward menacingly.
ROJO: If you refuse, you'll find yourself two feet under the
ground.
Rojo stands up.
ROJO: One day. That is how long you
have to make your decision.
Rojo puts on his hat. Glares at the Old Man, who looks
feeble where he sits.

Rojo: One day, I’ll give you one day.

Rojo walks outside, shuts the door behind him. The Old Man
hears the men ride away.

Candles are lit up to illuminate the place with orange tints.

The Old Man sits in the same place. Eats soup in silence.

He glances at the cupboard for a moment, as if tempted to

open it. Rejects that thought and keeps eating.

The Old Man lies in bed, wide awake. He stays there for some
time, definitely thinking.
He gets out of his bed.

The Old Man comes walking down a flight of stairs, candle in

hand.

He goes to the cupboard. Stares at it for a moment. Opens it

to find a Winchester rifle and ammunition. Next to it, a
colt revolver and a holster.
High-noon, next day.
Rojo and his gang gallop towards the house. Stop some yards
away.

They all dismount. Look at the house. The bedroom windows

are open. Rojo whistles loudly.
ROJO: Time's up, Old Man
Bang!

A bullet flies into Sam's chest. He falls to the ground.

The horses neigh. The men panic.

Hidden by shadow, the Old Man stands by the window with a

rifle. Shoots another bullet at Brett.

The bandits take out their pistols and blast away at the
windows. Them they run out of bullets.
As the reload, all except Rojo charge towards the house.

The bandits enter in a rush, aiming their pistols. But the

Old Man is still upstairs.
They quietly walk towards the stairs.

Frank takes the lead. Morton and Jack follow. They creep up
the wooden stairs. One step--
--after another.
Eyes glued to the door. Reach the top.
Frank looks at the men, then back at the door.
Takes a step closer to reach the handle when... the
floorboard under him creaks.
 BANG!
Frank gets shot through the door, tumbles towards his
mates. Amongst the chaos, the door swings open. Old Man
appears.
Guns Morton down with his rifle.
Old Man shoots -- click. Empty. Jack reaches for his
gun. Old Man pulls out a knife. Throws it at Jack's
chest.
Jack stumbles down the flight of stairs, dead.

Rojo stands alone. The sun beats down on his neck. He

looks worried. But then, he smirks a bit.

Out from the dark house, comes the Old Man. He stands
under the door frame. A silhouette.

ROJO: Old Man! (Screams angrily)

The Old Man stays where he is.
ROJO: I may have underestimated
you.
The Old Man comes into the light. He has holster on.
Paces towards Rojo.
ROJO: I thought you were a chicken
farmer.
Rojo chuckles. The Old Man stops 3 yards away from Rojo.
ROJO: I bet you're not fast
enough--
With a speedy flick, the Old Man unsheathes his revolver
and headshots Rojo. The outlaw falls hard on his back.
Dead.

For a moment, the Old Man stares at the body. Then, drops
his gun and smirks. Uncovers his vest revealing a sheriff
badge. The left side of his abdomen bleeds.

The Old Man trudges with pain towards the tree. He sits
under the shade, back against the trunk and stays there
reminiscing his days in the past when he was in the prime
of being the best gunslinger in the Wild, Wild West.