ENNIS lights a cigarette. Looks down at the distant highway.
ENNIS
Look at them cars.
JACK
What?
ENNIS
I used to wonder... warm nights, we'd all
sit on the front porch, mom and dad, my
brother and sis and me. The highway was
four miles away, and you could see it, a
long line of lights, and I could sit
there like a fuckin' dog for hours, just
sit there wondering where they were all
going.
JACK
No highway by our house, just a dirt
road. If somebody showed up on it at
night, they'd usually be poaching
antelope. (braids the quirt) Good huntin'
around our place. Maybe we could head up
there at the end of September, before the
big snows hit. Get a few antelope
ourselves.
[2004 screenplay]