Chapter 6
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The scene opens with Rebel's car pulling into a parking space at a small cafe... The night has now turned to day and it's early morning.

"Let's get some breakfast." He said rubbing his grumbling stomach.

Getting out of his car, he's confronted by an instantaneous smell of country-cooked ham in the smoker beside the restaurant’s porch.

“Man, does that smell good!” he says out loud, to no one in particular. Kristie, now standing outside the car, stretching her arms and yawning.

As they walk up on the porch of the little restaurant, Rebel overhears two old farmers involved in a conversation over this year's tobacco crop. They were sitting in old rocking chairs, looking like they'd just finished their meals, and smoking cigars, relaxing.

Rebel held the screen door open as Kristie entered into a sound of chatting voices and the smell of country food. They proceeded to sit down at one of the available booths when a young, attractive waitress came up to them with an innocent, shy smile, and introduced herself as Honey, then went on to ask what they would like to drink.

"I’ll take a cup of coffee." Rebel orders.

"And a glass of orange juice." Kristie added. "Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks."

"Just a second and I’ll have those right out." Honey replied.

She turned around and headed back into the kitchen. She walked very formally, as if she were trying to impress someone.



"So why'd you do it?" Rebel asked bluntly.

"Do what?"

"Why did you save my life?"

"I don't know... When I saw that he was about to put a bullet in your big o' head I guess I just reacted. Besides you have such an honest face, I believed you when you said that you came to collect what was rightfully yours."

"What do you mean, my big o' head?" He queried in a resentful manner.

"Oh please... You have a watermelon head." she laughed.

"I do not!"

"Oh come on... They could tie ropes to your head and use it in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade." They both broke out in laughter.

Rebel saw from the corner of his eye the waitress walking towards them with their requested beverages. She gave the same shy smile as she sat the drinks down on the table.



"Here you go... Your coffee, and your juice."

"Thank you, Honey." he said with a surreptitious smile.

"No problem." she said returning his smile. "What can I get you to eat, Sir?"

Rebel picked up the menu and stared at it curiously for a moment. He began to speak, but just mumbles to himself part of the menu and then speaks louder, giving her his decision.

"Two eggs, hash browns and toast."

As she finished writing down his order on the ticket, Kristie jumps in...

"I'll have the same."

She turned and headed back to the kitchen in her formal walk.

"Now let me ask you a question." Kristie stated abruptly. "How did a nice guy like you get mixed up with a bad guy like Dawson?"

"It's a long story." Rebel replied sipping his coffee.



"Go ahead... I'm not going anywhere."

He began telling her the story of how he cracked the safe, the 5.2 million dollars, the shooting on the ninth street bridge, and jumping into the Simgahela River. He told her about his wife Torie and his daughter Sophie, and her life threatening heart disease.

"So you can see Kristie," he paused to collect is emotions. "I shared in this robbery so I could pay for my daughters operation... Without it she will surely die."

They sat in stone silence for only a couple of minutes, but what seemed like a half hour to Kristie as Rebel sipped his coffee and Kristie not knowing what to say. Suddenly he broke the silence...

"Well, time to use the restroom," Rebel announced, excusing himself from the table. "That long drive and the coffee must be getting to me." He laughed.

Rebel walked to the cashier's counter and asks for the directions to the restroom.

"Where's your Men's room?"



A waitresses replies: "Down the hall and to your right sir."

"Thank you."

Rebel proceeded in the direction the waitress had pointed.


In the meantime Kristie spotted a pay phone on the far wall, and decided to call her mother.

"Hello Operator?" Kristie said picking up the phone and dialing zero. "I'd like to make a collect call to the Bayside Hotel."

After a short pause the phone rang at the Bayside Hotel...

"Oh sure operator, I'll accept the charges." Molly Legend confirmed.

Kristie reassured her mother that everything was okay. she told her where she was and who she was with, but little did Kristie know, Dawson was sitting in the next room listening intently to their conversation on the extension phone. his two boys with Mrs. Legend in the front room held guns to her head.



Rebel left the bathroom, and headed back to his table, the food was already waiting. He looked around and saw Kristie talking on the telephone... Who could she be talking to? could she be talking to Dawson, telling him their location? Rebel had a worried look on his face and a bad feeling in his gut...

Back at the table, The waitress came up to him as he began to eat his food and asked if everything was okay.

With a friendly smile he replied, "Yes, everything is just fine. Thank you."

Just then Kristie was back, quickly seated and sipping her juice.

"So what's with the phone call?" Rebel confronted her immediately. he didn't believe in beating around the bush.

"Oh, that." She hesitated... "I just called my mother at the hotel to let her know I was okay."

"You called your mother?" He says skeptically.

"Yes, and she say's that Dawson and his boys have already left the hotel."

"I can't go home right now," Rebel realized.



"What are you going to do?"

"Well... First, I'll call my wife and tell her that I'm okay and I'll be home in a few days. Then... I have a cabin not to far from here, up in the Simarron mountains. We can hold up there for a few days."

"You have a cabin in the Simarron mountains?" she asked in a strong, favorable manner, sounding more fascinated than impressed.

"It belonged to my father," Rebel fondly remembered. "he was a man who worked well with his hands, not only built the cabin room by room, and the white picket fence that was his pride and joy, but also the rustic kitchen where my mother used to cook and bake apple pies on an old wood burning stove, from the apples my old man picked from the tree behind the cabin."

"However," he added. "Mother didn't live long enough to enjoy the cabin; as her life was cut short when I was just a boy." Rebel movingly recalled how his mother's life slowly ebbed away.

"My old man didn't use the cabin anymore after that , and I've only used it a few times since then. Anyway, it hasn't been used in years."

Kristie wanted to offer some kind of sympathy or words of comfort, but seeing Rebel well up she didn't exactly know what to say, and she certainly didn't want to sound frivolously disrespectful by asking, "How did your mother die?"

On one hand she didn't want to come off as deeply unsympathetic, but on the other hand say something that could add to Rebel's sense of grief. The fact was Kristie sucked at sympathy... Not because she didn't feel it, but because she didn't know how to show it correctly.

She figured, if Rebel wanted to offer any information then he would.

"You don't have a cell phone I can borrow do you?" Rebel continued

"Sorry... If I did, I wouldn't have used the payphone?" she laughed

"Ah, touché." he nodded with a smile. "So if you'll excuse me, I need to make a phone call."



Kristie watches as Rebel talks on the phone... She can only speculate that he is telling his wife right about now the whole unbelievable story. She also watches as Rebel holds the phone about 3 feet from his ear as Torie screams...

"But you promised Rebel, you promised!"

From her distance of 30 feet or so she cannot hear a word, but from his body language and hand gestures, she can tell things are not going so good.
[The scene slowly fades to black as Rebel is trying desperately to explain things to his wife on the phone.]