movies, the cabin would have had a gun rack with a glass front, and Cooper would have smashed it and geared up. Unfortunately, it appeared the Hendersons hadn’t read the script. Cooper flipped open the revolver and dumped the empty brass. “You have more bullets?” “We did. They were—” “Stolen. Right.” He glanced sideways, saw the TV playing footage of Wyoming, made himself look away. No time to get distracted. Ethan said, “What now?” “I’m working
