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As the SECOND DIE continues tumbling, we see…

…BUFORD, looking on anxiously…

…NOBLE, PRETTY AL and SWEET RED, swallowing hard, wide-eyed, waiting with bated breath…

…the CROWD, intently watching, mesmerized by the tumbling DIE.

DOTTIE, unblinking, wills the DIE to land on “5.”

DOTTIE
(sotto voce)
C'mon…c'mon… 

As though overhearing her, the DIE tumbles over from “2” to “1”—

—DOTTIE gives a sharp intake of breath—

—then the DIE rolls over to “5.”

The CROWD breaks into CHEERING APPLAUSE.  DOTTIE pumps her fist in the air triumphantly.

DOTTIE
YES!

She beams with pride and excitement.  She blows on the fingernails of her shooting hand and buffs them on the front of her robe as though she had just vanquished a notorious desperado in a gunfight.