Watched by his companion Walter, Earl Johnson lays flowers at a makeshift grave on the prairie. He’s been here every year for twenty years, back to his abandoned and ruined homestead.
The two men begin the ride home. On their way, they come across a young man who has apparently been ambushed and his horse stolen. It appears that the young man is deaf, and neither rider can communicate with him. At Walter’s behest, the two take the young man in hand and set off for Walter’s home, which is the closest shelter.
A poignant Western story, exploring the birth of American Sign Language and the prejudices of the time.
Currently in first draft, adapting from my own screenplay draft, looking at publishing in 2021.