(UTAH) - DAY                            1

    Jagged mountains defy a dark, foreboding sky. We hear
    PLODDING HOOVES, CREAKING LEATHER. A lone wanderer
    appears. Wearing a long coat and a battered hat, he
    carries a bolt-action carbine. His name forgotten,
    history remembers him simply as THE POSTMAN.

    His laden pack mule, BILL, BRAYS, as they pass a battered
    sign: "The Great Salt Lake Marina." They start down a
    slope and begin to cross a...


    DRY LAKE