Dutton Ranch

This'll be one of those days

that follow you to the grave.

If either one of you want to walk,

-I won't hold it against you. -We're with you.

- How does this happen? - Foot-and-mouth.

It's got to be the new bull.

Cattle broker, he fucked us, baby.

All the vet paperwork? Forged.

I don't know how we're gonna tell Carter.

You're the prettiest woman I've ever seen.

Carter has a pure heart.

If you fuck with it,

I will make your life a living hell.

-What's your day rate, chief? -Whatever you're paying.

Let's scoot.

I named her Xena,

after the Warrior Princess.

Someone at the 10-Petal

knows more than they're saying.

That's a pretty serious accusation.

Yeah, well, so is disappearing a man.

Let me take over. Let me do the job for you.

I wish I could, Kino. Wish I could.

You sold me a sick bull.

You got 30 seconds to get the fuck out of Rio Paloma,

and if I ever fucking see your face again, you're dead.

Sure is quiet, isn't it?

It ain't a ranch without a herd, sweetheart.

We'll fill these pastures again one day.

Might just take us a minute, that's all.

Yeah.

Carter still hasn't spoken to me.

I should have told him.

You ought to just give him some time. He'll come around.

You sure about this?

Honey, it'll pay the bills and put food on the table.

Till we come up with a plan.

We'll come up with a plan.

-I love you. -Love you.

All right.

That's Beulah's son Joaquin.

None of them are easy, but he's reasonable.

Morning, Joaquin.

This is Rip Wheeler.

Beulah wants to meet him.

She expecting you?

We didn't fix a time,

but I ain't ever caught your mother off guard.

Huh. Come on in.

Never ceases to amaze, the...

the shit wealthy waste their wealth on.

Yeah.

She wants to speak with you. Alone.

Okay.

Godspeed. I'll wait for you in the truck.

I don't normally take meetings at this hour.

Well, Everett mentioned that I might be able to help you.

Oh.

Uh, I hear you managed the Yellowstone.

Yes, ma'am. 25 years.

Uh-huh. Then you bought

the Edwards Ranch with the Dutton girl?

-My wife Beth. Yeah. -Ah.

It's good land, it's better cattle.

-Sit down. -Thank you.

You ever foreman'd two properties?

All due respect, ma'am, your ranch

and my ranch put together

ain't a quarter of what the Yellowstone is.

So, you're a man with an appetite.

Nah, I'm just a man that likes to work.

Well, that's an attractive quality.

If you don't mind me asking, who is, uh, Rob-Will?

My son. Y'all have met?

Briefly, yeah. Yeah.

Well, let's just say he's on an indefinite vacation.

What else did Everett tell you?

-Which part? -About me needing help.

Oh, uh...

He mentioned that your current foreman--

these are his words, of course-- "is a fucking idiot."

Ah, McKinney. He doesn't pull punches, does he?

No, ma'am, he doesn't.

Well...

...we got 75,000 acres,

about 2,200 head, Mexican crossbreed.

We sell to big-box retailers, but...

mismanagement has been a bit of a bugaboo of late.

Well, would you like me to fix your problem?

Well, I wonder, can you?

If it's ranching, I can. Yes, ma'am.

My margins have grown razor-thin.

I need someone who implements efficiency.

A man who works smarter, not just harder.

Well, I can do both.

I like a tight-lipped ship.

Rio Paloma loves to gossip.

Well, ma'am, other people's business, it ain't mine.

Well, few names are as revered as John Dutton's.

I suppose if you worked for him for 25 years,

-you can work for anyone. -Hmm.

I also know that, despite its tragic end,

the Yellowstone was not a three-ring circus.

No. I wouldn't allow it.

Do whatever it takes to get my ranch in order,

and I'll pay you handsomely,

not just with my money but with my loyalty.

Hmm.

I'll be here at 4:30 a.m.

Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Jackson.

You know this isn't our only option.

I could make some calls.

Dallas, New York.

I could be earning within a month.

But I'd be gone.

No.

I don't want that, darling.

I want you next to me.

Well, I'm always next to you.

I'll see you in a bit, sweetie.

Who is that?

Yeah, who the fuck are you?

We got calves to wean.

Get your gear together

and get your asses in the saddle.

Y'all got ten minutes.

Wait, I know you. From the gas station.

This is fucking bullshit.

- Ma'am? - Yeah?

Horses are cared for.

Anything else I can do?

You can stop calling me "ma'am."

-I've got a name. -Oh, okay.

Just know that no work's beneath me.

-He'd have liked you. -Who?

My dad.

Sure would've liked to have met him.

Want one?

Got one.

Not much of a ranch anymore.

Thank you.

I keep looking for the herd.

You know, like they're still here.

Take away something you see every day...

...sun, birds,

wind even...

...brain can't quite catch up.

Was it 15 years you were inside?

It's a long fucking time.

What'd you miss the most?

Lots of things.

But mostly, the peace and quiet of a lonely night.

Yeah, I'd miss that.

Not sure I'm meant for peace, though.

Me, neither.

But they say God's ways are mysterious.

Yeah.

Mystery's right out there.

For me, anyway.

Right here.

Land's as good a God as any.

Maybe better.

We keep looking, then.

Keep trying, that's for sure.

Hey, whatever you're working on over there, Beth...

...I hope it works.

It fucking better.

Go on, start turning them out.

-Hey! -Hey!

Hey!

Go, keep turning them back, let's go!

Come on. Come on!

Out of my way.

Find the gate.

Hey!

Hey.

Fucking son of a bitch

doesn't know what spiderweb he just walked into.

Man, it was past time to wean these calves.

Fuck, Tommy, you think

-I didn't know that? -Quit fucking talking

and go get them pairs.

Ah, yes, sir.

Hey!

Thought you could use a little pick-me-up.

It's not too soon?

Nah. Some days, too soon's all we got.

Okay, girl. There you go.

-How is she? -She's doing great.

You know, like you said, this girl's got spirit.

You got it, you got it. There you go.

Oh.

There you go. Good job.

Good girl. Good girl.

Come on.

Come on.

Ugh.

Oh, my God. How many will she eat?

Uh, as many as you feed her, but...

Dwight limits her to two a day.