Dutton Ranch

* low, tense music *

My God.

Get Carter and get out of here.

-It's all gone. -Doesn't matter.

We start again.

I'm sorry.

Truth be told,

we don't normally open the lairage

-for anything less than 50 head. -Well, six

turns into 50, 50 turns into 150.

Till you get to 150. That's how the biscuit breaks.

Are you a fucking snitch, Wes?

What are you talking about?

You fucking killed him.

You a good vet?

I believe so, yes.

Then do your job.

You're free to go.

You bailed me out?

I'm Oreana.

This life here is gonna work, isn't it?

We'll make it work.

***

* low, somber music *

All right.

Uh-huh.

You got it. I appreciate it.

***

Start packing your shit up.

Where we going?

She's hungry.

Well, I've called everyone I know.

And?

Walker told me about an opportunity in Texas.

Texas?

Yeah.

Where in Texas?

I don't know. Some small town called Rio Paloma.

About an hour from the border.

How much land?

Five thousand acres,

Black Angus,

175 head on it.

How much are they asking?

About every nickel we got.

Cheaper than rebuilding here, that's for sure.

* low, somber music *

Will it give us the life we want, baby?

In success, yeah.

-Want to take a ride? -I don't want

to spend another night here.

We gave this place all we got, didn't we?

Mm-hmm.

Sweetheart.

Montana will always be our home.

Many people wanted to buy this place.

The Jacksons have been after it for 20 years,

but they would've turned it into something soulless.

I don't want this ranch

to become something I can't recognize.

We want to keep it just as it is.

The prospect of someday feeding folks with our beef...

...that was Billy's dying pride and joy.

Rip, I'm trusting that you will fulfill that prospect.

That's all that matters to me.

Because he was all that mattered.

Yes, ma'am.

Carter, there are four horses in that barn.

Be a dear and saddle 'em.

These old bones may move like a tired mule,

but...

I would like to take one final ride around our ranch

before it becomes yours.

Of course.

Honey,

I'm gonna go help the boy saddle.

I didn't know your daddy.

Except by reputation and...

...what I later read in the papers.

No one really knew him.

He was a man though.

Man, I suspect, not all that different from Billy.

I think so.

When I think of what you all have endured...

That fire in Dillon, it's...

They're the broken bits...

...that will someday create

a beautiful mosaic for you here.

* low, somber music *

It's already beautiful, Jeanie.

I understand stewardship.

My husband and I will honor it.

Good.

Now,

there's one more thing we got to discuss.

Yeah, what's that?

His name is Azul Ramos.

***

* slow, dramatic music *

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***

Fifteen hundred. Two thousand dollars...

Cold beer.

Thanks, baby.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

Four, now five.

Forty-five hundred, out of here.

Forty-five?

Forty-five here.

Forty-five?

Now five thousand dollars.

That's my friend from the slaughterhouse.

Hey.

Buyer number 223.

Fucking grizzly in Gucci.

Oh, yeah?

Registered Black Angus bull. Weighing 1,900...

This is our boy here, honey.

Here we go.

How much here?

Four, now five.

Five thousand dollars. Ma'am?

Six thousand dollars.

Sixty-five.

Now seven. It's seven.

Now eight thousand right here.

Nine...

Now ten. At ten.

Again.

At ten-five.

Ten-five-five here?

Sold to him over at ten thousand,

five hundred dollars.

Buyer 106, man in black.

Buyer 106.

Really appreciate y'all buying Bullet.

You deliver? I want to turn him out during the day.

-Happy to. -I'll write my address down

and my phone number. You call me when you're headed out.

Yes, sir.

Two, three days tops, I'm back.

Not this time.

It was her decision.

It's right up here, I think.

-You think? -It's right fucking there.

Ask me, I did y'all a favor.

De nada, motherfucker.

Uh, you back there thinking

about braining me with that shovel?

Huh?

That right?

Maybe that was your plan all along.

Huh?

But you ain't never dug any kind of hole in your life.

Uh, that kind of work don't suit you,

does it?

And you ain't got the balls to take that kind of swing.

We both know...

I do.

* low, tense music *

What?

He was right fucking there!

You leave tomorrow.

***

Why is this shit yellow?

That's electrolytes.

Looks like horse piss.

Well, maybe it is.

Fuck all y'all.

Where's Rob-Will?

Don't know.

Where's Wes?

Don't know that either.

Bullshit.

It's been days.

So...

who's the foreman?

Chet's lead wrangler.

Ask him.

Wes got drunk,

got a hooker.

Man, I don't know.

He got Jesus.

Just pick one and shut the fuck up.

Tommy, you standing behind me for a reason

or just to get hurt?

* low, tense music *

Chet.

Beulah wants to speak with you.

Sir?

Now.

Tommy,

you're in charge.

You heard the man.

We got cattle to brand.

***

Come here.

Yeah, you. Come on.

Yeah?