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[engine puttering]

[chickens clucking]

- Good morning, chickens.

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- We have to talk, Dad.

- Hope this ain't a conspiracy

to keep me from my breakfast.

- We're just trying
to save you from yourself.

- And we're running
out of time.

- I could use
a quiet breakfast.

- Hey, me first.
- Long as I get my say.

- Fine, you won't let us
save you,

then let us save this ranch.
- You sound just like

your mother when you say that.
- Don't change the subject.

Okay, the bed-and-breakfast.
- Oh, Rebecca.

- What?
- We've been through all this

time and again,
no is the answer, no.

- What exactly
do I do here, Dad?

Remind me.

What explicitly is it
that I'm in charge of?

- It's Lynnie coming home
today, isn't it?

- No.
- It's Lynnie coming,

got you on a knife's edge.

- Lynnie's coming home?
- It's the finances, Dad.

I'm supposed to help us
keep from going under,

and under is exactly
where we're going.

- I can't control
the weather, honey.

The drought
doubled hay prices,

dropped our margin
down to nothing.

- I told you not to buy
the new tractor.

- How was I to know Jimmy T.
was gonna bail,

leave us with the full weight?

Ranching's full of risks.

We'll ride this out.
- Couple of months, Dad,

and we're not gonna be
able to afford

to feed our own stock.

- Regan, are you on board

with this B&B nonsense?

That cedar house
is your family home.

- Yeah, I know, Daddy.

And that's why I have
an alternate proposal.

- I am never gonna get
my breakfast.

- Okay, listen.
Regan and Jerry can afford

their own house, Dad.

- I drove nails, girls,

in that porch
when I was eight years old.

I'll make the decision
who lives in that house.

- This is an asset
that we need to explore, okay?

The B&B can help us
create a brand

that we can monetize.

- The only brand
we need around here

is the one I put
on the hind end of a calf.

Oh, here we go.
- Morning, Grandpa.

- We got eggs.
- Here's your eggs, Grandpa.

- Yeah, breakfast.
Thanks, boys.

We got old blue eyes up
with the chickens, huh?

- Now look, Daddy,
you're right.

The cedar house
is my home,

and I don't intend
to leave it,

but we don't need
to turn our ranch

into an amusement park.

There is another way
to get even.

Are you listening to me?

- [clears throat]

All right.

All right, Regan.

What is it?

- Sell parcel 14

or maybe parcel 6,

and we wipe out our debt.

- Those parcels are our land,

which we ain't selling.

- I know that you
mean well, Regan.

But selling dirt
is a one-time solution.

A, it's not gonna generate
any income after that.

What if we need money again?
What are we gonna do then?

- Jerry proposed to me
in that house.

- Oh, here we go. Okay.
- And my babies

took their first steps
inside it.

- You know, the only thing
holding you and Jerry back

is Dad's generosity.

This could be the best thing
that ever happened

to the both of you.
- You know, it's easy for you

to talk about booting me
and my children out of our home

because your own daughter
won't even--

- Okay, okay, don't even--
don't even go there.

Daddy.
Where are you going?

Daddy?
Daddy, come on back here

and eat a proper breakfast,
please.

I will make it for you.

- It's all good.

- You never listen.

- Morning, Grandpa.

- Hey, Ty.

What are you grinning at?

- Nothing like a hearty
breakfast to start the day,

huh, boss man?

- You got a sadistic aspect.

Are you aware of that?

What did you have
for breakfast?

- Some of my wife's perfect

little beautiful
chilaquiles, yeah.

- I ain't interested.
I'm sorry I brought it up.

- [laughing]

[bright instrumental music]

- Let's go.

Ha.

Go.

Go.

Keep your eye on Big Red,
Hector.

- Oh, I'm on her, John.

- Yeah, that's the old
troublemaker, John.

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- Round 'em up.

[cows mooing]

Come on, boys.
Round 'em up.

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Ha.

*

- Rebecca gets something
in her craw,

boy, she keeps chewing on it
and chewing on it.

[cow moos]

- Just a little
swelling.

No abscess.
- Oh, that's good. Here.

But Regan stood
right up to her,

toe-to-toe this morning.

- Yeah, I don't think Rebecca's
ideas are half bad, though.

- So she got to you
behind my back?

- No. No, no.

I'm neutral like Canada,

and besides,
none of my business.

- Yeah.

Switzerland.

Neutral like Switzerland.

- John, Hector, wolves!

- That's it.
That's it now.

- There's a $50,000 fine
if you kill a wolf, John.

- Wolves cost me more
than that this past month.

- Yeah, but it's the law.

You used to be sheriff,
didn't you?

- Back then, the law
was closer to common sense.

This ain't that.
Where is it, Tio?

- Tree line.

[tense music]
[gun clicks]

- Some of them wolves
are tagged, John.

Think about it.

You'll have Parks & Wildlife
all over you

like stink on pigs.

*

- Get out of here!

[gunshot]

I see you again,
I'll make you into a coat!

[gunshot]

*

- Hey, how you doing there?

- All right, sir.

- Ah, darn it.

Sorry about that.

- It's all right.

- Yeah.

Here's the country.

Some people
still hunt their food.

- Yes, sir.

- Anyways,

this land I was talking
to you about was,

well, the boundary, it starts
just about right here

at this fence,
and it goes north and west

all over that
Forest Service firebreak.

- Yes, sir, we'll get
the boundaries

to the capitol
by the end of the day.

- Well, gosh darn,
I sure I appreciate

that extra work, Frank.
- Yes, sir.

- Now, it is Frank, ain't it?
- Yes.

- You see, I knew that
because, um,

one of the boys said
you'd be the guy out there,

Frank, who's got, uh,

um, a wedding anniversary
coming up soon,

is that right?
- Nine years.

- Hey, that's the man.
- Nine years.

[both laugh]

- Not too many people respect

that institute of marriage
anymore.

Here you go.

[indistinct chatter]

- Mr. Peterson, sir--

- No, no, my daddy
was Mr. Peterson.

My name is Tap.

- Tap, sir,
I can't take this.

- Listen,
let me tell you.

I, uh...

I enjoy giving gifts
to people I respect,

and what I will not like
is if you don't spend

every dime of that
on that young lady.

- Yes, sir.

- See this,
this land back here,

it all belonged
to my family at one time,

and it was stolen from us,

and, I mean, you could
understand how an old man

would feel about that.

- Yes, sir.

- Well, I appreciate
your work.

Looking forward
to seeing you again.

- Far cry from the big city,
I guess.

Never been myself.

Don't like the traffic.

I guess that's
kind of funny,

a driver who don't
like traffic.

But that's why
everyone calls me.

See, I know all
the back roads,

all the shortcuts,
everything there is back there.

- Do you mind?
I haven't been home in years,

so I would like to spend
some quiet time

with my thoughts.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Thanks.

[light instrumental music]

*

- I will have one of the guys
put it in your pickup.

- Thank you, sir.

All right.

- * Every house has a story

- Makings
of a fine spread.

Now, what is
the occasion?

- None of your business,
Ethan Peterson.

Thank you.

- Speaking
of business Rebecca,

how are things
at JL Ranch?

- Never better.
Thanks for asking.

- Well,

that's a welcome surprise.

- Is it now?
- Yeah.

Because, uh,
Daddy and me, uh,

we heard different.

- Well, you must have
manure in your ears

as well as
in between 'em.

Excuse me, Ethan.

- Oh, boy.

Same old, same old.

- Have a seat.

[light instrumental music]

*

[siren wailing]

- Morning,
Ms. Rebecca.

- Sheriff,
is there a problem?

- Yeah.

Taillight's out.

- No, it's not.

- No, it's not.

- What do you want, Henry?

- I heard Lynnie
was coming home today.

- Yeah, well, you never know
with Lynnie.

Where'd you hear that?

- I got my connections.

I might not be quite
as stealthy

as your dad was
when he wore the star,

but I get around.

Bet you she's been
through some changes--

school and all,
city life.

Must be excited.

- [whispers]
I'm scared to death.

- You? Scared?
- Mm.

From what little
she did say to me,

it's looking like
she wants to open things up

about her dad,
maybe seek him out.

- [sighs]
Well...

only natural, I guess,
after all this time.

- Yeah, well,
I make one big mistake,

and it just follows me
and follows me

and follows me, you know.

- You have always been
a loving mom.

I'm sure Lynnie
can see that,

now she's older.

No, your real mistake
was choosing him over me.

- Please, you weren't even
in the picture back then, Henry.

Shut your face.
- Well, in my heart, I was.

Always.

What'd your dad
say about it?

- Well, you know him,

never says more
than is necessary.

It's all gonna work
itself out.

It's what he always says.

- I'm a good sounding board
if you need one.

- Thank you, Henry.

I appreciate it.

I wish there was something
you could do.

- Try me.

[gentle instrumental music]

- I got to get going.

Don't you have a job to do

or something like that?

- Okay.

Well, gonna let you off

with a warning this time,
but...

- Okay.
- You just remember,

I'm always watching
those taillights.

- Get out of here,
Henry.

*

[light instrumental music]

*

[knock on door]

- Hello? Anybody home?

[knock]

Hello?

*

Anybody home?

*

- Grandpa?

- Howdy?

- Who are you?

- My name is Terrance.

Looking for John Landsburg.

I need a job.

- And you just walked
into this house?

- Yeah.

- What's the matter with you?

Didn't your parents
teach you manners?

- No, they weren't
around much.

- Well, if you're looking
for my grandfather,

step out there,
and the first hand you see,

ask them where the office is
and then wait.

- Might it be
a long wait, Miss...

- John Landsburg's
granddaughter.

And it could be all day.

- Well, John Landsburg's
granddaughter,

just so happens
I got all day.

- Cowboys.

[cows mooing]

*

- Hey, John, Lynnie's here.

- Who said that?

- Well, I just dropped her off
this mornin'.

- She up at the house?

- That's what I heard.

[horses galloping]

- Hey, Lynnie.

- Grandpa!
- Hey, kid.

How you doing?

- Hey, Grandpa.
- Hey, honey.

Oh, it's good
to have you home.

- I missed you.

- You got your same
room waitin'.

- Yeah?
- Ain't been touched.

Hope you're gonna stay
a little while.

- Hey, Hector.

- Hey, girl.

- Um, there's a man waiti''
for you by your office.

Says he's lookin' for work.

He walked right into your
kitchen without askin'.

- Well, ain't that nice?

There's your mother.

Go to her.

Go to her, Lynnie.

[melancholy music]

*

- I'll take that,
Ms. Landsburg.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hey, girl.

Didn't, uh--
didn't think you'd make it.

- Seemed like it was time.

- Well, come here.

[tender instrumental music]

*

- She looks good.

All grown up.

- Yup.

- Howdy?

- Entering my house
without permission,

layin' about...

not the best way
to get yourself a job,

if that's what
you're lookin' for.

- You must be John Landsburg?

- That's right.

Ever worked a gather before?
Let's talk inside.

- Uh, it won't be
necessary, sir.

Mr. Landsburg,

you've been served.

- Served what?

[tense music]

*

Well, ain't you
a little snake.

- Sorry to be the bearer
of bad news.

*

I mean that.

- Get out of here, son.

Go back where you came from.

*

How can they take
private property that's bought

and paid for?
They can't, can they?

- We need to see the deed.
Where is it?

- I don't know.

I'll look around.

- All right. You find it.

- Thanks, Paul.

I'll call when I know more.
- Hey, Grandpa.

Mom said dinner will be
ready in half an hour

if you want to go
get washed up.

Is everything all right?

- Fine, honey,

especially now that you're home.

I'll, uh--
I'll make myself pretty.

- Uncle Brady.

- Hey there,
City Lights.

Ah, long time.

You grew up real nice.

- Lynnie?
- Aunt Regan.

- [laughs]

- Hey.
- Oh, love.

- Hi, Tyler.
- We're so happy you're home.

- Hi, Hayden.

Who's this?
- That's Devin.

- Devin?
You've gotten so big.

- Now, careful Devin.

City girls are known
to be a little tricky.

[chuckles]

- Dinner's ready!

- Grandpa.
- Thank you.

- Careful now.
- Watch out. Watch out.

- Easy does it.

- Because they were
too shellfish.

- Um, I didn't find
that funny at all.

- Let me ask you, has anybody
been paying attention to Devin?

'Cause you need that
for building...

Eat plenty.
You got to build up muscle.

- [laughing]

- Grandpa, I got to say
the ranch looks as good

as the day I left.

- Thank you,
Lynnie.

Boys, I remember
when your cousin Lynnie

roped her first steer.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, it dragged her
through the mud

for about 50 yards.

If Becca hadn't yelled
to let go,

she'd still be hanging
on to that rope.

- How old were you?

- I don't remember.

Nine, maybe?

- She let loose,
jumped up,

stood straight up.

Proud as can be.
Ran to her mother,

wrapped her muddy arms
around her.

[laughter]

- That's right.
- She was a dirt ball.

[laughter]

- Dumbest girl I ever met.

- Probably take
after my father,

not that I ever met him.

What do you think, Mom?

Would you call my father
a stubborn man?

- How come you hardly
ever visit?

- Busy, Devin.

I like living in the city,
traveling.

And I had a heavy course load
in college.

- So why was it you, uh,

stayed away for so long?

- Your big sister
knows why.

- Past is the past.

You're home now.

And that's all that matters.

- Drink to that.

- Here, here.
- Water, I hope.

- Absolutely.

Nothing but
for the past 13 months.

- Good boy.
- Hey, that's great.

- Good for you, son.

- Thanks, Pa.
- Good boy.

- Cheers.
- To work.

- When your great-grandma
and grandpa,

Nellie and Jeremiah,
when they first saw this land,

they said, uh,

"This is the most
beautiful place

on God's earth."

There was almost
nothing here then,

no roads to speak of.

And they built

this little stone house,

and that's how they survived
the first winter, in that house.

They survived storms
of all kinds

and, uh, fires,

predators.

And they brought
the first calves

up into this area.

Little by little,

they made this ranch.

They saw it was good,
and they said,

"This is for our grandchildren
and their children."

They passed it down to us.

I've seen some of the world,
Lynnie,

in the service and such.

I ain't never been happier

much anyplace else.

I don't have to go nowhere.

Now, who wants some pie?

- I do.
- I do.

- Oh, oh, I know you do.

- I want some pie.
[laughter]

- I know it's not
my business, sugar.

- You're right, Aunt Regan.
It's not your business.

- Go easy on your mother,

'cause this is hard
on her too.

- Hey, guest of honor
doesn't do dishes.

What's going on here?

- Just showing
my appreciation.

- By all means,
carry on then.

- Well, you can
take over for me.

- I can do that.

[chuckles]
Thanks, Regan.

You, uh,

look good, Lynn,
beautiful.

- Don't bother.
It's not a happy place for me.

I don't want to be here
any longer than I have to be.

- All right.
Then why are you here?

What do you want?

- You know what I want.

- We have been over this
a thousand times.

Your father took a walk
long before you were born

and hasn't been seen since--

biggest mistake of my life.

- My father was a mistake?

- A mistake that led

to the greatest blessing
of my life.

- That doesn't cut it, Mom.

It didn't when I was kid,

and I'm not a kid anymore.

- No, you're not.

Honey, you are
a beautiful young woman.

- Just stop
with the down-home syrup.

I got enough of that,
with grandpa's speech.

- Hey, girls.

Lynnie, you must be tired
from your trip.

You better get--
get some shut-eye.

Chores start at 0430.

- What are you
talking about?

- No freeloaders here,
darling.

You know that.

Got to pull your weight.

And get paid a fair wage
like everyone else.

Sundays, off for church.

Say good night
to your mother.

She and I got some
business to attend to.

Go on, sweetie.
Cut a trail to bed.

- Good night, Mom.
- Good night, Lynn.

- I don't know
what I'm gonna do.

- Hey.

Give it a couple of days.
- Mm-hmm.

- Let's get some air.

That kid today...
- Mm.

- Served me with papers

from the Bureau
of Homeland Management.

They're trying to seize
a chunk of our ranch.

- What?

How are they gonna do that?
Eminent domain?

They have to make an offer,
set a court hearing?

- They say they're not
renewing our lease.

- What lease? We don't lease
any of this land.

We own every inch
of this property.

- I know.
That's what I don't get.

- Well, what part of the ranch
are they talking about?

- 107.6631 west.

- It's parcel 14,
the southwest side.

Butcher Hill.

- Where the big well is.

- Yeah, the big well.

- That well
recharges the ponds,

provides all the water
for the ranch.

- And half the others
in the valley,

during drought times.

- So...

that's what this
is all about--

water.

[tense music]

*

[baby laughing]

- Oh, thanks, man.

[gentle instrumental music]

[murmurs indistinctly]

*

[cows mooing]

- Hey, darlin'.

Wanna come
and give her a try?

Go on now.
[sighs]

She was rejected
by her mama,

so if we don't get a bottle
in her soon,

we might lose her.

'Cause I remember
you had a way with the calves

when you were little.

- Okay.

- All right now.
Come on, sugar.

[clicking tongue]

Attagirl. Attagirl.
[calf moos]

Attagirl.
Easy. Easy.

Okay. Okay.

[calf grunts]

[gentle instrumental music]

*

- [laughs]

- Attagirl.

[light instrumental music]

*

[engine turns over]

[engine chugging]

[indistinct chatter]

*

- Pack it in, Lynnie.

Put in a good day's work.

How'd it feel?

I'm gonna get cleaned up
and go into town.

You wanna come?
- No. I'm wiped.

- Okay.
I'm proud of you.

I'm proud of you, honey.
- Grandpa. Grandpa. Grandpa.

- Hey, kid.

- Grandpa.
- Take it easy. Take it easy.

What is it, champ?
Just slow down.

Take a breath.
- I got a B on my report card.

- Oh!

- Dad says
he's taking us out

to rejoice
at the impossibility.

I don't know
what that means.

- That means, uh,
work well done.

That's what it means.

Congratulations, son.
Here.

Yeah.
- Dad says you have a meeting

in town.
- Yeah, a long, boring meeting.

Why don't I give you a ride
and take my truck?

Go tell your daddy.

[laughs]

- Can we talk?

- About what, honey?
- I don't know.

Something's going on.
I want to know about it.

- Well, let me just finish up,
and I'll get back to you.

- Daddy.
- Nothing for you

to worry about.

[tense music]

*

[crickets chirping]

- I know grandpa's ready

because he has his rifle.

- [chuckles]

- Why you got your gun,
Grandpa?

- Well, ain't we
huntin' for tacos?

- You don't hunt
for tacos, Grandpa.

- You don't?

What you do with them
squirrely creatures?

- You eat 'em.
- Eat 'em.

- Oh, boy. Get in.
- Go on, guys.

- Get in the truck.
Everybody in.

- Buckle up.

- Grandpa.
- Yeah, Ty?

- Why do you bring
your rifle everywhere?

- Well, Ty,
nature's unpredictable.

Most days are calm,
but you should always be

prepared for storms.

Besides, we got
precious cargo on board.

Ain't that right, Jerry?

- I don't know
about precious.

- Well, they ain't too ugly.
Get in there.

- [laughs]

- All right.
Everybody in?

- Would you tell me the truth
if I asked you to?

- Yes. Always.

- There's something
going on with daddy,

and he won't tell me
what it is.

- You have to ask him,
Regan.

- But he told you.
- Look, I deal with a lot

of things on this ranch
that don't involve you, okay?

- No, this is my home too.

- The bureau is trying
to take parcel 14.

They say the lease is up,
and it's not to be renewed.

- But I thought we owned
all this property?

- We do, which is why
it doesn't make any sense,

but the big well
is on that block.

- Wait, what?

The big well is on 14?
No, I thought it was on 9?

- No, it used to be on 9,

but when we granted
the easement

to the Forest Service
for the firebreak,

the boundaries shifted.

- Well, I didn't know that.

- Well, the point is,
the big well is on 14.

We lose 14,
we lose our water.

- Well, it's all some
bureaucratic snafu, right?

- I don't know; we're gonna
find out; but you can't say

anything to anybody,
you hear me?

- Why would I say anything?

- I'm hungry.

- Honey, where are...
- Where is my bundle?

Here we go.

Here we go.
- Whoa.

- I want a quesadilla
with extra cheese.

- Well, you earned it.

This is your night.
- I'm getting five.

- Hey, one quesadilla
at a time, young man.

Come on.
- Hi, Mom.

- Hi, baby.
- Enjoy your walk.

- Okay, thank you.
[indistinct chatter]

- What was that?

Did you tell her?

- Yeah.
She took it pretty hard.

[clears throat]

- Check and see if anybody else
has been served.

I'm gonna just do
one little thing

with the kids,
then I'll join you.

- Okay, you tell Mabel
I said hey.

- Don't get cute.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, John.
- I want you to do something

special for Devin.
- Oh.

- A little, uh,
you know, celebration.

- Oh.

How about a sundae

with some rainbow
sprinkles on it,

some whipped cream,
cherry.

I'll pretty it up real nice.
- That'll do it.

- John Landsburg.

Aren't you even
gonna say hello?

- [softly] Laura Lee.

- Well, I haven't seen you
in town for a while, Laura Lee.

- Yeah, well, technically
I'm still a resident.

I believe I can come
and go as I please.

- Well, I ain't prying
into your personal--

- And you retired as sheriff

of this town a while back,
didn't you?

[chuckles]
- Peace.

- Come sit down.

Come on, sit down.

- Well, maybe for a second.

- So I hear you're having
a little trouble with your land.

- Is that so?
Where'd you hear that?

- Well, you know me.
Gossip is my middle name.

But if there's nothing
going on,

then I didn't hear anything.

- Things aren't so bad.

- Really?

I'm happy to hear that.

I do care about you,
you know.

- Well, this is something
of a reversal,

you putting aside
hostilities.

- Well, you know,

that was the echo
of old times.

- Yeah. Sometimes those echoes
can be tricky.

- Mm-hmm.

Our echoes were pretty tricky.

[laughs]

- So how's
your parents' house doing?

- Tap Peterson
is interested in taking it

off my hands.

- You and--you and Tap
are talking business?

- Got to go
where the money is.

- I was thinking of selling
some land myself.

- Really?
- Maybe to the Bureau.

- Really?
- Do you have

any connections there?

- Why would I have
any connections at the Bureau?

- Well, you always
seem to know

all the players.

- Can't help you.

- I'm late.

- Okeydokey.

- Nice to see you, Laura Lee.

- Nice to see you, John.

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

[tense music]

*

- Hey. How are you?
How you doing?

How are you, sweetie?
- Hmm.

- See Tap working the room.
- Hey, how's...

- I ran in to Laura Lee Schaefer
at the Hash.

- Oh, that harpy.

Every time I think
of the two of you together--

- Well, don't think
about it then.

She seemed to know
our troubles.

- How?

- Got me.

But she told me
that Tap's interested

in buying her parents' place.

- She's never
gonna sell that.

- Maybe not.

But Tap, the Bureau,
Laura Lee,

I think it's all
connected somehow.

- Really?
- I got a feeling.

- John.
- Hey.

[gavel bangs]

- I'd like to call
this meeting to order.

- Look,
I've sent pictures.

I've sent vet bills.

I've even sent 'em
fur samples,

and all they ever
tell me

is the wolves
are protected.

- So worried they're
not gonna listen.

You know
nobody else does.

[laughter]

- Are we gonna be reimbursed
for our losses or not?

- Ugh. Not as long
as the greenies

are in bed with the feds,
which they are.

- That's right.
- That's right.

- John, you've had
wolf trouble.

Would you like
to speak about that?

- Well, I believe that
we should get this whole valley

declared a wolf sanctuary

and put in
for eight-figure subsidies.

[laughter]

- Pencil me in
for some of that, John.

- Yeah?
Give me your number.

[laughter]

But, you know,
we have this Senator Archer.

I don't know
what he's doing

down in Washington, D.C.,
behind that desk.

- I'll tell you
what he's doing.

Zero.
- Yeah.

- Well, he should be out here
with his constituency

seeing what we're faced with.

- What'd you think, Tap?

The governor's
your golfing buddy.

- Oh, yeah, yeah,
he was, but, um,

the last time we played,
I beat him

like a red-headed stepchild.

[laughter]

He won't pick up
my calls anymore.

But I tell you what.

I do have some friends there

and, um, guarantee

I will get in touch
with some of 'em.

- You're gonna take care
of that?

- I just said I would.

- Any other business
to come before the meeting?

- Uh, you all know

what happened
in Washoba County?

The Bureau come in there
and condemned three ranches?

Eminent domain,
whatever that is.

And all the ranchers

in that area,

they all folded,

just stepped back,
let 'em take it.

- That ain't gonna happen here.
- That's right.

- No way.

- We got to stick together,
or they'll take

the whole valley from us.
- That's right.

That's right.
- Anybody here

have been approached
by the Bureau recently?

- Bureau wouldn't
come down here

and try to pull
any of that stuff.

They know better.

- That's right.

[indistinct chatter]

[gavel bangs]
- Meeting adjourned.

- Okay. Bless you.
We'll see you again.

[indistinct chatter]

- Tap.

- Yeah.
- Can I have a word?

- What do you need?

- Has the Bureau
of Homeland Management

approached you
in any way,

been by your place?

- Nah, um...

yours?

- What do you know, Tap?

- I believe
that I know, uh,

that you're about to get
what you, uh, got coming.

- Oh?

- Yeah, you see,
you know,

funny thing
about getting older,

the past sometimes fades,
but sometimes,

it gets a little stronger.

- Hmm.

- And the bad thing
about that is,

it's, uh, you can't do

a darn thing about it.

- But you are doing
something about it now.

- Yes, sir, I am.

That land, uh,

you're about to lose,

the land your grandfather
stole from mine,

I'm gonna do everything
I possibly can

to get that land back.

- No Landsburg
ever stole a thing

from a Peterson,

and you know
as well as I do

that your grandfather
sold that land

to the government,
and my grandfather

bought it from them
fair and square.

- No.

He leased it.

- The deed
to that property

has been in my family

for a hundred years.

- Hundred years?

If it was that simple,
I'd imagine

all you'd have to do
is just show me that deed.

- You're looking for trouble,
aren't you, Tap?

- I was born for it, John.

A lot of people
don't know that,

but I know that you do.

[tense music]

- Hey, boys,
what's the good word?

- Ah, just couple
good old boys just...

lying to each other
like they usually do.

You take care,
buddy.

- Sorry to bust that up.

Looked like you were
getting ready to have

a bit of a good go.

- There'll be
another time.

[train whistle blows]

- Thanks, Flo.

- I'll take one of those, Flo.

Seat taken?

- It is now.

- [grunting]

- What?

- Oh, I still remember
the first time

I saw you drinking beer.

- Oh, yeah?
- County Fair.

It was the year you won

the barrel races at the rodeo,

You were a sight
to behold, girl.

So strong, graceful.

- Mm, so much younger.

- [laughing]
- [chuckles]

- You're still
a beautiful woman, Rebecca.

- All right.
[chuckles]

- All right.

So how's things with Lynnie?

- My goodness,
how do you think

things are with Lynnie?

No idea she was gonna be
so angry.

- You should come clean
with her, Rebecca.

Be better for you both
in the long haul.

- Oh, you think so?
- I know so.

- Oh. Well,
thanks for that, Doc.

Appreciate that.

- No charge.

[gentle instrumental music]

- You've been very good to me,
Henry, you know that?

We should go do something fun,
what do you say?

Riding or--I don't know.

- Anytime.

- I got an ice cream
with rainbow sprinkles, Grandpa.

- Rainbow sprinkles?

Holy smokes.

Did you get--

Did you get any sugar in there?
- Yeah.

- Yes? That's no good.
Here, double up.

Sit on your brother.
- Got enough room?

- Yup.
- All right, squeeze in.

- Don't forget.

[foreboding music]

*

- I ran into
John Landsburg tonight.

- Oh, good.
Were you driving?

I hope it was that big truck.

- It's a little late
for being funny, isn't it, Tap?

- Uh, what can I do
for you, honey?

- I don't think that you
should go through with this.

- Oh, you don't think
I should go through with it?

- No. It's not gonna end well.

- I thought, um,

that you and John
were, um--were done.

- It is.

It's just that if John doesn't
know what's going on now,

he's gonna know real soon.

- Oh, don't worry, sweetie.
He already knows.

I told him to his face today.

- Why would you do that?

- Listen, let me explain
something to you.

When my grandfather lost

that land with the water on it,

it tore the man apart,

and he got to be drunk.

And then he went ahead
and torched down

every building on the property,

and they threw him in jail.

And my family just get ruined.

And now I got a chance

to make things right,

and there's nothing
that John Landsburg

can do about it.

As for you, my dear,

you'll get your money
when the deal is done.

So you got to keep
that mouth of yours shut.

Is that understood?

- * I was lost
- What kind of beers

you got on tap?

- We got Red Rocket,
Cutthroat Porter,

and Black Tooth on tap,

a list of bottled
on the menu.

- Hmm. You don't
remember me, do you?

[pop music]

- Can't say I do.
Should I?

- Happens all the time.
I go places with Clarence,

and nobody ever
looks at me.

Well, I can't blame them.
You know Clarence.

He gives
an indelible impression.

You remember him, right?

Big fella, fancy boots.

- What can I do for you?
I'm working right now.

- Well, you missed
your deadline, chief.

It's time to pay up.

- Look, I always honor my debts,

but I'm a bit short right now.

I'll need a couple of weeks.

- Download your daddy's
financials onto this.

You do that,
and we're square.

- My pop with a computer?
You might as well ask

for the keys
to a space shuttle.

- That's real funny, chief.

And what kind of computer
does Rebecca use, hmm?

Look, we want to know
who your daddy

owes money to and how much.

So tomorrow, I'll be back.

Maybe I'll get myself
a beer then,

but you might not even notice me

'cause I'll be bringing
Clarence with me.

[foreboding music]

*

[goat bleats]

[cows mooing]

*

- You.
- Terrance, ma'am.

- You worm.
You process server.

You better get out of here!
Get off this property!

- I'll put this trespassing--
come here.

[men grunting]

Who sent you?

What are you doing here, huh?

What are you doing here?
You--

Oh, you got--
- Look, calm down!

I'm looking
for your grandfather.

- Well, you found him.

Let him up, Hector.

You got any more
bad news for me, son?

- I'm looking for work.

- Hoss, that's getting
a little old.

- Mr. Landsburg,
I do need work.

I'm flat broke.

You seem like a fair man.

- Who hired you
to deliver those papers?

You have to be registered
to serve in this state.

- Are you okay, Lynnie?

- I'm fine, Brady.

- Are you sure, girl?

- Like you care, Mom.

- Are you registered

or not?

- I am.
I got the papers

at the courthouse
in the capitol.

- You didn't get 'em
from Tap Peterson?

- Uh, no, sir.
I--I don't know the man.

I just--I need a job, so...

- Well, assuming
that you can work cattle

better than you can fight,
you got a job.

Start tomorrow morning early.

Hector, you get him settled.

- Boss?

- Hector?
- Thank you, sir.

[horse neighs]

- Dad?

No references,
no discussion with your CFO,

you just hire
a total stranger.

- That's right.
- Why?

- He just lied to me again.

I'm sure he knows Tap.

- Well, then get him
the hell out of here.

- We keep him close,
we get a better a chance

of finding out
exactly what he knows.

- About what?

- Tap Peterson's using the
Bureau of Homeland Management

to come after
our property.

- How the hell
can he do that?

- Brady,
are you gambling again?

- No.

What does that have to do
with anything?

- Well, just trying
to put the pieces together.

- Yeah. Well, I ain't
one of 'em, Pop.

- Where are you going?

- A little road trip.

- Well, I'm coming
with you.

- You need to straighten
things out with Lynnie.

Maybe it's time
you told her the truth.

- Tell me about my father.

- Okay. So, um,

I focused on guys
your mom's age

or up to five years older, uh,

'cause I figured,
why waste a bunch of time

on a bunch of younger dudes?

And if they're too much older,

it's kind of creepy.

- Jeremy, what have we got?

- I checked, uh, databases,

birth records,
high school yearbooks.

I checked, uh, rodeos
and county fairs.

I came out with nine
likely suspects.

- Lynnie?
[knocks]

- What is it, mother?
- Hey, what are you doing?

- I'm talking to a hacker
that I hired

to try to find my father.

- Hi. Hi, I'm Jeremy.

- Good-bye, Jeremy.

You don't need
to do that.

I'll tell you
what you need to know.

- I think we scanned
and digitized

everything back in '05.

Ah. look,
here we go.

- Well, that is
my grandfather's signature.

- Hang on.
Zooming in.

[tense music]

- Wait a second, Brian.

My grandfather
couldn't have signed that.

Look, if we leased,
there would have been renewals.

Show me the records
for the renewal payments.

- [clears throat]
Well, actually I can't.

- Oh, you can't.

- It seems that there was
a clerical error

in your favor.

According to my supervisor,
the Bureau was unaware

that you had stopped paying
on the lease

or that it had even expired
until recently.

And in most cases,
the Bureau would take

legal action
for any back payments owed,

but you were
a granted reprieve.

We're just not
renewing the lease.

- Don't that sound
like a bunch of bull to you?

It does to me.

Let me speak
to your supervisor.

Let's do that right now.

- I was 17, and he was
a year older than I was.

Your grandpa and grandma
had told me

not to mess with him,
stay away from him,

and, um...

But I was young
and stupid

and rebellious, so...

- Was he cute?

- Oh, yeah.
Of course he was.

Grandpa knew that he was
into bad things,

there was a reason that
trouble followed him everywhere,

but, uh--but I took
your father's side.

And, oh, yeah, he was
attractive and strong-willed.

You got that from him,

but, um,

he didn't have
much character.

[gentle instrumental music]

And at the end of the day,
sweetheart,

character's all
that matters, okay?

- So what happened?

- Well, your grandpa
caught us together,

threw him out hard,
and, uh,

told me never see him again
and I didn't,

so a month later,
I found out I was pregnant.

And I went looking for him,
but he was gone.

Left town, disappeared,

forever, apparently.

So...

- Mom, what was his name?

- His name is Caleb Peterson.
He's Tap Peterson's boy.

[dramatic music]

*

Well, with all the bad blood
between our families,

I, uh, really couldn't
stand the idea of you

knowing that Tap Peterson
was your granddad.

- I need to meet my father.

I need to find him.

- We have looked for years,
your grandpa and I.

- Don't the Petersons
know where he is?

- They have always said no,

so we just stopped asking.

- If he's alive
I'm--I will find him.

- I love you, baby.

*

- I know you're in a tough spot,
Mr. Landsburg,

and I sympathize,

but I can guarantee you
this is not a forgery.

- You won some awards,
huh?

- Now, if you like,
you can file a complaint.

We can try to dig up
the original in D.C.

But if what you tell me is true,
I suggest you produce

your own copy of the deed,

signed and notarized
of course.

- Let's do both
just to be sure,

and I'd like a printout
of that deed in your computer.

- Agent McCarthy will help you
file the complaint.

You'll have to fill out
a request form

for a copy of the deed.

- You can't just print one out?

- Again, I sympathize,
but rules are rules.

Have a nice day.

[glass shatters]

[dramatic music]

- Have a nice day.

[somber music]

*

- Yeah, it's Jennings.
Guess who just paid me a visit.

John Landsburg.
Call me.

*

- [exhales sharply]

Hey, Daddy.
- Hey.

- What are you looking for?

- The deed.

The original deed,

to Butcher's Hill.
- Butcher's Hill?

- What we used to call
parcel 14.

I got deeds and titles

to everything else,

but Butcher's Hill is missing.

- Well, you want me
to help you find it?

- No, I'm done.
It's not here.

Grew legs and walked away.

Mind putting this back together
a little bit for me?

- Oh, yeah, sure, Daddy.
Yeah, I'll tidy up.

- Thank you.
Thank you, sweetie.

- Watch your step now.

[solemn music]

- [sighs]

But I would never turn my back
on my family.

*

I mean, in the end,

family's all you got,
you know?

*

Whoa.

I know I've held back
from you, Henry.

And I thought that
it was about my past

and who I was,
but it's not.

It's about fear,
plain and simple.

Fear of taking
that next step with you,

and it is--
it is still there.

- I'll never hurt you,
Rebecca.

- I brought you out here
for a reason, Henry,

and it wasn't just
for the ride.

I'm sorry.

- Well, what am I doing here?

- Tap Peterson is trying
to take our land from us,

Tap and the Bureau.

And we are running out of time,
running out of options.

Henry, please stop him.

- Well, that depends,
Ms. Landsburg.

- On what,
Sheriff Whitlock?

- If Tap Peterson
is doing something illegal

to take your property
and I can prove it,

or at least find
probable cause,

then, yes,
I can stop him.

I'd be glad to do so.

But I take the star
and my oath of office seriously

just like your father did.

- Oh, code, huh?
So that's it?

You're gonna hide
behind the law?

- No, I'm gonna uphold it.

Your father wouldn't
have it any other way.

Neither would you.

- Don't be so sure, Henry.

[clicks tongue]

- The sheriff, that's
your mother's boyfriend?

- I don't know.
I've never seen her date anyone.

- Where's your father?

- I don't know you
well enough to talk

about that sort of thing.

- You seem a little hostile
towards your folks.

- You don't know anything
about my family.

- I know they care about you.

- You think so?
- Shoot, my daddy

never looked me
in the eyes his whole life.

He just sat on his Barcalounger

and drank blended
Scotch whiskey.

- And your mom?
- Oh, my mom,

she worked two jobs.

Hated her life.

Hated everything
about it.

I don't even think
they noticed when I left.

- Grandpa gave it to me.

It's my grandmother,
Elizabeth.

- She was
a beautiful woman.

You take after her.

- You know,
I'm going to L.A.,

the first chance I get.

- Why don't you go now?
What's stopping you?

- Well, it sure isn't you,
if that's what you think.

- John Landsburg
during daylight hours?

Isn't there work
to be done somewhere?

- I just spent three hours
looking through real estate

records at the courthouse.

- No luck?

What's this?
- Got something for you.

[clicks tongue]
- Really?

[gasps]

Duke Ellington
at Fargo, 1949?

Wow.

- A good one?

- Oh, it's a classic,
John.

What a thoughtful gift.

- It was in the attic.

I just thought

you might like it.

Whoa.

That guy at the Bureau,

playing games,
giving me the runaround.

[grunts]

Oh, boy.

- Ooh.
- Oh.

- You're a one big knot,
John.

How's that feel?

[both chuckling]

If you try to jump
through every hoop

the Bureau puts in front of you,

you will be on a walker

before you ever get anywhere.

- I know he's lying.

I got to fight him out.

Can't let 'em on my land.

Never get 'em off.

- No, you're right,
you won't.

And they'll kill you in court,

take all your money.
You'll have nothing left.

I know what my mother would say.

- What?

- Someone needs a good spanking.

- I like your mother.

- My mother's always right.

[knock on door]

- [clears throat]

Hello, Terrance.

- Is Mr. Peterson here,
ma'am?

- Well...

he's in his study,
but...

- Can I speak to him?

- It's really late.

- It's important.

Mr. Peterson,
sorry it's so late.

- Hey, son.
How's your grandpa?

You know, we owe him a call,
you know.

- He is as well
as can be expected.

He just finished
his first round of chemo.

- Mm, have a seat.

- Without your help,
you know,

he would, uh--
he would be dead by now.

- You know, we, uh--

we do pray for him
every night.

- Thank you.

- I'd sure like to know
what brings you

to my house at this hour.

Is there something
I can do for you?

- What am I doing
at John Landsburg's ranch?

- Well, you're working there

until I tell you not to.

See, I'd like to know

everything he's doing.

I was wondering,
that little college girl

they got out there, uh...

Lynn.
- What about her?

- Well, I mean, she's sure
a cute little thing, isn't she?

- If you say so.
- If I say so?

[chuckles]
Well, I'd like you to...

just kind of stay
away from her,

all right, son?

- Why is that?

- Well, mainly 'cause
I just asked you to.

Just stay away from her.

It looks like
it's gonna snow.

You ought to be heading home,
don't you think?

Good night, son.

- Good night, sir.

[door rattles closed]

[somber music]

*

- Oh, Daddy.

48 hours?

- Yeah, it seems
like Tap can't wait.

- Well, there's got to be
something we can do.

- Bed-and-breakfast?
Sell a parcel?

Maybe you were both right.

- Yeah, but it's too late
for all that now, isn't it?

- I got to get my hands
on that deed.

Somebody took it.

But who?

Oh, sweetie.
- [crying]

- Oh, sweetie.

Rebecca's got
her mother's fire,

but you got her heart.

You got her heart,
honey.

- I miss her.

- That's for you,
thank you so much.

Have a good day.

Hey, where are you going?

- To see my granddaddy,
Tap Peterson.

- What? Now?

Lynnie!

Gosh darn it, girl.

[engine revving]

Oh, you're kidding me.

Oh, gosh.

- [singing in foreign language]

*

[hands tapping]

- Sorry to interrupt
the concert,

but I think it's time you and me
did something crazy.

- I'll get my boots on.

[light instrumental music]

*

- Excuse me.

- But...

outside...
[speaking indistinctly]

- Hi, I'm your
granddaughter.

- Excuse me?

- Your son Caleb Peterson
is my father.

- Uh, where did you come up
with a story like that?

- I want to find my father.

- Well, that's nice,

but, see, we're gonna have
a little problem here,

because, um,

I really don't want
to talk to you.

You're a Landsburg,
and, um...

I don't like talking
to Landsburgs.

They give me indigestion.

- You're a coward.

And your son Caleb,
my father,

is just a chip
off the old block.

- Now, look, young lady, um,

I don't much care
what you say about me.

But my son is not a coward.

I'm sure he had his reasons

for running off like he did.

It's a pretty good thing too.

So let me tell you something.

There's no way on God's earth

that I would let my son
run off with...

any one of John's daughters.

None.

- But I happened.
What about me?

- Collateral damage.

Hey, hey, hold it.

Hold it. Hold it.

Come here a minute.

[somber music]

*

Okay. You can go now.

*

- Lynn, what's going on, baby?

What happened?

Talk to me.

Hey, I'm here now, baby.

- [crying]

- Okay. Come on. Come on.

[door thuds]

[tense music]

[gun clicks]

- What are you doing here?
How'd you get in my house?

- Easy there, Mr. Jennings.

- You can't do this.
I'm a federal agent.

- You're a pencil-pushin'
bureaucrat and a liar.

- You're gonna lose
a lot more than just

your property, Landsburg.

- All right.
Wait, wait, wait, John.

Wait.

Listen, do not
get him riled up.

Last time you met,

you got him really riled up.

Don't even say anything.

Nod your head.

Okay? Good.

[rifle clicks]

No, John, come on.

Just don't shoot him.

He didn't mean any harm.

He's just following orders.

- That's right.

- Whose orders?

- Charlie Lincoln
in Washington.

- Never heard of him.

- He works for Senator Archer.

- Come here.

Sit down.

Keep talking.

- Charlie said
to get that parcel.

So I took the signature
from the original deed,

and I pasted it
into the fake,

and I uploaded it
into the system.

All I had to do
was backdate the file

to match the time frame
and personnel

to when we originally
digitized the records.

- Where's the deed?

- Shredded.

- How much you get
for ruining a man's life?

- Promotion to GS-15.

- How's Tap Peterson involved?

- Come on, you can say it.

Just--just come on.

[rifle cocks]

- Tap owned
the pillar cliffs

along the river.

Senator Archer wanted
that land for the Bureau

to designate it like
a monument to himself.

The only way that Tap would
get rid of that property

was to trade it for yours.

Some lady brokered the deal.

Sheffer, Schaefer.

*

- Laura Lee.

- Okay. That's it.

We're good, John.

We'll see ourselves out.

And we thank you for your
cooperation, Mr. Jennings.

*

- And then you said to him,
"Oh, you can say it.

Come on, you can say it."
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on.

Come on.
[laughing]

- Look, we got company here.

Henry.

- I heard an ugly rumor
out of the capitol

that some supervisor
at the Bureau

got himself threatened
at gun point.

- No kidding?

- Know anything
about that?

- Not a thing,
Sheriff.

You?

- Nope.

- I guess it must
just be a rumor then.

- I heard something too,

not just a rumor.

That supervisor admitted

that the deed they have
on file is a forgery.

- Do you have any proof for that
other than your word?

- No.
But you do have my word.

- John, that's not evidence.
That's respect.

- I guess respect's not worth
what it used to be.

- No, sir. It is not.

It's important to me, though,
that you know how I feel.

- I appreciate that.

- You got to know

I need to be there tomorrow

when the Bureau comes.

- Sure.

- All right.

[somber music]

[doorbell dings]

- Hey, John.

This is a surprise.

- No, it isn't.

- No, it isn't.

Do you want a drink?

- No.

Hmm. Fixing it up
to sell, huh?

- No. I'm not gonna
sell this place.

There's too many
memories here.

- Your daddy ran me off
a couple of times.

- [laughs]

Well, serves you right
for sneaking

into an innocent girl's bedroom.

- I guess you were
never innocent.

- No.

- Why'd you do it, Laura?

Why help Tap destroy my family?

- For the commission, John.

Girl's got to eat.

[somber music]

*

You know, there's always
a place for you here

if you needed time.

- Senator Archer
must be really desperate

for a legacy
to risk all this.

- Well, all politicians
want stuff named after them.

They have bigger egos
than movie stars.

- It has to be something
more than that.

- Yeah, of course.
It's money.

Tap and the honorable senator,

they own an energy company.

So they're gonna build
a solar power plant on your dirt

with a real nice
federal subsidy.

- They don't need
my well for that.

- No. Your water's
gonna be diverted

to restore a salmon run.

- Thank you, Laura.

Appreciate the candor.

- Welcome.

I did mean what I said about

there's a place
for you here.

- Look.

Guilty people
should make amends,

or they'll pay for it
somewhere down the line.

- Yeah, if you believe
that sort of thing.

- Yeah, if you believe
that sort of thing.

*

- Tap's been spoiling
for this fight

his whole life,
you know.

Be careful.

[knock on door]

- Um, you armed?

- [chuckles]
No.

- Then why don't you
come on in?

- I think Lynnie deserves
to know who her daddy is.

We've kept it from her,

you know, for good, for bad.

It just doesn't
matter anymore,

does it?

I loved your son.

I loved him.

And he said he loved me.

- I never ran him off.

- Oh, he was a liar then?

- Caleb was not a liar.

- I never heard from him again.

I never heard another word.

Not another single word
from him ever.

What kind of person does that?

He's a coward and a liar.

He lied to me.

[somber music]

*

- Your dad called and said
he caught you guys

together again, and, um...

and then he knocked Caleb
on his butt.

He called me,
told me what he did.

Things got a little heated,

a little out of hand.

I told him to get
his butt over here.

He said he was
gonna come over,

do the same to me.

- Mama never
let him out the door,

so I guess she saved y'all...

both some unwanted trouble.

- John, maybe, but not me.

- How is that?

- John Landsburg...

trespassing on my property,

it was--it was not a threat.

It was an opportunity
to take care of things.

Sat around in the house,
got my shotgun, and...

just waited on him
in the dark there.

You see, the dark has
a lot to do with this story.

So pretty soon,
I see your daddy come...

walking up that driveway
there, and I...

yelled, "Hey, John."

He don't say nothing,

don't turn his head,
nothing.

So I shot.

But it wasn't John.

It was Caleb, my son.

I shot my son Caleb.

But I guess
it's just something...

That was meant to be.

'Cause you were a Landsburg

and I was a Peterson.

*

I'm very sorry about it all.

You tell your daddy...

Tell him I'm gonna
come by tomorrow

to get that land.

*

- It's busy.

- Hey, cover for me?

There's a meeting
down at the courthouse.

I got to be there.

- * And the lives we live

- Okay.

- Come here.

- [grunts]

- Howdy, Brady.

You got them financials for me?

[tense music]

- Can have it back.

There ain't nothing on it.

I don't care who you work for.
I won't do it.

Leave my family alone.

- Hold this.

- Beat him.
Don't kill him.

[ominous music]

- I'm not much for asking
for things, as you know,

but the Bureau
is coming to take

a piece
of my ranch tomorrow.

To do it, corrupt officials
altered documents

my grandfather signed
a hundred years ago.

I lived here all my life.

Like my daddy,
my grandfather most of his.

My family owns every inch

of that land
they're trying to steal.

- They're trying
to take the water,

and you all know
what that means.

They take our water,
we're bankrupt,

and it's trouble
for all of us.

- So I'm asking you.

I'm asking you to stand with us.

Stop the Bureau
from tearing down our fence,

from seizing our well.

Stop them from robbing
our family of its legacy.

But this is--this is
a community thing.

This affects us all.

- Well, you're asking people
to risk their lives, John.

- Look, if we allow corrupt men
to thumb their noses

at the laws that we live by,

who'll they come after next?

You, Dr. Taylor?

You, Elaine?

I buried my brother...

my mother...

and my wife

on that land
they're trying to steal.

- John...

I got my own family
that I got to worry about.

Come on, baby.

I can't risk their future

by standing out there with you.

None of us can.

I'm sorry, John.

- Well, I appreciate
everyone coming.

It was good of you--good of you
to be here to hear me out.

[indistinct chatter]

*

- This is all my fault,

'cause I took the deed.

I took the deed,
and I gave it

to Laura Lee Schaefer.

- Why?

- Laura Lee came to me.

She said she heard
we were having money problems

and she had a solution.

You sell a parcel
to save the ranch,

save my home.

She told me she needed
to see all the deeds

for the buyer.

- And you believed her?

- I didn't know
she was working for Tap,

and I didn't know
she took one,

till you told me
the deed was missing.

I'm so sorry, Daddy.

- Oh.
- I'm so sorry.

*

- What's going on?

- I was just telling your sister

that she can have no part
in this today.

She's got the boys and Jerry
to think about.

- What are you gonna do?

- I'm going with him.

- No one's going
out there but me.

- There's nothing in this world
you could do to stop me.

- Us. Daddy, us.

- I don't want you girls
going, and that's it.

- This is our ranch too, Dad,

and we'll decide what we do.

*

[door creaks open]

- Like old times?

- Flashing on Desert Storm.

- Right.
- [chuckles]

- Just don't get
any sand in it.

- Okay, boss.

- Well, look at you.

- This ranch is who we are,

and I'll be damned if I ain't
gonna be a part of that.

- Son, there might not be
much ranch

come day's end.

- Well, not without a fight.

- Never was there a family
with less sense.

- Hmm.

- Okay.

Go get yourself cleaned up.
- All right.

[light instrumental music]

*

*

- We'll make a camp
right here.

- All right.
- Build a camp.

We're gonna tie those horses

to the wellhead.

- Got you.
- All right.

[sirens wailing]

[tense music]

*

- Want me
to build fire, boss?

- Better hold off on that.

*

Stay right there.

This is private property.

- In 25 minutes,

this land and that well

belong to the federal
government.

We can wait.

- Well, maybe I'll stick
around then too.

[engine revving]

[horn honking]

- Where's the sheriff?
- I haven't seen him.

Morning, Peterson.

- Okay. Let's head up
over here, you guys.

*

- What are you doing here?

- Figured you wouldn't mind
a few of those

Bureau guns aimed at me.

- You don't fire that thing

unless I tell you.

- Copy that.
- Grandpa!

[horse neighs]

- I actually
don't own a firearm.

I'm a firm believer
in gun control.

- Well, then you stay
behind me, girl.

Here, take this for me.
- Yeah.

- And put it over there.
- Okay.

- Everyone take cover.

Brady, over here.
- All right, Pop.

- Hector, with the girls,
you stay there.

- Got it.

- What you're doing is wrong.

The deed you've been shown
is a lie.

It's a forgery.

Tap Peterson
knows it's a forgery.

He arranged it.

- That's a bunch of garbage.

- Now, I don't know how many
of you have shot anyone.

It's not a great feeling.

But I can't let you on my land,

and I will do what I have to

to keep you out.

You don't know who I am,
most of you.

But the people around here
will generally tell you

that I mean what I say.

Now, that's just who I am.

- Who are you?

What kind of family
do you come from?

We live and die
for the land

that our fathers
gave us.

That's who we are!

- Ronnie Tivit,

are you gonna shoot us?

Are you?

Really?

- Put down your weapons!

- Never.

How's that?

[suspenseful music]

[horse neighs]

- Daddy.

- Hey, boys.
- Hey, hey.

Hey, hey.

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

*

- Hey, baby.
- [laughing]

They all came because
they remembered

everything you
had done for them.

- All right.
You get safe now.

Get safe now.
- All right.

- Okay. Hector take Brady.

Camp right over there,
right behind that!

Well, you got to move
some of them trucks.

[laughs]

Hey, man.
- [speaking indistinctly]

We're ready.

- Oh, you are ready.

Man, is it good to see you,
Martin.

Thanks for coming, guys.

Get over there
behind that truck.

[all speaking at once]

Ellie, turn those cars out
up in this direction.

- The National Guard
will be dispatched shortly!

If you do not lay down
your weapons and disperse,

you will be arrested!

Take Mr. Landsburg
into custody.

- I gave you fair warning.

Don't you dare move.

Get in position.
Get in position, you guys.

*

- Daddy, look.

- Do you see that?

*

- Stand down now.

Come on, boys,
put your weapons down.

- Guys, guys, guys,
guys, guys, guys.

- It's the sheriff.
- Guys!

Guys, stand down!

Come on out of the way.
- I'm from the capitol.

Step aside.
- Thank you.

John Landsburg!

John!

Judge Gibson from the capitol

has granted you a stay!

The Bureau can't take any action
against Landsburg Ranch

pending further investigation.

- Yeah.
- Whoo-hoo.

- All right.
- Show's over.

Let's put those guns down now.

We're all part
of the same community.

- Nice work, everyone.

[indistinct chatter]

- Come on, let's all go home.

[cheers and applause]

- Back down, back down.

Back in the cars. Back down.

- How'd you do that?

- I can be a pretty persuasive

on the right occasion.

- Yes, you can.

[all cheering]

[laughter and cheers]

[bright instrumental music]

- Thanks for--thanks, everybody,
for coming.

- That's right.

You're all invited.

[indistinct chatter]

- Yeah, you too, you too.
I'm glad you came, man.

I'm so glad you came.

[indistinct chatter]

*

- Your great-grandma
and grandpa,

Nellie and Jeremiah,

faced many challenges,

passed this ranch down to us.

But they were strong,
they worked hard,

and they never gave up.

And we're not about to either.

- * I can ride

* With the cowboys

[upbeat country music]

* I can ride with the cowboys

*

* I can ride with the cowboys

*