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the Longmire residence.

Sorry we're not here
to take your call.

Please leave a message.

We'll be happy to call you back.

Walt. Hey, it's Vic.
Pick, up, pick up, pick up.

All right. So,
Billy and Bob Barnes called.

Said to send someone out
to Pronghorn Ridge,

and it's my day off.

I really don't want to go.

Walt?

Damn it.

Walt, it's Vic. Again.

I am calling you on my day off

as I am driving out
to Pronghorn Ridge.

I don't want to deal
with these wing nuts on my own,

so I expect you to get your ass
out there and help me.

Please.

You've reached
the Longmire residence.

Sorry we're not here
to take your call.

Please leave a message.

We'll be happy to call you back.

Walt, it's Vic.
We got a dead body.

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Sorry I kept you waiting, Vic.

No, you're not.

So, where are the Barnes boys?

I was sick of the old one
hitting on me,

so I sent them back up
to their truck.

The body Is way up here,

about 200 yards.

That's a sheep.

I said we had a dead body.

I never said what species.

So, now that you're here,
you got it under control.

I guess I'll go home,
enjoy my day off.

And miss all the fun?
Come on.

We camped out last night

so we could get huntin'
first thing this morning.

We checked it out
and saw that somebody shot a sheep.

There are no footprints
heading up that hill.

How'd you get close enough
to see the sheep had been shot?

Well, my scope.

Your scope?

Now, normally, we would
ignore a dead sheep,

but I know how it looks...

a couple of guys up here with
a couple of drinks in 'em,

taking target practice.

I swear that ain't
what happened, Walt.

This sucks.

Look, I know I've only
been here six months,

but I'm not exactly a rookie.

You've made that clear.

Just about every day for six months.

I'm just saying,

I was working homicide in
Philadelphia for five years.

And a dead sheep is a waste
of my talent...

And my time.

Last thing I want to do
is waste your valuable time.

So, why don't you start
knocking on a few doors

and see if anybody saw anything?

I want a raise.

Seriously, though, Walt,

what kind of messed-up person
shoots a sheep?

I mean, I know they're not
as cute and fluffy

as they're made out to be and all,
but they're nice enough.

Walt?

What you doing?

Thinking.

I do that sometimes before I talk.

You know what they call
a flock of ravens?

Um, no.

An "unkindness"...
an unkindness of ravens.

What the hell is wrong with "flock"?

"Unkindness" is just
a little more apropos.

Oh, shit.

That a 12-gauge Mossberg?

Hunting accident?

Nah.
Look at his clothes.

More apres-ski than avid hunter.

Well, it looks like he went down
before it started snowing.

I'll check with the weather
service, see when that was.

Let's flip him.

Okay. Go.

Careful, careful.

Exit wound is obviously here.

Means he was shot in the back.

The shooter could've been anywhere...

high ground, low ground,
behind a tree.

Victim never shot back.

Sometimes you are so full of shit.

What are you, Cheyenne?

Smell oil, the gun's been cleaned.

Smell gunpowder, it's been fired.

I smell oil.

What's wrong?

When you been doing this
as long as I have,

you get so you know about every face

in Absaroka county.
So, who is he?

That's the thing.

I don't know.

You wait right here, Mr. Parkford.

Where you been, Walt?

People were asking after you
at the pancake breakfast.

Just out tending to
the police side of the job.

But nice to know you got
the glad-handing covered.

I was just representin'.
Can't serve the community

if we don't talk
to the community, sheriff.

A man got shot and killed out there.

I think the community
will understand.

I thought the Barneses
were just pulling another drunken prank.

What happened?

Look who just got interested
in police work.

Walt, if you got yourself
a cellphone,

you could've called me directly
and told me what was up.

I don't need a cellphone, Branch.

I just need you to
be part of the team.

Can't just dip in and out of the job
when it suits you.

All right, then,
let me help the team.

Who got shot?

A sheep and a man named Parkford.

And Vic's lead deputy on this one.

I got ya.

Maybe I should go out there
and apologize to her.

One dead body's enough.

Morning, sheriff.

Ruby, how we doing today?

Well, somebody trashed
Craig Martin's pickup...

sprayed all over it with spray paint,

mostly derogatory comments,

one specific warning to
women not to breed with Craig.

Okay, I paraphrased that part.

Doc Bloomfield wants
to reschedule your physical.

Vic called four times wondering
when you're gonna send the Ferg out.

And Cady wanted to confirm lunch.

Call Craig Martin.

Tell him to apologize
to his girlfriend.

"No" on the physical,

and tell Cady we can try
for lunch tomorrow.

Why don't you call her, sheriff?

- She's your daughter.
- She likes you better.

And what about Vic?

Is the Ferg dressed
for the elements today?

I got some capilene in my car.

Where am I going?

Pronghorn Ridge trailhead.

Vic's out there.
She'll fill you in.

I'll go with you, Ferg.

No, Branch, you're staying here.

Victim had a 12-gauge Mossberg.

Book it into evidence.

These are the plates on the vehicles...
tell me who owns 'em,

what guns they do
and don't have registered.

See if any of them know
the Barnes boys,

the victim, or if they
heard any gunshots.

This is Wyoming.
Everybody hears gunshots.

Where are you going, sheriff?

To drop the victim off
at the hospital

so doc Bloomfield can get
an autopsy going.

Then I'm going to Wheatland.

That's a five-hour drive.

That's where the victim's from.

This kind of news is best
not delivered over the phone.

You're gonna notify next of kin?

Ferg, why are you still here?
Sorry.

Hey, Walt, that's a long-ass drive.
I could do that for you.

You could.

Then you wouldn't be doing
what I asked you to do.

He hasn't done a notification
in a while.

He hasn't done much in a while.

Are you Susan Parkford?

I'm sheriff Longmire,
Absaroka county.

That's practically Montana.

Yeah.
Uh, could I come in?

Of course.

I just, um... I just have
a couple questions,

if you don't mind.

Okay.

Do you know where your husband is?

Laramie... at the university.

There's a conference.
He's a high school teacher.

Is he in some kind of trouble?

How long's he been in Laramie?

He left yesterday...
early, before I got up.

- He a fisherman?
- No.

Well, a little bit,
but those are mine.

I tie flies and sell them to
an outfitter in Jackson hole.

A little extra spending money.

Do you know if he had
any business up in Durant?

Durant? No.

Now, please, t-tell me
what's going on.

Mr. Longmire, sir,
you're making me real nervous.

I'm afraid I have some very bad news.

Your husband, um...

- What is it?
- He, uh...

What is it?
Please, God, tell me.

What's happened?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Parkford, he's, um...

He's gone.

No!

Walt, pick up.
You there?

Vic needs to talk to you.
She found something.

Walt?

Walter?

Son of a...

It's Vic.

How's it going?
Walt?

What, you finally broke down
and bought a cellphone?

Borrowed one.
Uh, radio's on the Fritz.

- Ruby said you called.
- Yeah, I found a slug.

Never seen one like it before.

It was about 30 yards from the body,

20 from the sheep.

I'm looking for the casing.

I've got the Ferg
taking some pictures.

I hear you did the notification.

Yeah. Uh, Parkford's, wife
didn't even know

that Grant was in Durant.

Thought he was in Laramie
for the weekend.

Oh, so then this is all about sex.

Take it easy, Vic.

When the husband lies about where
he's going for the weekend,

it's always about sex.

So, Vic, did you know that
Branch was running for sheriff?

Branch Connally. You're shitting me.
I had no idea.

What are you gonna do about it?

It's a free country.

I'll come by in the morning
and pick up that slug,

see if Omar can help us
identify the murder weapon.

You expecting an invasion, Omar?

Well, thought I'd get started
since I was on Walt time.

What happened to your hand?

Hurt it.

Well, your message said
that you found a big slug,

so I pulled out all the most
popular high-caliber rifles.

This about that thing in the paper?

No comment.

The Longmire "yes."

And if you're here
instead of your deputy,

you think it's murder.

That is a lot of lead.

.45,.70 at least.

None of the rifles I've been
testing are made for this.

Any modern rifles you know of
that shoot this caliber?

No.
Gotta be something old.

Odds are, in this part of
the country, it's a sharps.

Called 'em horse killers.

Take a horse down from 500 yards.

Pretty valuable antique now.

Now, this gun's got its drawbacks.

It's heavy, makes a hell
of a lot of smoke,

and with a drop block,
it takes about five seconds to reload.

Appreciate the help, Omar.

You bet.

Hey, Walt.

The sharps is a sniper's weapon.

And there are two types
of people that like to kill

from a distance... cowards and pros.

In my experience, both are dangerous.

I'll be all right.

Vic.

Vic!

Vic!!

Vic!! Vic!

You find a casing?!

No!

Pants!

So, how can I help you
today, sheriff?

I'm looking for a sharps rifle.

Oh, an original?
Don't have any right now.

But I'll tell you what I do have...

this Henry "yellow boy" rifle.

It's nice.

And this Colt Peacemaker.

Both used at little bighorn.

Bet you got custer's mustache
back there, too.

Yeah.

No, I'm mainly interested
in the sharps, Dan.

Names of the buyers and sellers.

Sheriff business.

Well, I've only seen a few sharps

in the last couple months.

Charles Burnett...
he sold me the real deal,

but he bought it back
a few weeks ago.

Apparently, Charles' grandfather

was not too happy with him
selling it without asking.

It's sad, though.

We get all kinds of people
in here, you know...

Cheyennes, whites, crows, all kinds,

just selling off family
heirlooms to make ends meet.

Any other names come to mind?

Oh, I file all the guns
I buy and sell with the ATF.

So, I'll check my office
if you don't mind waiting.

I'm very good at waiting.

Hey, Walt, when we expanded the grid

to look for the casing,
we found something else...

pants.

Just tell me on the way to the res.

Okay.

Talk to Branch yet
about the knife in your back?

Just hop in. 'Cause I want
to be there when you do.

What the hell happened to your truck?

And your hand... you hurt your hand.

You're right.

You should consider a career
in law enforcement.

They were a good 75 yards
from the victim.

The problem is they're wranglers.

Pretty common pants,
pretty common size.

Just that buckle.
Let me see that.

- What? You recognize it?
- Maybe.

I can't think of why.

Here.

"Tommy Proud Eagle, Charles Burnett,

Jefferson Stone."

All Cheyenne, all bought sharps rifles
from Dan Estes in the last year.

That's the gun that killed Parkford.

In a world where you can buy
an AK-47 off the Internet,

why use an antique like this?

Might be old,
but it still gets the job done.

Any of these guys connected
to Grant Parkford?

Don't know.

That's why I want to talk to them.

And you think the tribal police
are gonna help us do that?

I like to think
if there's a murder involved,

they'll put aside
petty personal differences

and help us find a killer.

They may not think that you throwing
their police chief in prison

is exactly petty.

He's the one who decided
to run an extortion racket, not me.

What did I tell you?!

What the hell?!

Vic! Stop!
That's enough.

He did say he'd knock me out
the next time he saw me.

Didn't really keep your word,
did you, Mathias?

What do you want?

I want to speak to some people
of interest who live on the res.

You don't get it.

You have no authority here.

Those are the treaty rules.

And I know how important
treaties are to you whites.

I know you're pissed at me,
but this is serious.

There's been a murder.

I know the kind of rifle used.

It's rare, but at least three folks
that live on the res own one.

I was hoping just this once

you let me and Vic on the res.

Give me the list, and we'll
look into it for you...

kind of like a joint task force.

But I got to tell you,

kind of shorthanded around here.

We lost our police chief, chief.

How the hell could you just
stand there and take that?

That son of a bitch
better not step off the res.

For the last time,
just leave it alone.

Fine.

I've tracked down all the vehicles
parked at Pronghorn Ridge.

Aside from the victim's S.U.V.
and the Barneses' truck,

there were two other vehicles...

one belonged to a pair of hikers,
the other belongs to Scott Miller.

Well, aren't you the eager
little beaver?

Scott Miller have a license?

I thought you might ask that.

Also, the weather service
called back.

Told me the snow
came on pretty sudden

around 3:30, 4:00 A.M.
yesterday,

so Parkford was probably
shot before then,

when it was still clear skies
and a full moon.

I talked to Jake Hicks
from the crazy "J" ranch.

He's pissed about the dead sheep,

but he says he's never heard
of the victim.

And speaking of the victim,

after you left,
I remembered something.

Parkford came into the station
about a month ago.

What?

Our victim came in here and you...

- you didn't tell me?
- Uh-oh.

Look, I'm sorry I didn't
remember the name immediately.

It's not like you showed me
a picture of the guy.

But I did remember it,
and I'm telling you now.

Maybe if we had a more
up-to-date computer syst...

Why, Branch? Why did the
victim come into my station?

Some friend of his, a woman
named May Stillwater,

was looking for her missing daughter.

Parkford was helping out.

He brought a photo
of the missing girl.

Her name's Lilly.

- And what did you do?
- Everything I could.

Parkford wasn't a relative.

Couldn't file
a missing-persons claim,

and he said the girl
was from the res.

By law, that makes it
a tribal police problem,

so I forwarded the info on to them.

I could've called the feds, but I know
you don't like it when they get involved.

Why didn't you tell me
any of this at the time?

Well, you haven't exactly been
on top of your game

for the last year.

Vic, the Ferg, and I have been
trying to handle everything,

but it's not easy.

Well, sorry I haven't been
here to hold your hand.

It's called delegating.

That's part of
the sheriff's job, Branch.

Speaking of which, is there
anything else you forgot to tell me?

Anything you think I should know?

- Anything?
- No.

No.

So, where you going now?

To do what you should have done...

talk to this girl's mom

and find out what the hell
Grant Parkford

was doing in this county.

I know your memory is slipping,

but didn't the tribal police
basically just tell you

to stay the hell off the reservation?

Well, I never said
it was gonna be easy.

Hey, Henry.

I need a favor.

And I need a wingman.

Gina here does not want
to leave her sister,

and I was just saying
how my best friend is single,

employed,
and almost as charming as me.

How'bout it?
Dinner in town,

or should we just eat here
at the red pony?

Will you ladies excuse us?

You got to get back
on the horse, Walt.

I appreciate the advice,
but that's not what I'm here for.

Standing bear, I thought
you were coming alone.

Hello, May.

Those dogs have a sixth sense.

They smell white people.
Who's in the truck?

He wants to help.

Well, what the hell took you so long?

She's been missing three months.

I'm here now, and I do want to help.

Do you have any idea
where she may have gone?

Well, if I knew that,
I would've gone after her, wouldn't I?

Have you heard from her since then?

Once.

We had a big fight, and she left.

So she was staying
with some older girl

who left the reservation.

What do you know about the girl
she was staying with?

Not much. They say
she's a prostitute.

My boyfriend?

He says that he thinks
that Lilly's into that, too.

But I don't believe it.

She's only 16.

Is this a recent photo?

Where did you get that?

It was given to one of my deputies
a couple weeks ago

by a man who said he was helping
you look for Lilly.

Oh, my God.

Grant came to see you?

I didn't realize
he was doing anything.

He never called me back.

But you do know Mr. Parkford?

Yes, of course.
He's Lilly's father.

He didn't tell you that.

No, ma'am.

Well, I guess he wouldn't.

He asked me to stop calling him
after he got married.

Did you?

Yes... until last month.

I was so desperate.
Nobody would help.

So I called Grant.

And he said he was sorry
he couldn't do anything.

But I knew he would help.

Grant's a good man.

May, you said you have a boyfriend.

He have any idea
where Lilly may have gone?

Charles and Lilly don't get along.

That wouldn't happen to be
Charles Burnett, would it?

Yes.

Ms. Stillwater, we'll do
all we can to find your girl.

Thank you.

And tell Grant...
tell him thank you, too.

I will.

We pretty much swept the hookers
out of Absaroka last year.

You heard of anything new
about prostitution

in the county or on the res?

Not my thing.
Never had to pay for it.

Have I lost a step?

What?

I just had to ask you

about the state of the sex trade
in my own county.

You are an optimist.

You don't like to think
of the depravity of humankind.

And also, yes, you have lost a step.

Hardly an optimist.

It's not an hour ago,
I thought Grant Parkford

was just some guy having an affair.

Never occurred to me he was
doing something heroic.

Heroic?

Trying to save his daughter
from prostitution

seems honorable.
Maybe.

But just because a man

decides to make up for
all his mistakes in one day

does not mean the rest of the world

is going to be so quick
to forgive him.

Hey, punk.
Hey.

You scared me.
Sorry. I let myself in.

I made some coffee.

What are you doing here, Cady?

You canceled on lunch and dinner, and
I'm just seeing if everything's okay.

Hey, I never canceled dinner.
We never planned that.

Oh, okay.

Now, how'bout
I make us some pancakes?

No, I got to be in court.

What happened to your hand?

I hurt it.

This job... you have got
to be more careful.

Well, you may not have to worry
about that much longer.

Branch Connally's decided
to run against me,

so I might be
out of a job soon enough.

Where did you get that?

From inside.

It's amazing that I found
anything in there.

The place is even more of a mess
than last time.

I was looking for coffee,
and I found that.

You've got mom's ashes
in the kitchen.

I'm worried about you, dad.

I think you might need some help.
I don't need any help.

The house is a disaster area.

I'm fixing it up.
I'm remodeling.

With beer cans?

Well, if we're not gonna
have any breakfast,

I have some work to do.
I heard about the accident,

and I heard that you had empties
all over your truck.

I wasn't drinking.

I really think you need
to talk to someone.

I talk to people all day long, Cady.

What I could really use
is a break from all the talking.

You need to deal with this.

People are asking me
where they can visit mom.

Scatter her ashes.

Put them in an urn at a mausoleum.

Put her name on a freaking
bench, but deal with it.

Because I'm not gonna watch you
just wallow in this for another year.

You're gonna be late for court.

Okay.

- Morning, Dan.
- Walt.

I went back five years in my records

and found some more sharps
rifles buyers and sellers.

Thanks.

Is there something else?

Yeah... these sconces.

- Consider selling 'em?
- They're not mine to sell.

I'll give you $800 for 'em...
a lot more for the bookcases.

How'd you end up with such
amazing pieces in a sheriff's station?

Long time ago, this place
used to be a library, so...

Vic, give me those pants.

If I had a dime for every time
a man said that to me...

I remember why

the belt buckle on the pants
looks so familiar...

it's from the old 10 point ranch.

Never heard of it.

That's 'cause it's called
the Driggs ranch now.

- Used to be 10 point.
- I told the sheriff

you all would cooperate,
so I expect you will.

We found something out
at Pronghorn Ridge trailhead.

And we want to return them
to their owner.

Anyone recognize these?

No?

Okay.

Take off your pants.

Hello, Cinderella.

They're wranglers.

They could belong to anybody
in the state.

Not wearing this belt.

Colton, that is the buckle

I gave to you on your 21st birthday.

What the hell is going on?!

I was out there trying to get laid.

- Who were you there with?
- Nobody.

I mean, I went out there alone.

Just you and a herd
of soft, compliant sheep?

What? No. No.

My boys dared me to go out there
'cause that's where the...

the girls that you pay to...

You mean hookers?

Colton, there aren't any prostitutes
anywhere near Pronghorn Ridge.

Well, not now.
They moved the RV.

The RV?
Yeah.

They move around so folks
like you can't find 'em.

Hey!

You were with a prostitute in an RV?

Yeah, but we didn't do anything,
all right?

I mean, started to kind of get into it,
and this --

this big guy walked in,
and I was like...

I was like, "Whoa, hang on, dude."

But then he threw me out
without my damn pants on.

Can you describe the big guy?

Big.

I didn't get a good look at him.

What about the girl?

Told you, my friends
wanted proof that...

they dared me to go out there.

You say they...

They move this RV around

so folks like me can't find it.

How do folks like you
go about finding it?

I don't know.

The girl in this photo,

the one you paid to have sex with...

she's 16 years old.

Now, that's statutory rape
in the state of Wyoming.

Yeah, but I never had sex with her.

You answer the damn question!

If you want to know
where the RV's at,

go talk to the Indian
at the red pony.

What the hell have you gotten
yourself into, Henry?

Jukebox is broke.
It only plays country.

That's not what I'm asking about.

Well, then I guess you better tell me
what you are asking about

so I can give you a better answer.

Are you running some kind of
escort service out of this bar?

Well?

I'm only gonna wait so long
for you to crack a smile, Walt,

then I'm gonna have to assume
that you're not kidding.

I asked you a very simple question.

No. You asked me
a very confusing question.

Really?

'Cause I was just talking to a young man
who gave me some inside info.

Said if you're looking
for female company in Absaroka county

and you were willing
to pay for the pleasure,

you should go to the red pony
and talk to the Indian.

So... 38 years, then.

We have known each other
for 37 years,

so 38 years must be
how long you have to be

Walt Longmire's friend
before he trusts you.

I'm trying to find the person
that murdered Grant Parkford,

and I'm pretty sure whoever that is

will lead me to that missing girl.

Well, you better get going, then.

I managed to get my hands
on Charles Burnett's gun

by talking to the tribal police.

They were happy to help.

I served a search warrant,
got the rifle,

plus a box
of old black-powder shells.

This is not the murder weapon.

How can you tell?

We didn't even get a chance
to run the ballistics tests.

There.

We just did a ballistics test.

If you don't clean these rifles
that use black-powder shells,

the black powder corrodes the metal.

This weapon's a mess.

Unlock him, Ferg.

See him to the door.

You didn't have to do that.

You didn't have to make a big deal
out of it in front of everybody.

You know, Walt, I haven't
made a big deal

over you not showing up
for work, calling in sick,

or just sitting in here reading a book
while the rest of us cover for you.

Sounds like you're already writing
negative campaign ads.

I saw the sign, Branch.
Nice photo.

They weren't supposed to go up
till I talked to you.

You really think you're the man
for this job, Branch?

I'll leave that up to the people.

But given a choice
between some fresh thinking

and a tired, absentee sheriff

driving around with empty beer cans

all over the floor of his truck,

I like my odds.

I heard about your little accident.

I'm sorry I embarrassed you
back there, Branch.

But before you start
spreading any accusations,

consider this.

Every man that's ever had a beer with me
will tell you the same thing.

I drink rainier.

Always have, always will.

Those beer cans?

They weren't rainier, none of 'em.

I picked 'em up 'cause
I hate looking at litter.

Everyone knows that, too.

"Hound of the Baskervilles,"
Sherlock Holmes.

If you're gonna be sheriff,

you need to start brushing up
on your detective work, son.

Sheriff?

Susan Parkford.

Of course.

Am I interrupting?

- No. No, no. I'm sorry.
- You told me to...

Official I.D.

I just want to see the body.

Of course.

I also need to apologize.

For what?

The other day, um...

I also know what it's like
to lose someone.

This is the one-year anniversary
of my own wife's passing.

The day I visited you,
I tried to put that out of my mind,

and you opened the door.

I smelled perfume.

Jo Malone?

That's what my wife wore.

And I only hope I didn't
make the situation worse.

Was he having an affair?

I can handle it.

I mean, knowing is better
than not knowing, so, please.

Your husband wasn't having an affair,

but I discovered something else.

Long before he married you
or even met you,

your husband had a daughter.

Now, she's gone missing,

and Grant was trying
to help find her.

Grant had a daughter?

Your husband was just a man.

We're all idiots.
We make mistakes,

and we don't like people
knowing about our mistakes.

But Grant was one of the good ones.

He was trying to make things right,

and he was trying to do it
without hurting you.

Mrs. Parkford, I swear,

I'm gonna find out who did this
to your husband.

Does it ever stop hurting?

Not really.

I guess the only way
it could ever stop hurting...

if we could forget about 'em.

And that's the thing, 'cause...

I don't want to forget anything.

Okay. Present.
Present. Okay.

Hey, Bob, a couple questions

I forgot to ask you the other day.

I don't like to forget anything.

I don't know if this
is really a good time.

Come on in.

So, Bob,

you and your son weren't
really hunting the other day, were you?

I know about the mobile brothel

that was parked out there.

What are you...

Bob, there's no crime
against being an idiot.

But lying about it...
that can be a problem.

Okay.

Well, we really intended
to go hunting,

and then we saw the RV
and changed our plan.

We, uh, came back into town
and hit the ATM,

then we headed back out there
to spend a little time with the ladies.

How did you know, just from looking
at the RV, it was a brothel?

Oh, man, we know that RV.

The old one with the
red-white-and-blue stripe on the side.

When it ain't out working,
it's parked here.

Who owns it?

I don't know.

A Cheyenne kid.

His name's Avo.

Any idea where I might find him?

He's usually working.

He's a busboy over
at the red pony like that.

A roadblock.

This seems like overkill.

You could have just called
to apologize.

Hello, Henry.

I have a name for you,
plus three other matters.

Is "Avo" the name?

The other Indian at the red pony.

Avo's the owner of the RV

these girls have been working out of.

What are the three other things?

First, while I could not find
Avo myself,

we spoke through a cousin.

Avo will meet you tomorrow
morning, 11:00 am.

There is an old, empty cabin
about three miles off the highway

near the South entrance of the res.

Second... I do not think
you should go.

It sounds like a setup,
and there's already one dead white guy.

What's the third thing?

Since you will no doubt ignore
me and go meet Avo anyway,

I would like to propose an O.I.T.

O.I.T.?

Old Indian trick.

Morning, Avo.

You're early.

Old Indian trick.

Surprise is a powerful weapon.

Speaking of which,
would you mind telling me

why you came three hours early
to your own meeting?

And if you can tell me unarmed,
I'd appreciate that.

Sheriff, I didn't kill that guy.

You got to help me.

Let's talk.

The dead guy...
I met him a couple times.

He came into the red pony.

Said he was looking to get laid.

Everybody knows
if you want to get laid,

you talk to the Indian
at the red pony.

What did you do?

I sent him to the girls.
That was a mistake.

I heard later he was freaking out
when he got to the RV,

yelling and waving a gun around.

So when he came back the other
day, I said, "No way, man."

He came back after causing
a scene like that?

He apologized and said
he was upset the first time

'cause what he was really
looking for was an Indian girl.

Guess that's his thing.
He wanted to poke a Pocahontas.

Anyway, I didn't want a problem
with that crazy guy,

so I told him where to go,
but I called it in right away.

I told them, "Better move the RV."

I didn't know he was gonna kill him.

- I swear.
- Who is "he"?

Avo, whoever "he" is,

is trying to frame you.

Now, the only way I can protect you

is if you tell me
who you're working for.

Understand?

I don't know, man.

Who's out there?
Who is it?

I'm sorry.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

You weren't supposed to be here.

I'm doing my job, Dan.

You got to help me, Walt.

Help me.
Call an ambulance.

After you tell me
about Grant Parkford.

Who?

I'm a patient man.

I was just trying to make a living.

That man was bad for business.

I warned him.
I swear.

I did, all right?

Now call me an ambulance!

And Lilly, Grant's daughter?

Tell me where Lilly is.

If not, I bury you here.

Okay. Okay.

Montana, Talmer Ridge, off route 43.

Where are you going, Walt?

Walt!

Call me an ambulance!

I don't have a cellphone.