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Kayce, meet my marshals.

Andrea, Miles, Belle.

Welcome to the U.S. Marshals.

Got eyes on a possible triggerman.

Black bag.

Stay with me.

Get me that bomber.

It's okay. All right? You're okay now.

Duttons are born with dysfunction in their blood.

I'm changing paths.

Try to find a new beginning for me and Tate.

That bangtail needs to blow off some steam on the range.

Would you rather spend the day chasing him or fishing?

Catching more trout than you's my priority.

Beating you to the river's mine.

Game on.

Gonna be hard to reel in all them fish with just your hands.

I got another one.

Want me to pick a fly for you?

I'm just scaring 'em down to you, son.

Brings back memories.

Was a good day.

What about tomorrow?

Ready to kick doors as a marshal?

Probably be quiet.

Just paperwork and new guy nonsense.

Yeah.

You sure you're ready for this change?

A new start will do us both good.

But who's gonna look over East Camp with you working?

Rip found some hands till I can find a more permanent solution.

That means tomorrow's your new beginning, too.

Good.

Though after a day like this,

kind of wish time could stand still.

So, I'm working over this HVT when Double G,

he walks back into the room,

dressed in the clothes of the Talimonster we just schwacked...

hat, pajamas, the whole getup.

Eighteen for the round.

How can you identify a Navy SEAL?

Oh, he'll tell you.

Oh.

I'm sensing neither of us will sleep tonight.

Only question is, will it be at my place or yours?

Yeah, a girl loves to have options.

Oh, yeah?

Like should I spray you

or...

stab you?

Little hostile in here tonight.

Especially the bartender.

She's knives out for Cal.

Her name's Maddie,

and you're talking out of your ass.

Pardon, ma'am.

May I buy you a drink?

Make up for my friend's two left feet?

"Ma'am"? My abuela's a ma'am.

No! Thank you.

His ten-gallon hat went limp quick.

I mean, wouldn't kill you to broaden your horizons.

Come on, find some companionship.

Is that why you have your war buddy joining the team?

No, look, I brought Kayce in

for the same reason I brought both of you on, okay?

To sharpen the tip of the spear.

Spear's pretty lethal already.

When I go into battle,

I need teammates who have the fight.

Whether it's a tenacious man hunter from the Bronx,

or a former rez cop with fire in his belly.

We just want to make sure your shared past

isn't stepping on our toes in the present.

New team, new dynamic.

Drink to that.

Bringing the smoke today.

- Leaving you behind in it. - Mm-hmm. Watch this.

Damn.

Bold move, embarrassing the boss on the first day.

Double or nothing?

Hell no.

I'm still paying off loans from all the money

you took off of me in Afghanistan.

This some sort of entry exam?

No, just seeing how the lone wolf is feeling

joining a new pack.

Fitting in's never been my strong suit.

Well, I know moving forward isn't easy,

but getting back into the fire's gonna do you right.

Well, then I'll get comfortable being uncomfortable.

All right.

Let your training day begin.

Reloading mags,

armory inventory, gear cleaning.

How else did you guys initiate me?

Come on, we got to break in the FNG.

You know, why don't we just welcome Kayce as one of us?

I mean, if hunting down those bombers

didn't initiate him, what will?

You non-natives have no appreciation for tradition.

Hey.

Since we've, uh, all been shot at together,

let's just skip the formalities.

Uh...

I'm glad to join this outfit.

See if you say that

after drinking through a fire hose today.

Yeah, tread lightly, Miles.

Okay? Kayce's reasonable till he isn't.

I'd ease him in. I got to talk to Harry.

Well, tour's pretty simple.

Heads are in there.

Unisex. It's real intimate.

Cal built this team to model after his SEAL unit,

but he failed to account for certain differences,

like teammates with two X chromosomes.

We're a "toilet seat stays down" unit.

Belle runs a tight ship.

Appreciate the intel.

These are the cages.

Huh. You waiting to move in?

Oh. There's no use decorating since I'm only passing through.

These mags need reloading.

So I'll do that as you continue the tour.

Easy day.

Feels like another meeting

that could've been an email, Marshal Gifford.

Deputizing Dutton is one thing,

but making him a member of the team?

Kayce turns us into the elite unit

that you envisioned when you just stood this team up.

Yeah, but you got the wrong pig by the tail.

A Dutton wearing the marshal star, it just doesn't sit right.

He knows the area, he knows the people,

where the bodies are buried, and not to mention,

he's equipped to run any kind of op this team will face.

But you don't find it odd

that he's jumping back into law enforcement

when the two biggest cold cases in the state

are his father's death and his brother's disappearance?

It's just a coincidence.

There's no such thing as a coincidence

with the Duttons.

Excuse me.

Deputy Marshal Calvin, we have something.

Please.

Ops and investigations run out of here.

- Y'all been busy. - Yeah,

hunting dirtbags is our bread and butter.

We connect to the fusion center here.

Maintaining two-way intelligence and information flow is critical

to our mission.

- Right. - Don't worry,

you're here to be a gunslinger, not a pencil pusher.

These are our techs, analysts,

as well as our liaisons that work with local,

state and federal law enforcement.

The lack of infrastructure forces us to wear many hats.

Especially now that we got a trouble magnet on board.

Fireplace is subtle.

Compound used to be an old mill.

Cal kept the blast furnace as a reminder

that this unit was forged in the fire.

Okay, everybody, listen up.

CI phoned in a hit on a fugitive, Raul Garza.

He's a member of the 406 Royals with federal warrants.

- Where's he at? - Belgrade trailer park.

People there got nothing to lose.

Usually put up the biggest fight.

Always takes us to the best places.

Jock up.

So much for easing you in.

Informant says Garza's car hasn't moved since last night.

What's he doing here? This isn't Royals's turf.

Royals blew up 18th Street Mafia's stash house last month.

Could be expanding their footprint.

Or maybe Garza's just sampling the local product.

'Cause meth runs rampant out here.

How many suspects on target?

It's unknown, but hopefully they're still sleeping

or down hard on a bender.

- Thinking door-knock entry? - No.

We're gonna roll Garza before his eyes even open, okay?

Fast and heavy.

Want me in the stack?

Training wheels are on.

You gonna take squirter patrol.

Miles, Andrea, you're on me.

Belle, you're outside with Kayce.

I'd prefer team entry.

Go slow after taking that round, okay?

You don't know what baggage you're carrying downrange.

That's exactly why I got to get punched in the face

and find out.

- Come on. - We can swap.

I'll watch Dutton.

Yeah, okay.

Let's move out.

Little eager to jump out of the stack.

First kill weighing on you?

He's in the ground, not in my head.

Uh-huh.

U.S. Marshals.

Seems like we missed one hell of a party.

Suspects apprehended.

Good copy.

He was in for a world of hurt if he made it to me.

Eyes up.

We're in Montana, not a war zone.

Old habits.

I thought Garza was

gonna alligator-roll you, Cal.

I handled my business, just like the rest of you.

It was a flawless op.

Nearly flawless.

Popped a damn button taking that perp down.

Aw, I'll be sure to note your shirt

as a casualty in the after action.

Yeah, it's just like old times, huh?

Kicking doors and rolling up dirtbags.

Except back then I was on your six,

not on the sidelines.

Excuse me.

Tats on the guy we collared with Garza mark him

as a member of the Aryan Brethren of Idaho.

And the pills he was holding were fentanyl.

White nationalist and Latin gang leader make an odd couple.

Well, drugs are a hell of a unifier.

Oh.

Hey, I got a situation on the ranch.

You mind if I go deal with it?

Aw, you didn't get to kick doors,

so you're taking your ball and going home?

Hey, let the DEA know about the fentanyl,

and send Garza and the Aryan upstate to Helena, okay?

I'm rolling with Kayce.

That's all right. I can take care of it on my own.

Team needs to learn that one is none.

All right.

See y'all.

What business do the Aryans have with the Royals?

Well, Aryans were on my radar at ATF.

Group of them were behind the plot

to kidnap the governor of Idaho.

Cal told us to ship 'em out.

We're here to wage a war on violence,

not just roll up foot soldiers.

Little digging can't hurt.

That stallion broke clean through.

From manhunting to horse hunting.

Is that the kind of callout you'd do, like, as a cow cop?

You may joke, but that horse on the loose is a grenade

with the pin pulled.

That's not a horse.

That's anger with legs.

Yeah.

And something tells me he's not gonna go easy.

I don't know your plan,

but I don't think I can be your QRF on this, pal.

Plan?

I'm making this up as I go.

Hyah!

Whoo!

Kayce Dutton.

U.S. Marshal Harry Gifford.

Makes me your boss.

It feels like I'm working for everybody today.

While you two were out gallivanting,

Andrea made a hell of a discovery.

There's a fentanyl deal going down today

between the Aryans and the 406 Royals.

- How'd you put that together? - The Aryan,

Lenny Nelson, two-time loser,

he came to Bozeman to let the Royals test the fentanyl.

Well, they're gonna call off that deal

as soon as they realize they're MIA.

Well, Nelson says he and Garza were just meeting

to test the product,

and after they signed off, they let themselves enjoy

a long weekend consuming products.

And Garza, he backed all that up?

Well, he wasn't as charmed by Deputy Cruz as Nelson.

Now, the DEA can't spin up in time to get here,

so we're on agent assist.

FBI chatter says the Aryans are

- plotting something big. - Yeah,

selling the fentanyl's probably gonna be how they finance it.

Well, this unit was designed for big game hunting,

and the Aryan Brethren would be quite the trophy on my wall.

We have the muscle for that?

Well, Cal sold you as the last piece to his dream team.

Prime chance for you to back those big words up.

Okay, so where's the deal going down?

Just over the Wyoming border, place called the Zone of Death.

I don't know, apparently it got its name

because there's no citizens, no law enforcement,

no judges or juries, so there's no way to prosecute crimes.

The local legend has it, been a dumping ground

for the region's most depraved criminals.

There's no way that's real.

Well, the Duttons, they've been here for over a century.

This tale get passed down through generations?

No, it's the first I'm hearing of it.

Surveillance cameras and gear.

Range finder, too.

I need all the eyes I can get watching my back.

What's got this SEAL in his feels?

You undermining me with Harry.

I was finding a fight to pick, like you hired me to do.

I'm still sore from our last ride.

- Are the horses my punishment? - No.

Just the best way to keep a low profile in the Zone of Death.

Well, taking down a deal between two dangerous gangs

doesn't exactly scream low profile.

That's why we're only busting the Aryans.

And let the Royals walk?

They distribute meth to the rez.

Push that fentanyl onto Broken Rock,

it'll spread like wildfire.

Don't worry, okay? We're gonna track

and ID 'em for the DEA to sweep up.

The Aryans are planning an attack.

They take priority.

Excuse me.

Braxton.

Oh. Hey, hi.

Got to hand it to her.

I never saw my dad when he was on duty.

Yeah, found the balance that eludes most of us.

She's a remarkable woman.

As a mother.

Mm-hmm.

I was hoping to have a word.

Sir.

You Duttons always had a soft spot for public service.

Livestock Commission, attorney general, governor.

Just doing our part.

Yeah, but for whom?

Seems to me it was always in service to your family

or Yellowstone Ranch

or... some form of vengeance.

Well, Yellowstone's gone, same for most of my family.

And as for vengeance, day's still young.

You got a sharp tongue, just like your father.

We had history, you know.

Yeah, he used to talk about that a lot.

Really?

No.

Huh.

It was nice of your husband and kid to drop by.

It was inappropriate during work hours.

It won't happen again.

Are you kidding?

If my family could have swung by when I was deployed,

I might still have one.

This job keeps me around a lot more

than working undercover with ATF did.

They're just adjusting to the new norm.

Hmm.

Well, I admire you prioritizing your family.

Takes a lot more discipline than I had, so...

You don't think your husband stopped by

'cause he's worried you took that round, though?

I let him clean teeth, he lets me fight crime.

You didn't tell him, did you?

You know, building walls shuts out

the people that you care about.

They're not walls.

They're shields.

Zone of Death my ass.

There's nothing out here.

That's kind of the point.

Awful quiet, cowboy.

Foot's been banging like a powwow drum

since we left Bozeman.

You worried?

Tip of the spear goes where it's pointed.

Even if it's the last place you want to be.

So you do know this place?

Op just has a lot of unknowns.

Probably got enough of those in your life.

Do you really not know where your brother Jamie is?

At least when my dad got killed, we knew he was gone.

Gave us closure.

Family history like yours...

I'm sure it's hard to turn the page.

Rough spot for a takedown.

Spotty comms, y'all.

Rough terrain, wild animals,

and two violent gangs, so everybody's got to be dialed in.

Trackers are prepped for the Royals's vehicles.

Better work so the DEA can hunt 'em down.

All right, Belle, handle the trackers with Miles.

Andrea and I, we're gonna run surveillance

from that rock outcrop over there.

And, Kayce, you just watch Belle and Miles' six.

This'll work for overwatch.

Interdicting the Aryans on horses is a tall order.

That's exactly why we're gonna hit 'em after the deal

when their guard's down, okay?

Kayce, you copy?

Plan the dive, dive the plan.

Uh...

Something reflecting across that ravine.

Lot of junk over there.

Burial ground's more than just a rumor.

It's almost drop time.

Ghosts in the ravine, they do not concern us.

Move into position. Let's go.

Come on, move into position. Let's go, y'all.

Three trucks inbound.

Tinted windows.

Okay, Belle, targets incoming.

Good copy.

I got eyes on two SUVs coming from the east.

Aryans.

Belle, Royals are in the pickups.

Roger that.

Moving into position.

Got 11 suspects on the ground.

Yeah.

Kayce, something's about to pop off.

Everybody's carrying,

but nobody seems ready to go hot.

Fentanyl's been handed over.

Yeah. Where's the cash?

Money exchange should not be this complicated.

Belle, you're clear to move in position.

You got to get that tracker live, Belle.

Good copy.

All clear, Belle.

The hell are they looking at?

Can't ID.

Belle, you got company. Take cover.

Belle, beat feet.

Bandit's camped out on Belle's pos.

The vehicle's blocking my angle.

Miles, move up to cover Belle.

Moving.

Got an issue.

- Over. - Miles, are you in position?

I say again, Miles, are you in position?

Belle's just hanging out in the wind.

We got to get down there.

Okay, Miles, sitrep. Over.

Cal, that Royal's right on top of Miles.

Whole point was to avoid getting into a gunfight.

Andrea's right. We got to hold on what we got.

If we don't move, it's Roner all over.

Okay, don't engage unless you have to.

The hell was that?

Are you kidding me? That's a bomb.

Aryans aren't planning an attack.

They're about to execute one.

Hold fire.

Bomb could kill everyone on the ground.

And now it's in the wind.

There's a massive bomb on the loose,

and I can't even get a signal.

Decision to bring horses isn't helping.

Kayce, the lead Aryan SUV is carrying a bomb.

I need you to interdict.

Roger that.

I need you to lock in, okay?

Breathe, aim low and squeeze.

Otherwise Belle's dead.

- All right? - Yeah.

- Cover me. - All right.

Okay, cover Belle. I'm moving down, all right?

Belle, coming to you.

Belle, I'm almost to your pos.

Okay, flank 'em. Get Belle back into this fight.

Could use Kayce's gun right now.

You shoot, I move.

I shoot, you move. Let's go. Come on.

Belle,

two Royals are moving on you.

Got to speed this up, man.

Or slow 'em down.

Yeah. Flash-bang's a good idea.

Okay, I'm gonna move to cover.

You bump up and toss. Let's go. Come on.

Okay.

Miles, cover them. I'm taking right.

On the ground!

U.S. Marshals. Don't move.

On the ground! Hands behind your back!

Cover.

Hey, guys.

Where's Kayce?

- I'm dying. - No. You're already dead.

Even if you were worth saving, there's no help here.

It's gonna be slow, and it's gonna be painful.

Please. Doesn't have to be.

Fentanyl didn't make it to Bozeman,

and the bomb didn't make it

to the federal courthouse in Idaho.

Well, Idaho State Police picked the remaining Aryans up.

One said they were planning on moving the bomb

straight to target.

You earned your marshal money today, Kayce.

Guess the training wheels are off.

Odd thing, though.

There were five Aryans on target.

But three were arrested, one killed in the SUV.

What happened to the fifth one?

Zone of Death, I guess.

Hmm.

Time to baptize Kayce.

Tradition.

Nonalcoholic, in your case.

Ooh. Good thing,

considering what he's capable of

- sober. - Hey.

To Kayce.

New guy no more.

Cheers.

- Go. Come on. Go. - Go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go. Come on.

Come on now.

- Come on. Let's go. - Go, go, go, go, go.

Yeah!

Now we're talking. Let's go!

Yeah.

My conquering heroes.

FBI, ATF and Homeland Security are licking my boots

over this win.

Thwarting a domestic terrorist attack.

Can your wall fit a big game trophy that size?

Should ease any doubts you have about Kayce,

'cause he won us the victory today.

Oh, giving cred to the guy

who overruled you on the battlefield.

Dutton was insubordinate? There's a surprise.

Best idea wins on my team.

Did Kayce run roughshod over Cal?

No, he was quiet before things got kinetic.

Like he had something on his mind.

- His own agenda, perhaps? - I don't know,

but when I brought up his brother, he got spooked.

Kayce doesn't spook.

Maybe he does when he's hiding something.

Like what?

Like keeping us off the scent of his fugitive brother?

If he joined this unit for some nefarious reasons,

I'm not gonna let him get away with it.

Who's doing the after action?

I'll do it.

You're right.

The guy I killed is still in my head.

I know I'm the real new guy here.

I wish I could be the new guy again.

I didn't freeze up out there.

My people think killing a rattler's a transgression,

a bad omen even.

Hmm.

There's always gonna be a snake.

You can't reason with it or hope it'll back down.

You got to be more dangerous than it is,

or this job may not be for you, and that's okay.

Thought our six plate battle was gonna be

the most intense action today.

What was that about us not being in a war zone?

Back in the Teams, I-I could always count on you

being dialed in downrange.

You seemed a little bit out of it when we got on target.

Yeah.

Just grappling with some skeletons

I'm trying to keep in my family's closet.

Kind of hard to operate when you got ghosts hanging over you,

and there was definitely one on the op.

Roner?

Bringing him up like that, it's just...

a cheap shot.

Wasn't a cheap shot, it was a targeted one.

And it kept history from repeating itself.

Well, I guess the Duttons don't have

a monopoly on skeletons, right?

One second you're backing me.

The next, Kayce's calling the shots.

Wouldn't be sitting here if Kayce hadn't taken action.

No, that is not my issue.

Your war buddy manipulating you in the heat of battle is.

What does "Roner" mean, anyway?

Why don't we focus on your shoddy intel instead, hmm?

World would look a whole lot different right now

if I hadn't uncovered that deal.

So those attaboys you got from Gifford and gave to Kayce?

- They should've been for me. - Oh, I see.

Gifford's your ticket back to your old team,

and you're just upset 'cause you didn't get

the credit you deserve.

Is that... is that how it works?

This is compliments of the cowboy.

He says, "Sorry, ma'am."

He's a glutton for punishment.

Want to hear some more SEAL stories?

No, I'm going.

You're a brave man coming back for more.

Cowboy worth his salt gets right back on the horse,

especially when chasing something as hell-fired as you.

I can't promise I won't buck again.

I'm counting on it.

Who knew playing Cupid would have you

like a pig in slop?

This chair's empty if you've got a minute to chat.

I'd like to share more than just war stories with you.

You want more than a minute.

But I don't have that to give.

Hey.

Thought you'd, uh, be prioritizing your family.

And expose them to what I'm carrying away from today?

You know, when I was operating,

the battlefield was thousands of miles from home.

Gave me a chance to...

shed some of the toxins of war.

Yeah, buffer zone sounds real nice right about now.

This job,

we got to find a way to let go of the fight,

or the people we care about let go of us.

So you're saying drinking with you

is in the best interest of my family?

If it'll get you to stay.

Yes.

Where you been?

Reinforcing the corrals.

The more things change...

How'd it go today?

Yeah, Yellowstone might be gone,

but there's still some land mines left behind.

How about you?

I don't know.

I didn't find my new beginning.

It'll find you.

When?

When you're ready.

I went and saw Grandpa Long today.

He wants us to honor Mom at the remembrance ceremony

next month.

Sure.

Asked about borrowing her favorite necklace.

Any idea where it is?

I'll look tomorrow.

Spent too much time worrying about buried treasure today.