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We all have different stories to tell.

Sometimes about the same events.

Sure, when times are good, we might

remember things the same way.

But when times are tough,

when some things happen
that might not be easy

to talk about or look at,

that's when we must fight
to find the truth.

Aubree, my love...

I've been having that feeling,
like something bad is coming.

Seems I was right.

I shouldn't have left.

I thought I was running
from not being able

to provide for you the way I wanted.

But turns out... I was
running from myself.

Just let me...

let me finish my letter.

Who you writing to?

Family, back home in Louisiana.

I've always wanted to go there.

Why is that?

I heard the food was good.

This arrow, it ain't yours
by any chance?

Might be.

Hmm.

- Fighting over?
- For now.

- But you always come back.
- I'm not them.

I couldn't carry out my orders.

I'm done.

And I don't know what to do now.

Not that it matters.

You can leave.

Go back to your family.

Those men in uniforms

don't take too kindly to deserters.

If I go back now,
I put my family at risk.

Then head the other way.

Further west.

That an invite?

If you need one.

They're not gonna kill you.

Well, that's a relief.

Can you... can you tell them
I said thank you?

I spoke to the others about you staying.

It's gonna take time for some
not to see you as an enemy.

Well, I guess we lead by example.

Thank you for helping me,

for giving me sanctuary.

It's a place you go to find peace.

It's safe.

Teach me more of those words.

Long as you teach me some of yours.

Hey. Thought I'd make myself useful

by making the weapon that got me.

Calian, what's wrong?

I have some news.

From town?

From the sheriff who's been
mailing your letters.

He received a message from Louisiana.

From my family?

I know you're gone,

but I still need to do this,
to write to you.

Maybe it's a way
to keep your memory alive.

To remind myself of us.

Maybe it's to tell
this part of our history.

You must be Augustus.

Calian said you'd be coming in.

Sheriff.

Take a seat. Want some water?

Thank you.

My condolences about your family.

Wasn't your fault.

Not being there. Back home.

Sheriff, I'm here to turn
myself in for desertion.

Jail time or the firing squad.

Heavy consequences for desertion.

I'm aware of that.

So you do blame yourself.

I can't live my life as a fugitive.

And I got somebody up there now

that's looking down on me.

I won't let her down again.

So will you take me to Fort Worth

so I can face my charges?

I think there's another way
to handle all this.

How's that?

I need a new deputy.

Someone I can trust to watch my back...

You're offering me a job?

It was Calian's idea, actually.

And I have to say, the more he talked,

the more I liked.

Educated, speak more than one
language, military experience...

Sheriff, you want a deserter
for a deputy?

Well, son,

the way I understand it,
you made a tough choice.

Saw your enemy eye to eye.

Easier to squeeze that trigger.

And here you are, making
another tough choice.

Rather than be a criminal,

you want to face the consequences,

even when you know
that could mean death.

Wearing the badge
comes with hard choices.

And you strike me as a man

who's made them his whole life.

I never considered being a lawman.

Neither did I.

Calian said you deserve a new life.

This could be your chance to find it.

This badge needs you
more than you need it.

Sometimes when we feel
like it's the end of a story,

a life, a new one
presents itself in ways

that makes us want to live again,

to write a new chapter.

To find purpose.

One more thing.

Calian told me
your last deputy was killed.

Found in a ravine, shot in the back.

You didn't attend his funeral.

You killed him, didn't you?

I had to. He turned on me.

On this town.

Just 'cause you wear the badge

doesn't mean you're above the law.

I'll remember that.

Let me show you the town, Deputy.

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Whether it's by choice or circumstance,

folks come from all over
for a new life out west.

While some embrace the opportunity,

others are simply escaping a past.

Or maybe themselves as they step foot

off their stagecoach.

Hey! Hey!

Thanks for your support.

Can always use more prostitutes there,

now that the train's
coming, little lady.

Why don't you try calling me that again,

see how unladylike I can be.

Good morning, sir.

You wouldn't, by any chance,
be looking for some assistance

with all of your, um...

whatever it is that you do here? I...

Uh, I mean, I can't say that
I've castrated a bull

or skinned a bear
in the technical sense,

but I'm more than willing to learn.

I am seeking gainful employment,
preferably indoors.

You know, that town's
gonna get a whole lot busier

with the train coming through.

Hi. I...

Yeah, you can sit here

in the shade if you want.

Thank you.

Oh.

Did you ever have one
of those days where you,

you just want to crawl into a hole

until it's all over with,
you get a new one?

Don't mind the bitter days.

They give the sweet ones their flavor.

I always hated when my father
would talk like that.

Offering wisdom like a simple recipe.

And here I am.

All right, I could sit
out here all day, but...

You need to find a job?

I do need to find a job.

Honestly, I'm pretty certain
of where I'll end up,

but I thought I'd get
the lay of the land

while I could.

We're all searching for a home.

A place where we feel like we belong.

Mm. Thank you.

Sometimes that place
is actually a person...

Someone left this behind,

but I think it is yours now.

... who seems to know you already...

... without having to say much.

That's ridiculous.

No more sun.

No more sun. Thank you.

What is that? Huh?

Kicking in place with
frowns on your faces.

Obstinate toy soldiers!

I should do the show myself.

Better than the cadavers
I see before me.

You know what, get out. Out!

Go!

And don't come back until you care.

That was inspiring.

Excuse me?

You know, you could have
offered up something

that you like.

You could have walked them
through what you expect

- without all the...
- Buzz off, little bee.

Tone. Charming. I heard you were hiring.

Toilet scrubber. 50 cents a day,

dollar room and board.

Help now!

Hey.

You okay?

You know, you can't talk
to people that way.

You need to be careful
with people. They're fragile.

Come again?

The show. Th-There's no spontaneity.

They don't, they don't feel safe.

You talking about my dancers?

Well, they're not yours.

They need to feel free
up there, they need to feel

like they can reinvent themselves.

Any other ideas?

Dollar a day,

free room and board,
I'll help you run things.

Who are you? Huh?

Well, I have a colleague,
whispered in my ear

about her time here, memories.

She said, uh, it might suit me.

You know, it feels like
I'm auditioning for you.

You are.

Hmm.

Afternoon, Deputy.

Oh. Afternoon.

Yeah, you must be running
the show over there at Hagan's.

Oh, I-I'm running a show.

I wouldn't say I'm running the show.

For the moment, anyway.

- You have a lovely day.
- You, too.

It's awful powerful to see
how transformative it can be

to feel like you have a home.

A community.

People who share your way
of looking at the world.

It anchors you and gives you
stability and strength.

Without it, hell,

it can feel like you're a tumbleweed

blowing in the wind.

Sometimes the path we're
on is clouded by the ones

who brought us into this world.

Mama... why are we back here?

Thought we'd swing by
where you were born

while we pass through.

Why didn't we stay?

'Cause it was nothing back then.

And it's not much better now.

You tired of seeing the world with me?

You want to put down roots
and quit living?

Never.

That's my Hoyt.

All right, you ready to take some money

from some people that don't need it?

What's the play?

You be adorable, flash those big blues

while Mama cleans up.

When I give you the signal,
act like your tummy aches

to high heaven.

Let's go have some fun.

- Good evening, sir.
- Good evening to you, miss.

- Nice boots, cowboy.
- Thank you, young man.

- Ah, I'm so sorry.
- Well, that's okay, ma'am.

How high can you count, mister?

Pretty high, young fella.

♪ One, two, three... ♪

Help me! Oh, God. Aah!

It feels like there's eels in my tummy

squirming to get out!

Now take it easy, son.

Try to stay calm and
tell us where it hurts.

Oh, it seems the good Lord's
punishing me

for all those delicious lollipops.

Well, how many did you eat?

Young man, where are your parents?

- Oh!
- Let's get you to the doctor.

Thanks for opening your hearts to us.

Hey, where's my watch?

Lollipop city, kid.

Stella Rawlins.

No, I'm, um... I'm Beatrice Farley.

You used that one in Gallop.

And then you used Lenora Carrol
in Corpus Christi.

Ma'am,

you're under arrest for robbery, theft,

public indecency.

Mama.

I need, I need to get him
to the Reyes ranch

outside of town.

You're coming with me right now.

Okay.

Okay, Hoyt, this is
what you're gonna do.

- Listen to me...
- I'll find you,

bust you out, Mama.

My little outlaw.

I will come back for you
as soon as I settle all this.

Come on, ma'am, let's go.

I always knew it'd end this way.

I love you, Mama.

Even if we could outrun those clouds

that follow us our whole lives,

deep down we'd know
we just missed the rain.

Feel like I seen you before.

Maybe I just got one of those faces.

You waiting for the train?

Train?

Train come all the way out here?

So, what'd the three-legged dog say

when he walked in the saloon?

"I'm looking for the man
who shot my paw".

So, how you gonna do it?

Now, what's that?

Catch... the train.

Ah.

I'm thinking I, uh,
let you distract 'em,

then ride up the other side
where they ain't looking.

It seems kind of easy, don't it?

So, you making small talk

'cause you're ready to partner up?

I lost my only good partner
a long time ago.

Ain't looking for a new one.

Well, that's too bad.

You, uh...

You got any more jokes?

No more ruining my punch lines.

You got to be kidding me.

What have I gotten myself into now?

Hello.

Hoyt Rawlins?

Lucia Reyes.

Are you going in there?

- Well, H-Hagan's was all booked.
- Huh.

For some reason I don't believe you.

Well, why don't we
stroll up there, find out?

Stay the night.

And what would I tell my family?

I don't know, you left town.

This old song.

Oh, you love this song.

You know, you still haven't
given me a good reason

why you won't sing it with me.

Whenever I'm in town,
I walk by the sheriff's

and look at the new wanted posters.

Sadly, that's the only way of knowing

if you might pass through.

Look, it's hard for me
to be here, Lucia.

Some good memories.

Some not so good.

You're just like her.

I read the paper.

Even the Pinkertons are after you now.

Maybe next time, Hoyt.

Boss just sent me for his laundry.

- Just one second. In the back.
- Of course.

What the hell?

Say, did you hear that
news about the preacher

in Angel Springs?

He died last night in the loving
embrace of a White Dove.

I hope his prayers were answered.

Oh, yeah, somehow I feel like they were.

- I'll see you tomorrow, Kai.
- Tomorrow.

In trouble again?

Just need to hide out for a minute.

Oh, got you something.

Don't make a deal out of that.

What is this?

Well, with me all over and you here,

I figure I'd give you a look
into the world out there.

They're calling 'em "post cards".

Thank you.

Yeah.

You sure I can't help?

Uh, food. Anything?

You know, there is something
you can do for me.

Any chance you know how
to make me some priestly garb?

I don't know if you heard,
but Angel Springs

is in the need of a new preacher.

Well, any town with a distillery,

that's the Holy Land for
laying low in my good book.

They say blood is always thicker.

But for those of us with no kin...

... we'll take water, whiskey, even tea.

Gambling may seem
like an individual sport,

but every move you make is tied
to the others playing the game.

Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

That's my fourth...
wait, no, fifth roll.

Hey, what can I say?

The sun shines a little brighter
on some of us.

Ain't that right, big brother?

You sure you're not shaving those down?

Maybe rounding the corners with
those cactus hands of yours?

Yeah, who's cheating now?

Trying to take my throwing arm out, huh?

What's the matter, Aunt T?
The meeting not go well?

Let's just say Liam Collins has
sprouted himself a conscience.

If he had a problem with the plan,

he should've told us weeks ago.

- So what gives?
- Not what, who.

He went and got married.
Brought her along with him.

And she sounds like a real church bell.

Opinionated, high-minded.

He said she made him want
to be a better husband.

She does sound terrible.

I don't like it.

She could go and ruin everything,

if she hasn't already.

And he can't be trusted.

You want to get rid of him?

- All right.
- Ah, yeah, the missus, too.

Why don't we just ride out to Boston,

- slaughter the whole family?
- Okay, yeah, we should.

Oh, goodness, I don't know
about all that,

but he's right about the girl.

- Fetch me some soda water, would you?
- All right.

Oh, and some ice would be nice, too.

Yeah, sure thing, Aunt T.

How are we gonna find somebody
to replace Collins?

Well, you could go.

I'm already sheriff of Texarkana.

Why don't you send Shane?
He would love it out there.

Your brother couldn't find
his own behind

if he had both his hands
in his back pockets.

Besides, he's loyal
to that daddy of yours.

You've been living in a railroad town.

You can work this to our benefit.

What's to work? Independence, it's...

Unkept, uncivilized. I know.

That's why we were gonna send
that Collins boy, but...

Independence could be the first town

we build from the ground up.

We always knew this day was gonna come.

As long as that railroad keeps
barreling out west,

so are we.

Besides, it's time you show
that family of yours

what you can do.

Take your seat at the table
before that brother of yours

comes along and steals it
right out from under you.

And you don't have to like it.

But you'll do it.

For family.

For family.

I'm sorry, are you telling me
I can't take all my belongings?

They won't fit in the wagon?
I have to leave things behind?

Well, no. Some of them can.

You just have to be real picky.

Yeah, like you could
take a bunch of little things

or just a few big things.

Thank you, that's-that's helpful, um...

I'm sorry, I just need
a moment to decide.

The-the trunk of clothes, please.

Um, all the books, art supplies.

People change our lives
in ways we never expect.

Sometimes they come along
before we ever knew

they were there.

And the piano, please.

Ma'am, are you sure?

Th-This piano belonged
to my grandmother.

We-we used to play it every day.

Look, I've left everything I know

and everyone I love to come here.

This... it's the last piece
I have of my family.

The good parts of it, anyway.

And I'll be damned if it's left
to rot here in the sun.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to go find my husband.

"I dream with my eyes open".

Hello? Hello!

Yes?

Uh, I'm Abby.

Abby Collins. I know.

Our husbands spoke back in Wichita.

He's gonna be sheriff, you're
gonna be a schoolteacher.

Yes, that's right. Um,
uh, perhaps you'd like

- to sit down, and we can...
- No, thank you. I just came over

to ask you to kindly shut the hell up.

Excuse me?

For the past week I have
listened to you gripe

about the heat, the rocks
in those fancy shoes,

and you banging on that damn piano

all hours of the night.

I'm terribly sorry to have
bothered you with the music.

- I didn't think it mattered out here.
- Why?

'Cause people like us don't matter?

That's not what I said.

I may not have fancy frocks or the art,

but you'll see that none
of that matters out here.

All that matters is family.

Now, if you don't mind...

Hey, are you all right?

Something's wrong.

I have some dresses for
cloth. We need water now.

And for God's sake, get
this woman some shade!

I'll be right back, sweetheart.

I can't pay for those dresses.

I don't want your money.

Despite what you may think of me,

we're women, and in a way
that makes us family.

You got any kids?

Uh, the, the family I have,

I didn't think it was right.

Then I met my husband,
and he reinspired my faith.

He's your people.

I lied earlier.

Your song, it's beautiful.

I hope you get to finish it one day.

Okay.

There's a moment that happens to us

out on the frontier...

... when you realize all you have is

the sky over our heads
and the dirt at our feet.

To make a new world for ourselves,

we have to let the old fall away

if we're to survive.

Guess you can say
it's like being born anew.

Sam.

Sam, what's wrong?

Where's Eliza?

She started bleeding
in the middle of the night.

Before I could do anything
to help, she was gone.

- I'm so sorry.
- I don't know what to do.

Will you take her?

She deserves a better life

than I could give her.

All this child needs...

is a loving father.

Sam, I...

I know you're scared.

This frontier does that to you.

It pushes you beyond your limits.

But that is when you have to hold on.

Because on the other side of that fear

is knowing just how strong you are,

and a life more beautiful

than you could possibly imagine.

We decided to name her Abigail.

You can come visit her
anytime in Austin.

May I?

They say you're the
author of your own story.

At any time, you can choose

to write something different
for yourself, but...

... changing your story

isn't as easy as it sounds.

Hey, big brother.

Shane, what the... ?

What are you doing here?

Well, Aunt Teresa sent me.

Wanted to make sure the job got done.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

So, is it done?

No, it's not.

It's been a week.

What have you been doing out here?

Waiting for the right moment.

Oh, all right, well, just
know that if you can't,

I'm here to help.

Hey, that's what brothers are for.

Now, I was thinking...

... maybe we could just take out Liam.

Then walk off alone, make it
look like an Indian attack.

That way there's fewer
questions, no witnesses.

It's actually smarter that way.

I can't decide what's more pathetic...

you falling for a woman
that you've never met

or you falling for a woman
you're supposed to kill.

No, I knew you wouldn't understand.

You don't think ahead.

You're like an ant,
you just keep pushing

what's in front of you.

Okay, well, I may not
understand the mastermind

that is Tom Davidson,
but I also don't forget.

This is just like Rosalin.

You don't say her name.

Forbidden love. That's your type.

It didn't have to be forbidden.

Father just didn't approve
of her because she was poor,

so he drove her away.

Made her whole family disappear.

It was for your own good, Tommy.

For my own good? What does that mean?

She was trying to get her hooks
into you and our money.

What the hell are you talking about?

What does that mean?

Okay, look, it... it was 15 years ago.

Okay, who knows? Who cares?

But you need to forget about her
and this Collins woman.

She's just a job.

You don't just forget someone like her.

And she is not just a job.

There's something about her.

Shane, hey, what are you doing?

Shane. Shane, stop!

Stop!

It's been said the
roots of any family tree

are always more twisted underground

than they seem on the surface.

The odd group of people who make up

the family of Independence
is no exception.

Hello, Deputy.

Afternoon, Joe.

You up for a little game
of horseshoes later on?

Oh, you want to lose again.

All right. No crying this time.

Last time I let you win.

This time I won't be so nice.

Independence has become a home.

At times I feel like
I found a family here.

Thank you, Deputy.

I've sworn to serve and protect them.

Deputy, I have your laundry.

Uh, I'll drop it off in one hour.

Kai, take your time. Thank you.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

But the truth is...

... they'd do the same for me.

Even the ones who don't count themselves

as branches on our tree.

I'm glad, too, 'cause I got
that feeling again, Aubree.

Like something bad is gonna happen.

Can I help you with something?

I'm Tom Davidson, new sheriff in town.

You must be my deputy.

Shall we?

At least this time I'm not running.

If my fight to find the truth
gets me killed,

it won't be the end of my story.

Oh, God! For God's sake, shoot him.

No, Tom's the one!

- He's the killer!
- Kill him!

Gus.

Come on, Gus.

Come on, come on.
You did the right thing.

He was gonna kill you.

Let's get out of here. Come on.

What the hell are you doing, Gus?

No one is above the badge.

No, Shane, no!

For family.

Twisted roots or not,

there's a darkness underneath
in all of us.

It's love that can light the torch,

show us the way.

I had to kill him, Tom.

I couldn't let him take you.

But we need each other
to keep that flame burning.

To find a path through the darkness.

Help tell each other's stories
of who we were...

... and how we got here.

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