Yellowstone

First one today, aren't you?

Nope.

No?

- Getting to the barn first is no easy trick.

- I'd set that alarm back a half hour to be sure.

Morning.

- Starting to think you lost faith in my riding skills.

- I lost faith in damn near everything else,

but not your riding.

Ain't that. - No?

- Just don't know how many more times we'll get to do this.

Me neither, son.

Me neither.

- We'll head up the East Canyon check them pastures,

and just doctor down into the valley.

- Just don't seem right after what he's been through.

Lloyd, he needs to grow up.

He ain't been doing that here.

- He wears the brand. This is his home.

Not anymore it ain't.

Not for a while.

Where's Walker at, Lloyd?

- Sleeping in that barrel racer's trailer...

I sure don't know how much more my pride can take

of that little son of a bitch.

Jimmy's kicked out of the bunkhouse

but these girls--

- Lloyd, get your fucking head right.

And you leave your pride right here in this bunkhouse.

Let's go to work.

Why are you sleeping in a trailer, Walker?

- So that old fart don't stab me in my sleep.

What's the job today?

- Go on and start saddling horses then drag the arena.

Travis will be here in a bit.

- Weren't my idea to invite a bunch of barrel racers

to live here.

- You got no problem riding them, though, do ya?

- Hell, I was in prison for seven years.

You're lucky I don't drill a hole in the side of that barn

and take it for a ride too.

Did he say which ranch?

Just said Texas.

Texas?

Yeah, I know.

You ever been?

Then you don't know.

Everything in that place is trying to bite you,

stick you, or sting you.

It's a hundred and ten in the fucking shade.

- Yeah, well, I didn't choose it.

Look, I don't have anything.

I don't have a family, I don't have anyone.

This is my family.

This is all I have, so I didn't...

I didn't have a fucking choice.

- Which one of those wranglers sat with you every day,

all day, all night,

fed you, dressed you?

And you have the nerve to look me in the eye

and say that you don't have anyone, Jimmy?

That's not what I meant.

You could've chosen me.

You could've chosen me. But you didn't.

So, you're right, you're all out of choices, - Don't--

- because your only other choice is fucking done with you.

Mia.

Son of a bitch.

Hey.

Boy, come here.

Did you put that saddle on this horse?

Uh, yep.

- What's wrong with this picture?

Don't really know the picture.

I just winged it.

- Right, if you don't know how to do something, don't do it.

Cause it's gonna get you hurt or even worse on this ranch.

You understand me?

- Gotcha. - No, hey, hey.

It ain't "gotcha." It's "Yes, sir."

Learn some fucking manners.

Yes, sir.

All right, let's go.

- Hey, Kiddo. What's your name?

- Everyone's just been calling me "boy."

- So you want to be a cowboy, huh?

- Life kinda robbed me of my options.

- Well, that's how it usually starts.

- Why does he get the roast beef?

- 'Cause there's only enough for one

and he won't eat peanut butter.

Boy's not hungry enough.

Home late?

Don't know.

Be safe.

Love you.

Eat fast.

Why?

Where are you taking me?

Hey. Where are you taking me?

Where are you taking me!

- Emmett Walsh is in your office.

Thank you.

- Emmett. - Kayce.

- Have a seat. - Naw, I'm all right.

How's your father doing?

- He's about through it, I guess.

- That tough old bastard's hard to kill, isn't he?

You too, I guess.

- Yeah, we're just stubborn that way.

Kayce, I, uh...

I know you're up to your neck in shit

and I don't mean to add on to it, but...

I've tried being nice, I've tried lawyers.

I've tried just about everything I can think of.

What's the problem?

- This son of a bitch from Cali-fucking-fornia,

bought property across from mine.

My easement goes through his land.

I push my cattle up to that easement

to get them to summer pastures

and this fucker, pardon my French.

- You've been speaking French since you got here, Emmett.

What'd he do, put up a fence?

- Fuck no. Cattle guards all up and down the road.

Now I have to truck in and out.

And with the price of cattle, you know what that means.

Yeah, what do the lawyers say?

The lawyers? Oh, shit.

Back and forth for months. You know, lawyers.

The trucking fees are eating me alive, Kayce.

- What do you want me to do about it?

- I don't know... I don't know, something.

Get your damn greens.

You want to go look at some shit?

Hell yeah.

- What did this fucking thing cost?

That is sexy.

No. That's sexy.

- What did them fucking things cost?

- Well... more than the truck.

- This is gonna be worth watching.

Damn good horses right there.

Yeah!

Are those all yours?

Are now.

- Travis put one hell of a team together for you.

Goddamn.

- Just once I'd like to ride a horse like that.

- If you tried to stop a horse like that

it would lawn-dart you into the cattle trough.

- What? No. Have you trotted a horse past a mirror lately?

'Cause you look like a drunk cat trying to fuck a football.

- What? What are you talking about?

That's what a lawn dart looks like.

I think I'm done doing that.

- Mia, can I talk to you for a minute please?

Please.

- Hard to believe you can sell one of those

and buy a brand new truck.

- You can sell one of those and buy a house.

I know what you're thinking.

That it's cruel, what I'm doing, sending you away.

That it isn't fair.

- Yeah, not much in my life is fair.

- This isn't a punishment, Jimmy.

It's an opportunity if you'll let it be.

- It's costing me the only person who ever loved me

in my whole fucking life.

- If working another ranch for a while makes her leave,

you never had her, son.

Love doesn't walk that easy.

If she really loves you, she'll be right here when you get back.