Marshals

- - Rare earth

mineral site's on our river,

where our forefathers watered their horses.

There's a fentanyl deal going down today.

Place called the Zone of Death.

Two violent gangs, so

we've got to be dialed in.

that's a bomb.

Cover me.

Where's Kayce?

Duttons are all born

with the killer instinct.

You're not a killer, Kayce.

You're a protector.

Ms. Turek, what can I do for you?

Shoe ran cold, Nate.

I need a stake to build back up.

Your marker's near $8,000.

Two more makes it an even ten.

You both know I'm good for it.

$2,000 for Ms. Turek.

Battling your own personal hurricane out here.

The stallion broke through the paddock wall

and two other fences this week.

Chip off the old block.

Found a horse even you can't tame.

Haven't had the time.

It's good to see you back on your feet, Chairman.

Yeah, well, I was put out to pasture long enough.

Still have enough energy to give your mustang there

a run for its money.

Oh, yeah?

Why don't you grab a hammer, make yourself useful?

Ah, I left my lunch pail on the rez.

Bomb didn't affect his sense of humor.

Maybe your memory, though.

Whoever attempted the assassination

swept their tracks.

Threat's still out there.

As is the threat to Broken Rock from the mine.

Set to break ground today.

Seems the government only knows how to cut red tape

when perpetuating inequity is on the line.

Something tells me you've got your counterpunch planned.

How's your piya wiconi with the Marshals going?

New path has some familiar bumps.

Every day's a test.

Yeah.

And we need to get to ours.

-Good to see you. -You, too.

Later.

Hey, there he is.

Hey, you handling any more animal rescues out on East Camp?

I bet you had that chambered all weekend.

Well, man, I would've hit you with it sooner

if you'd ever return a text.

Ranching limits my screen time.

Yeah. Limits a lot of things.

-Oh, you got something to say? -Yeah, it's just kind of tough

to be all in all the time

if you're always spinning plates, man.

Well, I'm sorry I haven't mastered the art of sabotaging

my relationships and obligations like you have.

Why does it always feel like I've brought

a knife to a gunfight with you?

It just wouldn't hurt you

to try bonding with your teammates, Kayce.

You brought me here to crush skulls, not hold hands.

Y'all, stop.

The hell's going on here?

Your deputies are turning our workspace

into a romper room.

Pull that trigger, see what happens.

Nine o'clock.

Don't.

Don't do it.

You know what?

Knock it off!

-Smoke-checked. -

My ass. I had you dead to rights if Cowboy didn't help you.

Cal, will you please remind them

their toys are for outside?

We're Marshals, not the fun police.

-How'd you sniff me out? - Probably that

skunk cabbage you call perfume.

Eh, Kayce's Spidey-senses

were legendary in the Teams.

Don't got to be a superhero to know

that Miles was about to get mudsucked.

All right, how would you have cleared the room?

In a way where I wouldn't end up dead.

You take the real estate, you hold it.

Well, considering I've nearly been killed twice

since Kayce showed,

CQB training might not hurt.

Evolve or die, right?

Yeah, it could be a good opportunity

to teach some frogman tactics.

-Show 'em the way, Chief. -

No, I got too many emails and paperwork, so...

-Oh. -...the floor is yours.

Have fun bonding with your team.

Clear the road!

I'm moving earth today.

You guys need to move.

You're on reservation property,

putting you in no position to tell us what we need to do.

The highway was blown out. We got rerouted.

This is the only other way to the mine site.

The only place this road will take you to...

is a trespassing charge.

Best to go back

how you came, friend.

There's no chance these iron dogs can turn around here.

Well, then, they're our trucks now.

All right, on you, let's go.

-Moving. -Move.

There you go.

-Didn't get mudsucked that time. - Exactly.

You take the real estate and you hold it.

Nice.

Yeah, and nobody got shot. That's encouraging.

Cowboy turned up the intensity.

You're gonna have to maintain that intensity,

because we got a situation on the rez.

That needs U.S. Marshals' help?

There's a standoff between rez and truckers

trying to get to that new mine.

-Groundbreaking's today. -Supposed to be.

There was an incident on 191 last night.

-What kind of incident? -The kind that puts a hole

in the highway, and now we got trucks and earthmovers

being diverted onto an access road

that crosses Broken Rock and the rez is claiming

that they're trespassing.

That's one way to slow down progress.

On top of that, bottleneck's got ranchers caught up in it

trying to get their livestock to auction today, so...

Well, that's money and food on their table.

I bet you they're knives out.

And that's why we've been asked

to clear the people from the scene.

It's a part of our duty, y'all.

Come on. U.S. Marshals have stood against the mobs

for Freedom Riders and school integration.

Then went to Wounded Knee where they shot

half a million rounds at the Native activists

including women, children and elders.

I'm not here for that.

Our orders are to clear the locals, Miles.

I thought you'd be happy we're supporting the rez.

There's nothing to be happy about

when you're stepping into a 500-year-old conflict.

When the locals see the Feds siding with Broken Rock,

we're gonna be pouring gasoline on a fire.

Strap on the hard armor, y'all.

'Cause we're going into battle.

Feels scarier

squaring off with our neighbors than with gangs or militia.

Gonna make things weird for you at the club

when you've tear-gassed your tennis gals?

Let's hope the armor is enough show of force.

If not, less lethal gear comes out.

Take Cal's word we won't aim it at my tribe?

It's what he said.

Broken Rock's seen a lot of broken promises.

So, who blew up this road?

Someone from the rez? Your buddy the Chairman?

Lot of unnatural things happen in nature.

Yeah, but Rainwater can't really expect

he's gonna keep all that equipment.

They're just bargaining chips.

Not the first standoff like this for the Chairman. Right, Kayce?

Well, what was that one about?

Cattle. Kind of.

Kind of like how this is about trucks and the mine.

How did that one end?

Painfully.

150,000 square miles of nothing

and people still find a traffic jam.

Yeah, it's a bit more of a circus than expected.

Yeah, well, are we the ringmasters or the next act?

Miles, let's get eyes on that, that roadblock ahead,

start assessing the players.

Pilgrims in a strange land.

Suddenly, I'm your huckleberry.

Kayce Dutton.

Thank heaven you've arrived to get your rope around this mess.

Kayce here, he was one heck of a livestock agent.

He'll straighten this situation out,

just like his dad used to.