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Previously on Marshals...

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

- Stallion's moving on. - He's Mom's.

You can't just erase every memory of her.

I didn't cry at my dad's funeral.

I was too overwhelmed by the loss to actually grieve.

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

You know, building walls shuts out the people

that you care about.

You saved my life.

Let me lend you some hands.

Well, good day for you. You kept your badge

and you made a new friend.

Saddle up, cowboy.

What part of evolve or die do you not understand?

Here to check on your dad's hands,

they're moving the herd.

I was out exploring.

Had a vague memory of you promising

to give this newbie an insider's tour.

Pretty sure I said "maybe."

So you'd rather wrestle that horse than show me

what's so great about Montana?

Try and keep up.

Reminds me of the Pyrenees.

Alps, too.

Yeah? You done a lot of traveling?

Yeah. Growing up,

we'd take family trips every summer and Christmas.

You?

I had to join the Navy to see the world.

And just think,

this was left by a glacier 10,000 years ago.

It's also the spot where I took my brother Jamie's clothes

while he was skinny-dipping. He had to ride home bare-assed.

Must've been a dream

growing up with the world's greatest backyard.

Handle that horse pretty well.

Believe it or not, there are stables in the city.

You said you'd been experiencing

some neck and shoulder pain?

Some tingling in the hand?

How long have you had these symptoms?

Since the first door I breached. I just...

I've learned to live with them.

How many deployments did you have?

More than I can remember, literally.

Well, we'll run some tests, try to find you some answers.

Okay.

See you later.

Cal?

What are you doing here?

Belle hasn't mentioned your team is

running down fugitive doctors.

Hey, Jared.

Uh, nah, I was just, um, getting a checkup.

Yeah, I was at a work lunch. Should get back to the office.

Right. It's good seeing you.

Yeah.

Your dad make you uproot your life

to move all the way out here?

I'm a grown woman.

Can't make me do anything.

I'm here because I love him,

and because he made me partner in his new cattle venture.

Dad, what're you doing here?

Kayce broke my leg.

Had to make sure you were safe, pumpkin.

I believe

you brought me a hat, last time I saw you.

Allow me to return the favor.

It's good to see you up on your feet so soon, sir.

No days off on the ranch, right?

And I healed enough I managed to bag an elk.

I figured I'd make dinner, pay down my debt to you.

Well, I know better than to refuse an offer from a Weaver.

Great.

Here... Here you go, Miles.

Uh, the tea was a little tart,

so I-I spiked it with a sugar cube.

Appreciate it.

Feel bad rolling you on Mom's night out.

Eh...

Jared and Braxton left for a father-son camping trip,

so I got all night to take your money.

Mm. Who you betting on?

After seeing Belle as a biker chick,

I got no doubt she's got some hustler in her.

Mm.

My money's on Miles.

Broken Rock's luck is turning, thanks to its guardian angel.

Sabrina, these are my teammates, Belle and Andrea.

They helped find the missing girls.

Well, look at you, sharing credit.

You know, for a former college athlete,

you have a pretty small ego.

"College athlete" is a stretch.

All state tight end and linebacker, full ride

- to a D1 program. - Damn, Miles.

I knew you played, but I didn't know you were a player.

I wasn't. Dropped the ball.

Miles and the coach didn't see eye to eye.

Dust Cloud being Dust Cloud.

I've mellowed.

Hopefully not too much.

Nice meeting you,

Miles's friends. Give me a call sometime, Miles.

All right. This does bring up a very important question.

Are you dating anyone?

No.

You like someone.

It's complicated.

She's not from where I'm from.

- So? - So, like my football career,

it's probably not meant to be.

I know, it was delicious.

I think I want to come back next week.

- Yeah. We will. - Yeah, good. Good, good, good.

I forgot the leftovers.

Blake...

All right, I'm going back.

Shoot. I left my glasses inside. Just be a minute.

I'll keep it running, Your Honor.

Good job, sir. Most people overcook elk.

Mm. Dad's the chef in the family.

I got an unwanted promotion to house cook.

I can't compete with you.

How I feel about you and your family

when it comes to ranching.

Hmm. Why he pays a team of brainiacs

with ag degrees to help.

Doing more than helping.

They've pointed me toward some technologies

to up my chances for success.

Well, I was raised to believe the old ways are the right ways.

From what I hear, the old ways included

the Yellowstone never turning a profit.

Well, the way of life is the true reward

when it comes to ranching, sir.

Not with my investors.

If-if I can put my thumb on the scale,

why wouldn't I?

DNA marker testing helped me pick

the most productive cattle to start with,

and now, I'm tracking them using RFID

to keep my labor costs down.

Sounds like a hefty up-front cost.

That's why I spread the risk.

Offer each head as an individual asset

folks can invest in.

That working capital increases my valuation.

You and my sister'd get along.

I'm in it for the long haul, Kayce.

More land, more cattle.

That's how I attract more investors.

I would love

to make East Camp part of my operation.

You want to buy my ranch?

Geez, Dad, give him dessert before asking him into bed.

I'm direct when I see something I want.

Hmm. Thank you for dinner.

Uh, let us help clean up.

No, dishes are one thing I can handle in the kitchen.

I meant no, uh, no offense.

We can both come out winners.

Think it over.

Was that some sort of plan

to soften me up so your dad could make an offer

on East Camp?

I was as blindsided as you.

It's why my family never talks business at the dinner table.

I'm sorry.

We were having fun until he ruined it.

Weren't we?

Yeah.

Thank you for a lovely day.

Good night.

Hey. Got something you want to tell me?

About what?

Ghosting us at the bar last night.

Ah. Yeah. Day got away from me. My bad.

Uh-huh.

Hey, Gifford called.

We've got something.

Federal Judge Pauline Ayers and her husband Blake

- survived a car bomb attack. - Yeah, I saw that.

The valet wasn't so lucky.

You got any leads on a suspect?

A federal judge likely has a long list of enemies.

Clint Gallo. Threatened revenge ten years ago

when Ayers sentenced him to prison

for the bombing of a women's health center.

Paroled last month. Missed a check-in

with his P.O. last week.

Well, that makes him a fugitive.

Yeah. The FBI's got the lead on the bombing, but Gallo's ours.

Judicial protection falls under the Marshals' purview.