The Abandons

We've got rustlers!

- Where? - Lower pasture!

Fucking move!

There they are!

This was Van Ness. Her tyranny's getting worse.

We all know that without the expansion of Van Ness Mines,

Angel's Ridge will slide back into the mud.

If all four families work together,

we might have a better chance to protect what's ours.

Heard you had a rustler problem at the ranch.

We all know you had nothing to do with that horror last night.

The attack required a fair amount of brains.

My visit here, only to collect what's owed.

Get off her! I'll let the law deal with your ungodly actions.

You think Hayworth is gonna lock up a Van Ness?

Stone, go to the sheriff. Stick, silence.

- Each family gets two votes. - Don't need two votes.

God gave us this home.

And only God can take it away.

Oh God.

Who is that?

A grizzly.

Our mayor unfortunate enough to be its morning meal.

Dreadful.

Bear headed west, most likely to the summit, feed off the rivers.

We're gathering up folks to watch the trails.

Make sure it's moved on.

I have three mines pulling power off those rivers.

Our miners will hear of this.

A distraction that could slow production for days.

My chief investor, Mr. Vanderbilt, is due here tomorrow.

This won't land well with him.

We form a hunting party.

Track the beast,

kill it before fear of it affects the work.

Yes. And we do it with haste.

No suspicion has shown itself.

Suspicion rarely shows its face.

We're still not free of the lie that we buried.

Or if I look for something other than dread,

I see a growing bond between friends and good neighbors.

I might need stronger specs

to see what you see,

neighbor.

Mam, deputies.

I'll handle this.

Deputies.

Ma'am, a man was killed in town this morning by a bear.

- We're gonna track and kill the grizzly. - We're looking for hunters.

Request of Van Ness Ventures.

All to be compensated.

We could use your tracking skills, Quentin.

And a fatted hog, Mr. Paxton.

Bear bait.

We're on our way to ride to Sáus River. Meet with the Cayuse.

- Trade some horses. - They need you here.

Maybe Lilla will join me. Meet my people.

All right, we'll take the trail at the ten bell.

The force of these tears must be…

…which suggests an age of…

- Hunters! - …I believe five, six years.

Hunters.

These vouchers can be used for any town goods and services.

Compliments of my mother.

Who made the silver dandy fucking hunter king?

I heard you will be going after the bear.

Be careful.

Right, I… I will.

Safely led by your brother's sturdy hand.

It's pomp and bluster.

Just Garret's way of keeping sadness at arm's length.

Do not take it to heart.

As a favor?

To me?

Whenever you're ready, brother.

And I shall pray for a safe and bountiful hunt.

- She'll be praying for us. - I heard.

Friends, neighbors, fellow citizens,

adversity has its way of bringing us together.

Today, Angel's Ridge has that bond.

Let us pray for a fruitful hunt.

And return to our day.

Godspeed to all.

- Godspeed! - God bless, ma'am.

Lead them well, son.

But do not put yourself in harm's way.

I know how to hunt, Mother.

Promise me.

Safe return you shall have.

Hunters!

Put the poor fellow in the graveyard shed.

Secure the latch or else the raccoons will make a feast of him.

Pastor, Mayor Nibley was a Catholic.

Father Duffy should give final rites.

Ah, I'll let him know.

Your priest, he's now Monsignor Duffy.

Monsignor!

Ladies.

Splendid news on your clergyman.

I'm sure it was most deserved.

Well, what a day.

Our children coming together in a time of need.

Turned a page, have we?

Tell that to the cattle at the bottom of my fucking cliff.

If you cooperate…

it would guarantee your safety.

Safety? For my silver?

You make extortion sound like progress, Constance.

The answer is no.

Don't ask me again.

Welcome back, Father.

Thank you.

Apparently getting closer to God requires a new horse and coat.

All well deserved.

Pastor Collier.

I pray your travels were blessed with more calm than our morning was.

Dearest Fiona.

Sweet Dahlia.

Father…

Monsignor Duffy.

I'm so thrilled. So proud of you.

It's but a change in color.

- Pastor tell you of our mayor's fate? - Indeed.

Such a tragic end.

I gather the boys taking to the hunt?

They are.

I am glad to see you, good priest.

And you as well, Madame Giselle.

We could use your Latin skills at services tomorrow.

Oh, alas… God demands an even greater service

of me and my disciples.

Any indication as to the fate of the Van Ness boy?

The one gone missing?

Nothing told to us.

Will you be joining us for supper?

Your stew and a wicked game of fidchell,

that's the true reason I make these monthly rounds.

Ah, so it is.

It's the monsignor.

Pride of County Louth.

If you had any pride, you'd pour a more respectable bottle.

Ah, the abuse we shoulder here.

With Mass and your final sacrament,

will there be time for absolution this trip?

Oh, time enough.

The pastor allowing us his church as our needs demand.

Come on, let's get you settled. I'll take that.

Found two sets of tracks coming and going from the far bends of the river.

The grizzly likes it here.

Trap will take a good couple hours.

Gives us time to lay bait.

Thought the hog was the bait.

We lay crumbs along the tracks.

Lead the beast to the fatted prize.

Ah, Quint, you, Walter, and Miles take a set.

- Me and Albie will lay the other. - Are we taking your orders now?

Which party should I lend a hand?

You know, I think our commander here could use some bear learning.

Why don't you, uh, stay here and read him a nice story?

Best you come with us, son.

No, someone needs to keep our orphans from going astray.

Grab the gizzards.

What's put him in such a state?

He wants to join the Cayuse rebels.

Struggles with his father's trust in the treaty.

Treaties have not been kind to any nation.

No longer your worry, sister.

You left us…

for a life with outsiders.

Wait here.

Ah!

Apologies for the start, miss.

I was not aware I had an audience.

Are you here to pay mother a visit?

If your mother is Mrs. Van Ness.

Please, keep playing.

Impromptu 90 is one of my favorites.

You know Schubert.

Just because a man looks a bit worn…

No, I…

I meant no judgment.

Sure you did. Rightfully so.

Please.

Sit.

Most men around here barely know "Ring Around the Rosie."

Vanderbilt visits tomorrow, yet all my thoughts are with Willem.

I know.

I worry you don't put much faith in Mr. Roache and his men.

I know nothing about him or his crew.

Other than the long list of crimes they're wanted for.

I know Mr. Roache presents certain challenges,

but we've got tasks in front of us

that may need someone who can cross lines we cannot.

Too many boots tread those lines,

becomes hard for everyone to see.

I appreciate your loyalty, Jack.

That's the polite, white lady way of saying,

"keep my tongue still."

Mr. Roache?

Oh, Mother.