The Untold Want

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You ready?

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Did you ever imagine that we could have this?

This quiet?

Nah, not in this lifetime.

You know, riding with you today,

it reminded me of when I was young.

And free.

Well, we're free now, baby.

Yeah.

First time for me, I think.

You happy, sweetheart?

I am.

I'm never gonna let this go.

Can we always do this?

You just tell me you want to ride and we'll ride.

Promise?

Yeah, I promise.

Shit.

How far?

It's too fucking close, honey.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Come on.

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Fuck.

My God.

Get Carter and get out of here.

I'm gonna start cutting the fences.

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Carter! Carter!

I need you to get down here!

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Hey. What's going on?

Ninety seconds. Grab what you can.

Where's Rip?

He's with the herd. Go!

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Open the trailer!

Come on.

Get your horse!

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Come on, baby.

Ha!

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I got it.

What do we do now?

We go.

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Fuck.

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Help me unhook the trailer.

What?

You stay with the horses. Come on.

Be right back.

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Okay.

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It's gone.

It's all gone.

It doesn't matter.

We start again.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

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Shit.

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Hey.

Couldn't sleep?

Uh-uh.

Are you okay?

I miss waking up to the mountains.

How is it this fucking hot at four in the morning?

Welcome to Texas, honey.

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Shit, I don't know, Rob-Will.

Yo, hold up.

He's just been asking questions lately, and I--

What kind of questions?

Too many.

-Right kind or the wrong kind? -Wrong,

like why some of the ear tags

get flagged in the tally book and some don't.

We'll take 'em to auction.

He went to auction last time. He knows you didn't.

Now go get him.

Wes won't come with me.

Rob-Will?

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Shh.

Heifer's calving backwards. I need your help.

Oh, let 'em sleep, we got a big day. Come on.

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Where is she?

There ain't no breeched heifer.

You been looking at my tally book?

Tally books?

You been looking at my operation?

I know you're asking

-questions about me. -What are you talking about?

You a snitch, Wes?

What?

Are you?

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Oh, fuck.

What the fuck, man?!

-You fucking killed him! -He hesitated.

You never hesitate.

Oh, we can't bury him here.

No, go on and fetch a tarp.

Chet, now!

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They look nice and fat.

Well, they hit 1,300 yesterday.

I'm gonna get another couple dozen, get 'em started.

Sky doesn't stop here.

It's like you can see forever.

Well, baby, if you look hard enough, maybe you can.

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Morning, ma'am.

Morning, Azul.

See you, baby.

- Here you go, sir. -Thank you.

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When's the last time anyone checked these traps?

Well, don't guess if you don't know.

Too long, ma'am.

So it would seem.

Another week,

they'll start to cannibalize each other,

the stronger ones eating the weaker ones

until the last two are at each other's throats.

It's savage.

We're better than that.

Miguel, you stay here, help Tommy.

Yes, ma'am.

Motherfucker.

-Language. -This is pointless.

When has a cowboy ever needed to know y = mx + b?

Finishing feed.

Price per pallet.

About $750.

Buy me a 600-pound Angus steer.

Two grand.