A Cowboy Saint

Mismanagement has been

a bit of a bugaboo of late.

Well, would you like me to fix your problem?

Well, I wonder, can you?

There are calves to wean.

Get your gear together

and get your asses in the saddle.

Y'all got ten minutes.

* dramatic music *

I'm looking for answers for Wes and Whitney,

you son of a bitch.

Go pack your fucking shit.

The Jacksons are gonna chew you up,

spit you out,

forget you ever had a name.

Why? I did the job just like Ms. Beulah told me.

Circumstances have changed.

This place is held together

with tape and baling wire.

You are easy prey, Beulah.

Evolve or die.

What are you selling?

You hire me,

nobody will fight harder for you.

Three weeks ago,

I found a dead body on our property.

It floated over from 10-Petal.

We need to be careful with this family.

You scared the shit out of me, brother.

I'm back in the saddle.

* gentle music *

What's all this?

Had a minute.

Te quiero mucho, but it's too early to build a crib.

I don't care about some wives' tale.

Plus, I'll sleep better knowing it's already here.

How do you feel about today?

Not bad,

as long as it's not forever.

Nothing's forever. Not your job,

not mine, not 10-Petal.

Nor anything else that may come our way.

And that don't scare you?

Bringing a kid into this world?

To have a father that would do anything

to protect it, to raise it,

to love it?

A mother that would do the same?

Corazón...

I'm scared, too.

But we're gonna figure this out together.

Yeah?

Yeah.

***

This is cute.

-You're cute. -

I was getting used to you in cowboy boots, honey.

Well, I won't be out of them for long.

Hey. Breakfast's ready.

Here you go.

Looks good. Thanks.

I'll, uh,

I'll be home late tonight.

Me, too.

Yeah?

You seeing Oreana?

Uh, she wants to go fishing,

and then maybe grab dinner after school.

Nice.

You know how to fish?

I'm sure it won't be that hard to learn.

Yup.

Well, just, uh, don't be too late.

Yup.

I know, um,

there's been a lot of change around here lately.

But we're gonna get through it together.

Like a family.

Carter, is there, uh,

is there something you want to talk about?

I got to get to class. I got a math quiz.

-Love you. -

- -Fuck.

We were fucking impossible at 19, weren't we?

Honey, you're still impossible.

You're welcome.

* slow, dramatic music

***

***

There's some good ol' boys in that bunkhouse.

And some sons of bitches.

-I've seen plenty of both. -My old man

is rolling in his grave.

Partner, you got a kid on the way.

Hey. The 10-Petal's

got a new herd of Angus that needs branding.

So let's start loading up these horses.

We spending the night, viejo?

You ain't. Zachariah, go get your shit.

You're gonna be my eyes and ears.

I'll meet you all over there.

Yes, sir.

Good morning.

Hi.

Last night was fun.

Yes, it was.

You got my hat off my head.

So, I'm gonna see you later tonight?

Uh, I think I better

sleep in my own bed tonight.

Oh, well, then I'll just, uh...

I'll leave the light on, just in case.

There you go.

So, you got a busy day ahead?

Yeah, due at the clinic now, directly.

Aha.

-There you go. -Oh, wow. Thank you.

Well, truth be told,

I'd rather spend the day with you than your friend.

Oh, hell, Beulah,

you and Beth may have more in common than you think.

Hmm.

I got your invite.

It sounds like another big to-do.

Oh, it's bigger.

Ranch only turns 190 years old once.

Change is on the horizon.

Mm. That a good thing?

Well, I...

I want you to be my date.

Do you?

Well, I would be honored.

Well, all right, then.

* slow, dramatic music *

Here we go.

***

Azul, you see any that need doctoring,

-I want you to pull 'em, yeah? -Yes, sir.

Git!

Ramos,

finally left the nest.

Nico, didn't you fail ninth grade?

I was busy cowboying while you were busy

-playing grab-ass. -It's called football.

¿Grado nueve?

N'ombre, está bien burro este güey.

What the fuck did he say?

Something about cow shit, I think.

Got a runny nose, viejo.

Pull 57 now.

I'm lengthening the leash with Oreana today.

She and the Dutton boy are headed to the lake.

Yes, ma'am.

***

Thank you, Miguel.

Have a safe flight, ma'am.

Thank you.

***

You're every bit as advertised.

Well, you get what you pay for.

I suppose that's up for Zane Nash to decide.

Businessmen like Zane,

they make deals on the details.

We win him, the rest will follow,

so preparation is everything.

I've also found that it helps

to bend with the wind.

He was born and raised on the South Side of Chicago.

Started busing tables at 15.

Built his empire by 30, without inheriting a penny,

without going to college.

Zane sees what most people don't.

So this...

this helps me bend to that.

Hmm. Bend away, Beth.

* gentle music *

When are you gonna talk to your ma?

When the time's right.

When's that?

You got to relax, man. Have another beer.

I gave my goddamn blood and sweat to this family.

Upheld my end of the deal,

kept my mouth shut about everything y'all done,

and still y'all throw me out

-on my ass? -Well, you only

get tossed out on your ass if you let 'em push you.

Hell, you did no better.

Chet...

...a weak man

goes through life without ever standing up for himself

'cause he starts counting the cost of fighting.

* ominous music *

That's a coward's heart.

Now, I don't want to believe

that's what's inside of you.

Motherfucker, you know it ain't.