Summoning the Spirit

You sure about this?

Yeah.

All right.

What is this place.

I don't know, but this is the spot.

This is perfect.

Come on.

What?

Nothing.

This just feels wrong, it's all.

Remember, we're doing this because we have to.

Right.

It's fire season, and during fire season, we fight fires,

or there's no work.

No.

Going back to the car.

I'm out.

We need this.

It's just acres.

We need this.

OK, fine.

Let's just do it.

I love you.

I love you too.

Go on.

Do it.

I'm so sorry.

No.

We didn't do anything.

Hit her.

Hit her.

Hit her.

That girl so long ago.

How does the old song go I don't know.

This girl she is a woman.

Hey.

Where is that music coming from?

What was that?

I don't know.

We need to get out of here.

Yeah.

You're a novelist?

Yes.

Yes.

I used to teach history, and now I write historical fiction.

I'm working on my second book now.

How about you, Carla?

Oh, I was in academia as well until recently.

I have been working on my private practice.

I'm an LPC, a therapist.

You're both kind of getting a new start, yes?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

I'm getting pretty serious about my writing.

And I'm intrigued by this new project.

So that's why we're here.

So for the writer and the therapist, and the family,

I cannot imagine a better view.

It's been on the market for what, two years?

How could anyone resist this place?

Maybe it's too rural.

I take it that's not a problem for the two of you.

Oh no.

We're looking forward to some peace and quiet.

We're looking to set down some roots.

Well, with over five acres of land, you have plenty of room

to set down roots right here.

This land is special.

It feels special.

It's said to be the home of the Squaniti or stick native.

It's considered to be a giant.

A giant.

Yes.

Among the Wenatchi tribe, they're

called night people or forest people.

Some people just call it the spirit.

Mhm.

Interesting.

They're just stories mainly meant to keep children

from wandering into the forest.

Would you give us a minute?

Sure.

I'll be over there.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I want this, but we're stretching our budget right.

I have faith in us.

So do I.

Hey there.

Hi.

Hi neighbor.

So you finally moved in.

My family and I live in the barn house down the road.

Yeah, yeah.

I'm Dean.

Carla is inside.

I'm Arlo, by the way.

I love you, Dean.

I'm sorry.

I like to lead with love.

Well.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't expecting you to be there.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have done all this.

No need... no need to apologize, Dean.

I think everyone should be like this.

No hiding, no secrets, just all out in the open.

Free.

Yeah.

That's right.

So what do you do, Dean?

I'm a writer.

Really?

Me to.

The forest will do so good for you.

That was the idea.

I think that's a beautiful idea.

Thanks.

Listen, I got to get back there.

Young Elijah, his summer fields parents, died of dysentery.

Leaving he and his little baby sister

to finish their journey along the Oregon Trail.

You know, I don't think they use tape recorders

on the Oregon Trail.

Or give me this one modern convenience.

Hey, can we get out of the house today, please?

It's really nice outside.

Yeah, but deadlines are deadlines, mommy.

Well, you can ask for more time.

You have leverage.

No.

No.

Not with the sales of the last book.

Now I'm stuck writing about the Oregon Trail because

of some video game for kids.

I'm Colombian.

What the hell do I know about the Oregon Trail.

Man.

Well, if you feel like you're treading water,

maybe you can find some inspiration out there.

It just never flows out of me.

You know what I mean, mommy.

I'm not the only one.

When all of the greatest writers they hated writing.

Gabriel García Márquez Erneto

Hemingway.

Dean, this isn't easy.

Let me finish this.

It's meant to be, so it'll be right.

Right.

Now let me feel.

Now let me feel.

Now let me feel.

Now let me feel.

Always feel right.

I feel right.

All the time.

All the time.

All the time.

Why.

Elijah held himself up like grasping the sides of the wagon

as he bumped along the ragged, dirty trail.

As he gazed out into the vast plains,

he knew that this would be the last time that he would ever

see his home.

Laura...

Did you write me a shitty reference?

What?

After everything we've been through that,

you couldn't do this one last thing for me.

Look, hey, I'm trying to move on, OK.

You can move on with your life Dean without sabotaging mine.

Look, you don't even know what I'm dealing with here.

Things aren't peaches and cream for me, either.

I can make this so much worse for you.

Laura.

Laur...

I feel right.

All the time.

All the time.

All the ti...

Baby, why am I acting weak?

I know she's killing me was my bravery Lord just set me free.

you singing it different

you won't

I'm not the person that won't be the last,

but you heard what I said.

Yeah, but you heard what I said.

I got the weight on my shoulders.

You got anything...

Has anyone ever told you hitchhiking isn't safe anymore?

I think around here, it still is.

I'm Celeste.

I'm Carla.

Hi.

Hey.

Where are you heading?

To my friend's place.