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(INSECTS TRILLING)

(PERSON PANTING)

(RAPID FOOTSTEPS)

(RAVEN CAWING)

MAN: Get back here!

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GENTLE WOMAN PLAYING)

* Got a heart on the mend

* And a head full of tunes

* Sister sits on the porch

* Cloud crosses the moon

* Oh

Well, looks like we found our troublemakers.

Heel.

(ELK BUGLING) Hey, big guy.

I'm gonna have to run you out of here.

Hope you at least got a bellyful.

(GUNSHOT)

(ELK BUGLING)

So you're the new Vern Dunnegan.

I am.

Joe Pickett.

Well, nice to meet you, Warden.

Elk really did a number on your ranch, didn't they?

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, they sure did.

Well, brought my tools,

so I'll get this fence fixed up.

And say, Vern and I go way back, and...

situation like this, he would have figured out a way

to get the State to pay for the damage.

Ah, same rules apply.

I mean, the law doesn't change

just 'cause there's a new game warden.

Wait. That's the law?

Officially, the state owns the elk,

so Game Commission's liable for any damage they do.

Vern, that old slippery son of a bitch.

Always acted like he was doing me some sort of big favor.

That sounds like Vern. Yep.

Well, I brought some tools. Let me give you a hand.

Great. (GUNSHOT ECHOES)

Target shootin'?

Nope.

That bullet hit flesh.

Gonna have to come back.

(WHISTLES)

Maxine, come on. Up.

Don't go getting yourself killed, now,

'fore you help me with my fence.

(ENGINE ROARING)

Stay.

Please drop the knife.

Little early for elk season, you know.

Meat for the pot, Warden. Just meat for the pot.

Some of us got families to feed.

Seems to me you didn't have to kill the only trophies

in the herd just to fill your freezer.

Then again, there's quite the black market

for antlers and velvet.

Say a haul like this'd fetch you a couple grand.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't know anything about all that.

Either way, I'm gonna have to write you up.

Ote Keeley, isn't it?

You're kidding me, right?

No. I'm not kidding.

Wait a second.

I know you.

You're that brand-new game warden

that arrested the governor of Wyoming

for fishin' without a license.

That's you, isn't it?

I didn't know he was the governor.

Oh, you didn't know he was the governor?

(LAUGHS)

Yeah. I read about that in the paper.

"Rookie Game Warden Arrests Governor Budd."

Yee-hoo! (LAUGHS)

Hey, you ain't really gonna write me a ticket, are you?

See, I'm a professional hunting outfitter.

Just...

Can't feed the kids,

outfitter's license gets pulled.

I ain't kiddin'.

I know we can...

we can work something out, can't we?

I'm not kidding either.

Give me your driver's license.

(SIGHS)

I got a kid.

Another on the way.

How am I supposed to support them?

Not like this.

You know there's more animals in Wyoming than people?

Ain't no one gonna care about them critters.

What in the hell could this possibly matter?

You know these bulls you just killed are new papas?

Now, how the hell am I supposed to know that?

'Cause it's April.

I figure the least I can do

is make sure nobody kills 'em

when they're having their babies.

Give their young a chance to stand on their own.

I figure it's the least any of us can do, Ote.

Don't you think?

Vern Dunnegan would never pull this shit.

I'm not Vern Dunnegan.

No.

You sure as hell ain't.

License.

Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy.

(BARKS)

Now we're in really, really deep, ain't we?

I'd suggest you give that back to me.

I give you this gun,

you're gonna lock me up for a long, long time.

(BARKING CONTINUES)

On the other hand,

new game warden

found out in the middle of nowhere,

shot dead by his own gun,

well...

that might start to look like

things weren't going so hot in the new town.

How 'bout that story?

Things been a little rough lately.

Financial hardships and the like.

The elk.

The blood, they'd notice that.

(GRUNTS)

(BARKS)

How 'bout I let you walk

and you don't write me a ticket?

No.

What?

I'm still gonna write you the ticket.

Are you stupid?

You'd rather die

than not write me a ticket?

No.

Would you rather a murder rap than getting a ticket

for huntin' out of season?

(DOG BARKS DISTANTLY)

Yeah.

Maybe.

(SHOUTS) (GUNSHOT)

(BOTH GRUNTING) (GUNSHOT)

Ah!

Ah!

(STRAINING)

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

Ah!

(GROANING)

I have kids!

You want to leave my kids without a father?

For what? What?

Couple of bucks. Nah.

You can't kill me. You're a lawman.

Oh, I don't know about that, Ote.

They find you out here dead, all alone,

might start to think things weren't going so well.

Financial hardships and such. No, no.

The blood.

The cops would notice the blood.

You really think the cops are gonna care

about what happened to someone like you?

No.

I don't.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I'm still gonna write you that ticket.

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Three.

Two.

One.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(SLOW COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey. Hey.

I just put the girls to bed,

but you should say "hi."

They'll be happy to see you.

Yeah. Sounds good.

Joe, what happened to your face?

Just game warden business.

Guess what I'm doin'.

We're gonna be a two-income household again.

You find anything good?

Oh, yeah.

I'm trying to decide between

tractor doctor and rodeo clown.

Some might say it's not the best use

of my law degree, but...

I can see it. (BOTH LAUGH)

Hey. Hey.

(SIGHS)

After all the moving around,

here we are.

You finally have your own post.

The girls started their new school.

I can go back to work.

(WHISPERING) We made it, Joe.

This right here?

It's what we worked so hard for.

Pretty nice. (PHONE RINGS)

Yeah, it's pretty nice. (CHUCKLES)

GIRL: Mom, someone's calling for you!

I'm out front, hon.

Can you see what it's about?

Had a bit of a thing today. It's a doctor.

Says it's about your blood work.

Blood work?

Yeah, I had a physical last week.

It...feels kind of late to call, right?

Hmm.

Mind if I take it?

Please, yeah. Okay.

Good night, Daddy. Night-night.

Night-night. Night, Daddy.

(KISSES)

Sweet dreams. We didn't get a song.

Oh.

Just one? Please?

We haven't seen you all day.

(HUMMING)

* Hush-a-bye

* Don't you cry

* Go to sleep, little baby

* When you wake You shall have cake *

* And all the pretty Little horses *

* Blacks and bays Dappled and grays *

* Coach and six white horses

(HUMMING)

Night, Daddy. Night-night.

(MARYBETH SNIFFLES)

Marybeth, what is it?

It's good news.

I'm pregnant.

Great. (SNIFFLES)

(CRYING) Yeah.

I'm sorry. I feel like a terrible person

for feeling like this.

I just... No, I get it.

One minute, I just...

Well, I guess I thought I might get me back.

You know? Mm-hmm.

Hey.

We'll figure it out.

Like always.

Okay, got everything?

GIRL: Okay. Okay.

Wait! I almost forgot to feed Buckaroo.

Grab the bowl quickly.

No, going outside.

That cat's not coming back. No.

Not after three weeks in those woods.

You want me to talk to her? (SIGHS)

No, not yet.

Let's let her make one friend in Saddlestring first.

Okay! Okay.

Let's do it.

(UPBEAT COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(MARYBETH LAUGHS)

Look at that.

MARYBETH: Oh.

Hi, there!

I got a question for you.

What's a girl gotta do

to make some new friends in this town?

I don't know.

Divorce the game warden.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Your mom's a real people person.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm not a people person.

I'm more of an animal person, like you.

Huh.

Buckaroo's not coming back, is he?

No. No, I don't think so, hon.

But it can't hurt to leave out food for him,

just in case?

Nope, I guess it can't.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Vern Dunnegan.

Didn't expect to see you here.

Didn't you get the memo,

you're retired?

Old habits die young, I guess.

So you're the Vern Dunnegan

I've heard so much about.

And you must be

the Mrs. Joe Pickett

that I've heard so much about. (LAUGHS)

I'm Marybeth. Nice to meet you.

Vern is the previous game warden in this area.

And he cast a pretty big shadow, I have to admit.

Seems my shadow gets bigger with each passing year.

Oh, God, me too, Vern. Me too.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

All right, ladies. You want a balloon animal?

BOTH: Yay! Okay.

Have fun.

How's Sandy doin'?

Uh, we split up.

Oh. I'm sorry to hear it.

Don't be.

I rolled over one morning to take one last look

at her puffy face.

Turns out, I could only take her in small doses.

I may only have two decades left,

and I don't want to spend 'em arguing about

why I don't want to take salsa lessons.

(LAUGHS)

Well, how's retirement treating you,

other than not having to take salsa lessons?

Surprisingly lucrative.

I've been doing some consulting for InterWest.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

They're planning on building a pipeline

right through Saddlestring.

They needed some help with the locals,

and who better to help

but the unofficial mayor of Saddlestring?

(CHUCKLES)

I gotta tell you, Joe...

Couple nights ago,

Ote Keeley was drunk,

shootin' off his mouth over at Stockman's Bar.

He was saying something about

he stole your own gun away from you?

Is that true?

Ah, it just happened too fast.

I wasn't expecting it.

Everything bad happens fast.

There's a reason game wardens are killed

more than any other officer of the law.

Poachers are usually drunk, always armed.

You leave a man in the middle of nowhere,

he turns into a goddamn caveman with a gun.

You're right. You're damn right I'm right.

I just don't want you to end up

a sad story I tell my friends.

I appreciate it, Vern.

Take my advice.

You gotta learn to bend a little.

You can't go around pissing off degenerates like Ote Keeley.

Guys like him don't have enough to lose.

It makes them unpredictable.

Ticket the tourists.

You got a better chance

of making it to retirement that way.

Are you suggesting I give Ote his hunting license back?

Well, it wouldn't be the dumbest thing you ever did.

All due respect, I think...

I'm gonna do things a little different.

Yeah.

We'll see.

(FOLK MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh!

Hey, man.

Why don't you watch where you're going?

Just move on, Keeley.

Oh, you tellin' me what to do?

(LAUGHS)

See, I think you're out of your jurisdiction there,

Game Warden.

I'm here with my family.

Yeah. And I'm with mine.

Whole lot, too.

Ever since you took away my livelihood.

Well, if you got an issue,

you call during business hours.

Here I thought game wardens were always on duty.

Not for you, I'm not.

Come on.

Who's that?

Ah, he's just some poacher I ticketed.

Should I be worried? No!

Nope, nothing I can't handle.

(BISON BELLOWING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

YOUNG JOE: Someday, I'm gonna live there,

and I'll walk into one of those fields,

and I'll close my eyes.

And I'll remember what it used to be like for us here,

and this'll just be a memory.

I wanna go there, too.

I want to go where you go.

Then look at it.

See if you focus enough,

if you can hear it.

Hear the wind.

The sounds of the bison in the distance.

Listen.

YOUNG VICTOR: I think I can hear it. Can you, Joey?

Yeah.

I can hear it.

(PHONE BUZZING)

Vern, what's up?

Have you met the Bouvier sisters?

Nope. I don't think so.

Trust me, you'd remember if you had.

Apparently they didn't get the memo

that I'm no longer the game warden.

I'll text you their address.

(GROANS)

(KNOCKS)

WOMAN: Who is it?

Oh, I think he's the new Vern Dunnegan.

Yeah. I'm Joe.

Is he as handsome as Vern Dunnegan?

(LAUGHS) Oh, hi.

(LAUGHS UNEASILY)

Vern told me you had some sort of game warden issue.

Oh, yes. It's Hey You.

Excuse me? The emu.

He's in the bedroom.

Oh, you have a emu in your bedroom?

Hey You.

Sorry? What's that?

That's his name, "Hey You."

Ah, got it. BOTH: Yeah.

Come on in. Oh, please, come in.

Yeah? Yeah, don't be shy.

Okay. Don't worry about your shoes.

Don't worry about your boots. It's all good.

JOE: Okay. Yeah, just follow me.

All right.

Just around here.

Oh, just so's you know,

Hey You can be a little territorial.

Yeah, just a little.

Yeah. (LAUGHS) Yes.

WOMAN 1: Here you are. WOMAN 2: Here we are, honey.

WOMAN 1: It's Mommy. WOMAN 2: There we are. Mommy.

Hi, Hey You. Oh, hi, big boy.

Hey You.

How about we just, uh--

(GROWLS) WOMAN: Mommy. It's Uncle Joe--

(SCREECHES)

Oh! WOMAN: See, just a little.

Like I told you. (LAUGHS)

All right, uh...

do you have a sheet or something

I could use to throw over Hey You's head?

Oh, yeah, I have a quilt that can cover him.

Uh, which quilt? Reba.

But that's my quilt. But it's Hey You's favorite.

All right, then. Oh, well, thank you.

Yeah, look at this, huh?

I made it myself.

We were redheads once. Yeah, we love her.

There you go. BOTH: Yes.

Oh, that's a good way in. JOE: All right.

Yeah. Yeah, let's go this way.

Yeah, very good. You look like a matador.

All right. Remember, a little territorial.

Just a little. Yeah, just maybe...

Okay, we're fine.

Listen, he loves that, because it comforts him.

WOMAN 1: Yes. WOMAN 2: Okay, have at him.

WOMAN 1: Hi, sweet. WOMAN 2: Hi, hi.

WOMAN 1: It's Mommy, Hey You. WOMAN 2: And Uncle Joe.

Here he comes.

(SCREECHES AND HISSES) (GRUNTING)

WOMAN 1: Hey You, relax... WOMAN 2: Oh!

(JOE GRUNTING)

(SCREECHING)

WOMAN: Oh, my Lord! (JOE SHOUTING)

(SCREECHING)

(GROWLING)

(WOMAN 1 SIGHS) (WOMAN 2 CHUCKLES)

Not bad. Nice job.

Well, I recommend keeping the door closed

so Hey You doesn't get back in the house.

But he does like watching Jeopardy!, so...

Oh, please take this as a little thank-you.

Yes. For Vern.

You know, you did a much better job

than I would have guessed after reading about you

in the newspaper. Mm-hmm.

The paper? Mm.

Hmm? Oh, Vivian, he doesn't know.

VIVIAN: Oh. Mm.

"Run-in with local outfitter."

"Grabbed his gun."

What?

"Lost control of his sphincter"?

Hi. How are you?

RECEPTIONIST: Good.

What?

It ain't lit.

RECEPTIONIST: Jeannie,

is the address we have on file still good?

Well, I don't know.

It's where I am now,

but goddamn landlord's

trying to evict me, so...

Hey, you mind if I take a look?

I'm a...

I was a lawyer.

(SCOFFS)

I don't need your goddamn charity.

Okay. Suit yourself.

Just sit here and read about celebrities

going through menopause, I guess.

(SCOFFS)

Well...

wouldn't want you to have to do that.

Who'd your landlord give this to?

My daughter. How old is she?

Why does that matter? She under 14?

She's nine.

Oh,

my daughter's nine, too.

Cute.

Landlord can't give this to anyone under 14,

so...

legally you can stay put till he figures that out.

Not a long-term solution, but it's something.

RECEPTIONIST: Marybeth?

Thanks.

You can lay down here. Great.

The doctor will be right in.

Okay.

I read that thing about your husband.

My goodness, sure glad he's okay.

Exactly where did you read about my husband?

Thank you.

Joe.

(CHILDREN YELLING, LAUGHING)

GIRL: Hey, country weird.

Why are you reading a book? It's recess.

Bermuda Triangle?

Sounds boring.

It is boring.

Especially if you don't know how to read.

(GIGGLES)

What are you laughing at, April?

Wait. Oh, my God.

That's my jacket.

I donated this old jacket to Salvation Army,

and now April's wearing it.

See?

Look, there's my name.

Secondhand.

That's her new name now.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

Bye, Secondhand!

(LAUGHS MENACINGLY)

I don't think the Bermuda Triangle

sounds boring.

(SIGHS) Oh, you gotta be shittin' me.

Hey!

April?

Why is this perfectly good jacket in the garbage?

Hmm?

I don't like that jacket anymore.

Oh, boo-hoo.

You don't like that jacket.

Well, you know what, April?

I don't like ungrateful kids!

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

And I sure as shit

don't like shithead husbands

who get their names in the paper

for shooting their mouths all over town!

Trying to be some big shot.

The game warden already took your license.

You think this is gonna help things?

Could you stop it? Huh?

How's this gonna help things? I'm serious.

I'm warning you!

Now, don't you worry.

I got a plan to get my license back.

(SCOFFS)

You got a plan, huh? Yeah.

Bye, Lumpy.

See you, Grumpy.

Dad's home! Dad!

Come on, girl. (BARKS)

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

What's wrong?

What makes you think something's wrong?

I don't know.

What kind of mood's your mom in today?

(SIGHS) Not great.

All right. Do me a favor, will you?

Just keep your sister outside for a few, okay?

Mom and Dad need to have a little talk.

Tell her she looks nice. She likes that.

(LAUGHS) She didn't know where it went.

Okay, come here. Drop it.

MARYBETH: Okay, Mom, calm down.

Yeah, it's... it's gonna be okay.

Yep, I'm gonna talk to Joe right now.

Okay.

Okay. Bye.

You look nice.

And you.

I don't have time for it right now.

Apparently Mom's husband was just arrested.

Arrested? White-collar stuff.

Wire fraud or something.

She needs us to go get her.

When?

Right now.

All the way to Jackson Hole?

I dare you.

Hey, girls? SHERIDAN: Yeah?

Come on, eat quick,

and then put your PJs on.

We're going to get Grandma Missy.

Just Missy.

She doesn't like the word "Grandma."

OTE: I know. I know.

Elroy needs a break.

Altitude's gettin' to him.

We should keep moving.

We can take a break over the ridge.

Nah, besides,

I gotta piss.

Again?

What's this, the fourth time we stopped, so you can piss?

Here.

Doc calls it "splastic" bladder.

Happens when I don't hydrate enough.

They're sayin' hydrating's real important

for overall health.

MAN: Wow.

That's a real interesting factoid, Calvin.

Now, Ote, would you get back on your damn horse?

What the hell?

What the hell's that?

(RAVEN CAWING)

(SCOFFS) Dumb bird.

(ARROW THWACKS)

OTE: Oh, shit.

They asleep? Yeah.

They're asleep.

I assume you heard.

Well, apparently, everyone has.

I assume you're mad at me for not telling you?

I know I probably should have. I just...

I didn't want to worry you. Oh, come on.

I know how dangerous your job is.

I just thought we were doing this thing together.

You're...

you're right.

Is Keeley the same guy you had a problem with

at the farmers' market?

Yeah.

Is this gonna escalate? No.

No, don't worry. I can handle it.

Joe, I'm not some damsel who needs your protection.

If there's a dangerous situation going on,

you need to tell me.

I would. It's not.

It was...stupid.

I let my guard down for a minute and I shouldn't have.

It was...stupid.

You know, I read something once

that always makes me think of you.

That people who grow up around violence sometimes

have a hard time recognizing danger when it comes.

I made a dumb mistake, okay?

Let's not make it any more than that.

Okay.

I'll do better.

I won't die dumb. I promise.

I don't want you to die smart either.

Better than dumb.

And just so you know, I did not shit my pants.

That part was exaggerated.

Well, I sure am glad we cleared that up.

Hey. Hmm?

Do me a favor. Hmm?

Be nice to my mother.

Of course. Seriously.

(KNOCKING)

MISSY: It's open. She said it's open.

Mom? (CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Mom? (WOMAN CRYING)

They took him away.

Oh. My lover!

The federal government came into my house,

and they took my lover away.

Oh, great.

See you've been drinking again, Mom.

I... I am not.

I haven't had a drop in over a year!

But who could blame me on a night like tonight

if a did have a glass, hmm?

Or two!

Who could blame me?

I mean, I do think that I am entitled

to one glass of wine

on the night that

the government stole my lover.

You gotta tell her to stop saying "lover."

It's creepy. Stop it.

MISSY: I decorated this entire place.

Shep has no taste, and I picked out every damn piece.

And now they're saying that I have to leave it all behind!

(LAUGHS BITTERLY) Frozen assets.

I mean, this chair.

This one, single chair.

Well, it cost more than your entire house.

How does that make you feel?

Like maybe I should take up wire fraud.

Joe? I'll wait in the car.

Yep.

(SCOFFS) You could have married anyone.

How you would end up with a park ranger...

Mom, stop it! ...is beyond me.

Stop it! He's not a...

Joe is a good man and a good husband

and a good father.

And it looks to me like maybe I should be the one

giving you advice on picking men.

(SOBS) You're right.

You're right. Okay, sorry, Mom.

Mom, I'm sorry. Okay.

Hey, I'm sorry. Please stop.

It's gonna be okay.

Okay, let's just get your stuff,

and we're gonna go.

It's gonna be okay.

(OWL HOOTING)

Missy's all set up.

Just so you know...

You were right, I should have trusted you more.

Yeah. You should have.

Yeah.

And I want to think that I didn't tell you

'cause I didn't want to worry you,

but if I'm honest with myself...

Just didn't want you to think less of me.

What do you mean?

Ever since Ote took my gun,

I keep hearing my dad's voice in my head,

and he's telling me, "Never give an inch.

"Never look weak."

I do my best to be a good man,

a moral man.

But in that moment,

when I looked at everything Ote almost took from me...

I, uh...

I almost killed the son of a bitch.

Joe. It's okay to be angry.

You're allowed.

It won't make you dangerous.

I know what anger looks like

when it's given free rein,

and I don't want that for my wife, my kids.

What?

Sometimes life has a way of forcing us

to deal with unfinished business.

Well, that business is finished.

I grew up.

It's done.

Okay.

(WIND WOOSHING)

(RAVENS CAWING)

(GLASS CRUNCHING)

WOMAN: Joey? Joey, open the door! (BANGING ON DOOR)

Joey, please open the door! (BANGING ON DOOR)

Please. (CONTINUES BANGING ON THE DOOR)

Come on, open the door, Joey!

He's coming. Open the door, Joey!

Open the door!

MAN: Hey, son. (GUN COCKS)

We're in real deep now, ain't we?

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Joey, open the door!

(GUN COCKING)

Ain't we?

(GUNSHOT)

(PANTING)

MAN: Get back here!

(GRUNTS)

You gotta come home sometime!

MISSY: Joe?

What are you doing?

It's 2:00 in the morning.

Um...

Missy, I forgot you were there.

(SCOFFS)

SHERIDAN: Then the monster came down from the mountains

in the middle of the night.

Sheridan had a bad dream.

I heard it rattling around looking for our house.

Sheridan, knock it off.

You'll scare your sister.

I'm already scared.

What did it look like?

It was like the shape of Dad but more...

dark.

How'd you sleep?

Not good.

After you woke me up, the dog kept scratching at the door.

I did not sleep much.

(GIRLS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Joe,

I may not have been at my best last night.

That's okay.

Apology accepted.

That was not an apology.

I might not have been at my best, either.

Also not an apology.

Oh, great,

now I have a seven-year-old,

a nine-year-old,

and a pair of ten-year-olds.

Morning. Morning.

Then the man walked toward the wood pile,

where he fell down with a boom.

Hold up, Sheridan.

Just then, you said "man," not "monster."

You said "man."

I guess it could have been a man.

Where'd Maxine want to go last night

when she kept you up?

Out back.

I'll go take a look.

Take your gun.

Eat your breakfast.

(RAVENS CAWING)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Hello?

Someone here?

(CAWING INTENSIFIES)

(RAVENS CAWING)

SHERIDAN: Dad? Get back in the house!

MARYBETH: Joe? Joe, what is it?

It's Ote Keeley.

He's dead.

Why is he here?

(WHISPERING) I don't know.

Remember how I told you things weren't gonna escalate?

I was wrong.

* Hush-a-bye Don't you cry *

* Go to sleep, Little baby *

* When you wake You shall have cake *

* And all the pretty Little horses *

* Blacks and bays Dappled and grays *

* Coach and six white horses

JOE: I guess I just learned

not to run away from that fear.

Fear can be good.

It's there for a reason.

Keeps us safe.

Don't be scared of it.

* Hush-a-bye Don't you cry *

* Go to sleep Little baby *

* When you wake You shall have cake *

* And all the pretty Little horses *

* Blacks and bays Dappled and grays *

* Coach and six white horses