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Walt, the old man says,
"This way of life is not easy."

It is a way of life
for the strong heart.

"This sacred lodge
is our original home

from our mother earth."

"Coming in,

you will leave behind
all that is bad."

"Stay true
to your warrior spirit."

"Know when to fight
and when to --"

This is why
I don't have a cellphone.

Ruben, do not
bring that phone in here.

It's for the sheriff.

I was starting to worry
about you, sheriff.

She the only horse
that made it out?

Looks that way.

For sure there are
two dead horses inside.

This one here's likely
to be the third,

given the severity
of the burns.

Whatever it takes.

Don't you listen to Branch.

What a shit storm.

That Bill Hoback?

What's he doing here?

He's the Stewarts' neighbor.

He lives five miles that way.

But he saw the lights,
heard the sirens,

and came over to see
if he could help.

Where's Ray?

The husband?
Nobody seems to know.

That's his truck
over there.

Yeah. I've been
calling his cell all night.

No answer.

Excuse me.
Sheriff Longmire?

I think there's a body inside.

I mean, it's hard to tell
with the smoke and the ash,

and that roof
could come down any second.

You can't go in.
It's just not safe.

It's better
to wait until morning.

If there's a body in there,
then we're going inside.

No. We are not.

I am.

Sheriff, least wear my hat.

Can you take T.J. inside
for a few minutes?

T.J., why don't you, uh,
help me find something to eat

for all these
firefighters here?

It's okay.

Let's see what you got inside.

Ray is gonna be devastated.

He loves those horses.
They're his life.

Have you been
able to reach Ray?

I left him messages
on his cell.

No.

Where did you get that?

In the barn.
I'm afraid --

That's his watch!

Oh, God.

Oh, God. No.

Oh, God. Oh, God.
Oh, God, what happened?!

The sun is gonna come up,
and when it does,

I promise to find out.

No.
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

T.J.!

She needs to be put down.

Hold up.
T.J., let's talk!

Son, put down the gun!
He's okay. He's okay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy, easy.

No, it's selfish
to keep her alive

when she's like this.

Move out of the way.

No!

Room service.

You know, I've seen
some messed up shit on the job,

but this is
my first horse fire.

Sure as hell hope it's my last.

Winston Churchill once said,

"The outside of a horse is
good for the inside of a man."

This guy raise racehorses?

Nope. Cutting horses.

All those trophies --

these horses
must have been worth a lot.

Body's over there
under those stairs.

Now I see why
Ray didn't answer his cellphone.

.45.

All the rounds went off.

But only one spent primer,
so one round was fired,

and the others
exploded from the heat.

I'm guessing he took one
to the head.

Give me a hand here.

Going up?
Yep.

Padlock on the inside.

Looks like Ray

didn't want anyone
to get inside to help him.

Looks that way.

What have you found?
What happened?

It's still early,
Mrs. Stewart.

But I called a friend of mine from
the insurance company to come out,

take a look around,
and help us sort this out, so...

Now, there will
likely be an autopsy.

I'll push to
have that happen today.

Thank you.

So, was Ray under
any particular pressure lately?

He was --
he was preparing

for a big competition
in Houston.

He loved those horses.

But...

What?

Well, last week he --
he asked a doctor

to prescribe him
some antidepressants.

I for-- I forget the name,
but I think they're upstairs

in the medicine cabinet.

Uh, deputy Moretti,
would you...?

So, Alice...

You know I have to
ask you about it.

Sorry. About what?

You came to me two years ago.

That was a misunderstanding.

He hit you.

I know you didn't
want to press charges,

but you told me he hit you.

So I have to ask --
was it happening again?

That was
a one-time thing.

I swear, sheriff.
Ray loved me.

Now, you asked me
to keep it a secret.

And I have.
But I need to know --

Did anybody else
know about that incident?

Say, T.J.?

What is it, sweetheart?

I was going through dad's desk

and I found this note
underneath the keyboard.

My name was on the envelope,
and yours was, too.

I'm so sorry.

Oh. Is this
Ray's signature?

Yes.

It's getting hard to see this

as anything other
than a suicide.

Not much of a suicide note.

"I'm sorry
for everything I've done.

I love you."

Man of few words.

I know the type.

What?

I understand a man
wanting to kill himself.

Got to go to a pretty dark place
to take his horses with him.

Sheriff.

You mind giving me a hand
with her dressings?

Sure.

Shoes should have been changed
a month ago.

Oh, you know a little bit
about horses?

I grew up with horses.

My dad was a farrier.

I followed him around,

managed to pick up
a thing or two.

Check out her teeth.

Teeth haven't been floated.

Ray Stewart, by all accounts,

was a pretty serious horseman.

Won quite a few trophies.

Sometimes if the horses
stop winning,

the owners stop
taking care of them.

So, doc, she gonna make it?

She's had some pretty bad luck.

Burns over 50% of her body,

and who knows what
sort of damage to the lungs.

Well, I always
prefer the long shots.

So whatever it costs,
whatever it takes.

You send the bill to me.

Ruby.

Sheriff,
before you say anything,

I know I was supposed to
be there last night,

and the thing is I was --
where my campsite was,

I didn't have
any cell reception.

Uh, it won't happen again.

Ferg, I wasn't gonna
say anything.

Hey, Walt,
I saw one of your campaign signs

on the drive in.

I like them.
Kind of old-school.

I prefer
the word "subtle."

You, uh,
check that suicide note yet?

I went ahead and got a copy

of Ray Stewart's signature
from the DMV,

but I couldn't find any more
substantial handwriting samples

to compare the suicide note to.

Bank's got
mortgage applications.

County office should have a copy
of the deed to his ranch, so...

Like this?

The ranch is
in Alice Stewart's name,

and there is no mortgage
application. They paid cash.

For the truck
and horse trailer, too.

Utility bills
are in Alice's name.

You know, maybe she was the one
with all the dough.

But for whatever reason,

Ray's signature
isn't on any of the documents.

I was thinking we should
get in touch

with that FBI
handwriting analyst

down in Denver.

Nah, not worth the hassle
of involving the FBI just yet.

Once they get a foot
in the door...

Nothing wrong with a little
friendly competition, Walt.

Looks like
Ray's handwriting.

His wife and son says it was,

so until I have reason
to suspect otherwise --

Knock, knock!

Look, I'm just
an insurance salesman,

but I don't see what it could be
other than suicide.

The door was chained
on the inside.

Did his life insurance
have a suicide clause?

No.

Because he didn't
have any life insurance.

And the Stewarts' house
and barn structures

weren't insured, either.

The only policies they had

was a life-insurance policy
on Alice,

naming T.J.
the sole beneficiary,

and policy all of the horses.

Big policies on the horses.

A couple million, all told.

Those were top-breed
quarter horses,

and Ray had mostly mares.

They're easier to handle
than the stallions.

Yeah.

Plus, when they're
done competing,

they make
million-dollar babies.

It's a damn shame,
Walt, really.

Hey, can I get a copy
of your evidence inventory

for my claims report?

Sure.

So, who was the beneficiary
of the horse insurance?

Alice.

I'm getting you
in there. Gonna...

I'm getting
a full body shot there.

Hey, just --

Don't tell --
don't tell Ray that,

but I'm getting --
Whoa. Whoa, be careful.

Look at the camera.

No, be careful.
You're scaring him.

Whoo! T.J.'s a born cowboy.
You kidding me?

Good riding, T.J.

Hey, Bill,
give me the camera.

- No. No.
- Yeah.

I want to get you
in this movie somewhere.

No, I don't want to
be in this --

What was that?
Okay.

Yeah, yeah, look at you.
Very handsome.

Come here.
Let's get the three amigos.

Whoo, look!
On three, let's say "cowboy."

- One, two, three...
- Cowboy!

Whoo!

Another beautiful day
in Wyoming.

He won this one just, uh,
in Vegas at a competition...

Alice.
...Last year.

Please.

I don't know if you're doing it

for your benefit or mine,
but right now

I just need you to stop lying.

Excuse me?

I realized I never saw Ray
or any of his horses

compete locally,
so I called Vegas and Amarillo.

Ray didn't win any trophies.

There wasn't even a record of
him entering the competitions.

It's a lie.
No, no. That can't be.

And your mare, the one
that survived the fire?

She'd been neglected for months.
No, he loved those horses.

Well, he sure took out
a lot of insurance on 'em.

Or rather, you did.

What are you doing, sheriff?

I'm trying to get you
to tell me the truth.

There's something
you're not telling me about Ray.

N-no, there isn't.
I swear.

Fine. If that's the case, you're
gonna be charged with murdering Ray.

What?
Why would I --

Because your husband beat you.

Or because you have
large insurance policies

on his horses,
and you wanted that money...

I told you --
....For you and T.J.

This is ridiculous.
He committed suicide.

He left a note.

That could be forged.

H-he chained himself in.
You said so yourself.

There's an upstairs window.

All you needed
was a ladder to escape.

Alice, what are
you not telling me?

This was the only photo
that Ray kept from before.

Those are his parents.

He lived in Boston.
His name was...

...Oscar Arnesto.

Why'd he change his name?

He worked for the
Depanzo crime family for years.

But he had a falling out
with them about 11 years ago,

and he fled
with some of their money.

I met him in Texas.

And I just --
I just fell in love with him.

After we were married,
he told me his secret.

Why not make a deal
with the feds,

get some kind
of Witness Protection?

Ray didn't trust the FBI.

We just wanted a normal life.

We bought this ranch
and the horses

four years ago to blend in.

So all this is a cover.

Paid cash,
everything in your name

so Ray couldn't
leave a paper trail.

Yeah.

I guess we were just
kidding ourselves.

You can't hide
from the Depanzo family forever.

You think they killed Ray?

I don't know what to believe.

Either they did,

or they drove Ray
to kill himself.

I don't know.

Alice, now,
you need protection.

You should come back
to the station with me.

We'll get T.J.
from practice.

Ray said don't trust the police,
no matter what.

No, he said the mob
owns the cops.

You think I'm with the mob?

I don't know that you're not.

You can't stop them.

Look, I've told you
everything that I know.

Now, please, just go!

So, you won't come with me?

No, I can't.

Okay.

I don't have any choice.

Alice Stewart...

...you're under arrest.

Any word from doc Bloomfield
on the autopsy?

No, but this just in.

"Sheriff Longmire
arrested Alice Stewart

"and is holding her
for questioning

"in the events
related to the barn fire

that killed her husband,
Ray Stewart."

You told a reporter
before you told us, Walt.

Nope.

Well, then how the hell
did he find out?

I guess he's
a pretty good reporter.

When were you gonna tell us
you arrested her?

Right after I gave her
her breakfast.

Walt. We're understaffed
enough as it is.

If you're gonna freeze me out
of every investigation we got

just cause I'm running
against you --

I'm not freezing you out.

I let you call
your handwriting expert.

Walt, this makes
all of us look bad.

Look, once I got upstairs
to the office,

I had every intention
of filling you in

and asking for help.

But if you can't wait five minutes --
We can't.

Fine.

Branch, I need you
to check the guest registries

of all the local hotels
and guest ranches.

Walt, come on, man.

I thought you'd be a little more
excited to be the one looking

into a possible organized-crime
connection to this case.

The paper didn't say anything
about organized crime.

Must be the first time the press
didn't get the whole story.

We're looking for anybody
from the east coast,

especially Boston.

Can you get the door?
Hey, Walt, I got to tell you,

I really don't like
finding out stuff like this

in the paper.

Do what I do.
Don't read the paper.

You've been busy.

I see you arrested
a distraught widow

without anything
even approaching probable cause

and left her traumatized son
all alone.

I didn't leave him alone.

I had a neighbor come get him.

Oh, right -- Bill Hoback,
the man who's been

on the phone all morning
with my boss.

Hoback called a lawyer
for Alice?

Dad.

Do you really think
that a knee-jerk,

wrongful arrest is the best way
to kick off your campaign?

Doesn't matter, I guess,

because if you keep
Alice Stewart here,

you'll probably be sued,
it'll be in the papers,

and you'll lose the election.

I think her life
might be in danger.

So you're keeping her in jail
for her own protection?

That's --
that's very noble.

It's also kind of illegal.

Dad.

Unless you can come up
with some real evidence

against her,
you have to let her go.

Wow.
Look at that face.

You really hate it
when I'm right, don't you?

I tell you, Walt, this is not
the kind of sheriffing

Absaroka county needs.

Don't look at me.

Look after them, Bill.

They'll be fine.
They'll be at my place.

Hey, T.J.

If you want to see your horse,
just let me know.

I can bring you by.

So I can see her in pain?
T.J., please.

Don't give up on her.
She hasn't.

Let's just go.

That is one caring
and attentive neighbor.

Yeah.

Why don't you follow them,
see they get to Hoback's safely?

Make sure they don't
run off together.

I'll see you
at doc Bloomfield's after.

Hey, Ruby.
Uh-huh?

You didn't tell me
Cady was waiting in my office.

You didn't ask.

I followed them back
to Hoback's place, Walt.

No problems.

Then I called
doc Bloomfield's office.

He hasn't even
finished the autopsy yet.

He's been
delivering twins all day.

Do you believe that crap?

Some people got
their priorities all messed up.

I also checked
with a friend of mine

who works organized crime
back east.

He confirmed that there was
an Oscar Arnesto

who disappeared 11 years ago.

Your buddy think Ray and Oscar
are the same person?

He e-mailed a picture
to my cellphone.

It looks like Ray.

I could send it
to your cellph--

Oh, wait, no, I can't.
You don't have a cell--

I'm agent Daxner.
Aah!

Oh.

Uh, you must be the, uh,
handwriting analyst.

Federal marshal.

I was hoping to have a talk
with your sheriff

about this
Ray Stewart situation.

Well, the sheriff
won't be back for a while.

I'm Ferg--
Deputy Ferguson.

Someone told me
to meet him here.

Maybe that was Ruby?
Uh, she's out.

But you're welcome to wait.

You wouldn't mind
if I had a word

with Mrs. Stewart,
would you?

You are still holding her here?

I'm sorry.

She -- she was released
a couple hours ago.

You sent her home?

She --
she's at a neighbor's house --

uh, Bill Hoback.

I can't believe
you released her.

You should have called us.

Listen...

I would really appreciate it
if you could just tell me

where I can find the sheriff.

He's at the hospital
for the autopsy --

just about 15 minutes away.

It's near the golf course.

I'll just meet him there, then.

Ferg left word.

A federal marshal's heading over
to ask you a few questions.

I better work fast.

We're gonna lose all control
over this case.

What is this, doctor's notes?

You can't read a damn thing.

Ugh.

Ugh, I hate burned bodies.

It's so hard
to make out what's what.

I've never seen
burns like this.

Heat must have been
like a smelt furnace.

Huh.

I-I worked a suicide
back east.

Same sort of gun --
a .45 to the side of the head,

just like this.

Except there was no exit wound.

This guy's got an exit wound,
that's for sure.

Maybe somebody else shot him
with a different gun,

dropped the .45
at the scene.

Nope.

He was shot
with a .45.

I think I know
what the accelerant was

that burned him this badly,
helped that fire along.

What?

Formaldehyde.

"A coward dies many deaths.

The valiant taste
of death but once."

Pardon my French,
but what the f...

The reason
a .45-caliber round

doesn't leave an exit wound
in the head

is because the brain
is gelatinous.

It slows down the bullet.

But if the brain tissue
wasn't there

or shrunk down
as happens to a body

been dead for a few years,
big old exit wound.

And why the hell didn't you
just tell me this

back at the hospital?

Wasn't 100% sure
back at the hospital.

So our burn victim
is not Ray Stewart?

Nope.
It's will Jackson.

And how did you know
to dig here?

I remembered seeing this
old family cemetery yesterday.

Will's been dead five years.

Figured Ray would go
for the freshest body.

Then we're not dealing
with a murder or a suicide.

Nope. We've got
a missing person.

Looks like
they're still here.

That's Hoback's truck.

You think Alice knows
her husband is really alive?

Maybe she was in on this.

Nothing surprises me anymore.

I stand corrected.

Sheriff,
you better go away!

Hey, Bill!

I think you accidentally
let the safety off

that gun of yours!

Seriously, Walt!

Just get out of here,
drive away!

I can't do that, Bill.
You fired a weapon at me.

Why don't you just
toss that gun out the door?

Aah!

I thought you
followed them home.

You said everything was normal.

Everything was.
I saw the three of them go in.

I hung out for like
half an hour.

Nobody came out,
nobody went in.

I guess we got to assume

that Alice and T.J.
are in there with Bill.

And maybe Ray, too.

You know, if we were back east,

we'd close the roads,
evacuate a three-block radius,

and call in
a S.W.A.T. team.

Well,
we don't have S.W.A.T.

But we do have the Ferg.

Get down!

Sheriff, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

For what, Ferg?

The federal marshal who was
supposed to meet with you guys --

Well, Vic said he never
showed up at the autopsy.

So I called the number
on his business card.

And no answer.

And when I called
the main marshal office,

they said -- they said
they'd never even heard of him.

The marshal was a fraud?

What exactly did this guy
say to you, Ferg?

He was looking
for Alice Stewart.

I'm thinking he found her.
You get Branch over here.

We're gonna need some backup.

Ray's alive?

Is he the one shooting at us?

I don't know.

Could be a hit man
posing as a federal marshal.

And Ferg told him where to go.

Accidentally.

Hey, Walt, why don't I
call the res, get more backup?

That'll only
make a tough situation worse.

More guns make it tough
to negotiate.

Is that what this is?
A negotiation?

Let's find out.

Hey, Billy!

Sheriff.

You got somebody in there
who calls himself agent Daxner?

You make sure agent Daxner knows
my number-one priority here

is nobody gets hurt.

Get it off!

Get it off!

Get it off!
Get it off!

What happened to you?

That guy, Daxner,

he said he was
looking for Alice.

He said he was a marshal,
so I opened the door,

and he just went crazy.

Are Alice and T.J. okay?

Oh, they're scared.

They're just --
This guy's crazy.

What does he want?

He said something about
wanting the money

that Ray stole from him.

But he -- he kept
calling Ray "Oscar."

So, what is going on?

So Daxner doesn't know
that Ray's actually still alive?

No.

But you do, obviously.

Does Alice know?

No.

How long have you known
Ray faked his death?

Since the night of the fire.

When I came home that night,
he was here.

He, uh -- he said he set
the fire to protect his family.

But he wouldn't tell me
more than that.

Jesus, Walt,
you got to understand.

Ray's --
he's been a good friend.

He saved my business
a couple years ago, and,

you know, I owed him.

Where is he now?
I don't know.

I haven't seen him
since that night.

Just talked to him
on the phone.

Ray's cellphone
was destroyed in the fire.

I gave him mine.

And that's it.

That's -- that's the truth,
Walt. I swear to you.

He's lying.

Phone company told me exactly
how far Hoback's cellphone is

from the nearest cell tower.

The cell tower is here,

which means that phone
is on this line.

That's right here.
Exactly.

Hoback's phone
is inside his house.

So either Hoback
never gave Ray the cell, or --

Ray's not in the house, Walt.

I swear to you.
I told you the truth.

This weather sucks.

Yeah.

Branch, give me a minute.

Do something
to draw attention to yourself.

You're good at that.

Ray, you and I need to talk.

Or should I call you Oscar?

Just -- just let me explain,
Walt. Okay, just let me explain.

Nobody's trying to stop you.
All right.

They were coming for me.

They were.

Two weeks ago I was in town,
and I saw Lendetta.

Who's Lendetta?

Lendetta's
one of Depanzo's guys.

He's probably in town
trying to work something out

with the new casino.

I saw him in the street,
and I-I know he saw me, Walt.

I-I know he did.

Who's the guy upstairs?

Probably one of their hit men.

Why not just take your mob money
and get out of Absaroka county?

That money's gone, Walt.

I needed that insurance money
just to survive.

I had no choice.
Can't you see that?

I'll tell you what I see.
I see a horse murderer.

I see a grave robber.

I see a man whose wife
and son are upstairs

with a gun to their heads
while he's downstairs,

warm and safe.

I came back here
for them, Walt.

I came back
to take them with me!

But he was here first.

I know what you're thinking.

But I ain't no coward.

Now, you just give me a chance,
and I can fix this.

You still have a choice.

Shut up!

What are you doing?

You've been hiding out
your whole life, Ray.

You just need to hide out
a little longer.

Walt.

Walt!

That wasn't exactly
what I had in mind

as a distraction, Branch.

It worked, didn't it?

It did.

All right.

I can get Daxner
to leave with me.

Once I do, you guys go inside,

get Alice and T.J.,
make sure they're okay.

You'll find Ray in the cellar.

Okay.

Daxner! Hey!

Sorry I been gone so long,

but I think you'll appreciate
what I was up to.

I was finding your money.

Ray's money.

That's what you want, right?
I can take you to it.

Alice and the boy
don't know where it is.

They're no use to you.

But I know.

If you just come with me --

Hey!
This is Oscar Arnesto!

You don't care about that money!
You want me!

So come down here and get me,
you son of a bitch!

I ain't afraid of you!

Oh, no.

Why didn't you stay quiet?

I told you
I wasn't a coward.

I know I was a favor.

I only got hired 'cause you were
helping out my dad.

I'm just --
I'm not cut out for this.

Ferg, I hired you
for two reasons.

Yes, one was a favor
to your father.

And the other?

I'm still waiting to find out.

Pick up your badge, deputy.

Walt.

Vet's on the phone.

You don't have to
do this anymore.

You already
proved how tough you are.

It's okay to go.

It's okay.

"Know when to fight
and when to seek peace.

"For as long
as the moon shall rise,

"as long
as the rivers shall flow,

"as long as the sun will shine,

let us all
know peace."

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