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Come on, Brynn!

Kick that old-ass son of a bitch up!
Let's go!

Get Porshia! Get Porshia.

Holy fuck! She's fast.

Holy fuck! Go, go, go, go!

Give him a kiss.

I fucking told him this.
Get the fuck out of here.

Hey, dang! Hey!

Clay! Get off, Clay.

You okay?

Faster for a second.

Jesse!

Jesse, get off your phone.

Now, that's some real cowgirl shit.

Shit. Shit.

Give him his head. Go forward.

Make sure you're heating up
the audience with all your...

You know how to do it.

You're selling shit here.

Dude, that's not supposed to happen.

Shut up, Jesse. I ride better than you.

Sure you do. Sure you do.

- Porshia, put your hands down.
- They are!

Yeah, Porshia. Put your hands down.

Come on! Hang on!

I got you, you fucker.

That's some real fake shit.

It's not real.

Jesus, Mom. Why is this on?

Calm down. He's seen it before.

I said no more scary movies for Stetson.

He's three.
He ain't gonna remember nothing.

This candy?

I said no more sugar for his...
It's too fucking hard on his little body.

Jesus Christ, Mom.

- Shit.
- Come on, buddy.

He clearly needed to take a dump
and he wouldn't do it,

so I bribed him.

Deflected. Come on.

You know what today is, right?

Yeah, I know what today is.

Here you go, old man.
This is for one last ride.

Found this by the bridge,

the one you used to make me
jump off of.

I'm pretty sure it's a fox,
but you'd know better than me.

Wish you got to see me in the rodeo
last week.

On my last flag, I got bucked off.

It was pretty funny.
I knew we would've laughed about it.

Anyways, happy birthday.

John.

He taught me how to ride.

I mean, really ride.

The horses went crazy
when the gun went off.

I told them to stop fighting.

But she doesn't listen to me.

You're gonna try saddling?

Hey, go with your boyfriend!

- Go with your boyfriend!
- Hey, is he all right on this one?

Make sure your saddle blanket's up
far enough.

- I am. I got everybody yelling at me.
- You got an inch on that wither.

Come on, Skylar. What are you doing?

- Who was that, Brynn?
- Oh, I don't know.

Just some guy my neighbor knew.
He said he was going in this direction.

Where's your mom?

She hasn't been home for a few days.

Thought maybe I could stay with you again?

Yeah. You can go stunt with Ryder today,
all right?

Go help her get the horses ready.

Brynn!

How many days has she been gone?

Four days.

All right. Go help 'em out.

Here you go.
You have a good rest of your day.

- Morning, Jules.
- Hey, Tab.

You sure are turning out a lot of 'em
these days.

It's always a hustle.

I've always said,
"South Dakota will make you humble."

Hey, are your girls going today?

- Yeah.
- Awesome.

I'll be sure to pop out of the office
so I don't miss 'em.

- Sounds good. Thanks, Jules.
- You're welcome.

Hey, Tab.

We've all been praying
that you get higher bids this week.

Now go on. Make some real money.

I will. Thanks, Jules.

7,750. Do 77 and a half.

Now 8,000.

Now five. Bid of 85.

Eighty-five, 85, 85.

Eighty-two and a half. 8,250.

8,750. Seven and a half. A bid at 8,750.

Now 9,000. Now a bid at nine.

What do you wanna do over here?

Time to bid at 9.

What do you wanna do?
Nine thousand. Bid 9. Bid at 9.

Bid at 9. Bid at 9. Now two-and-a-half.

Lot number 12, owned and consigned
by Tabatha Zimiga.

Lot number 12.

No.

Why?

Better?

All right, girls. Here we go.

Starting the bid at 1,000.

Give me a thousand. One thousand.

- Come on, guys. Come on. Let's go.
- $1,000.

Give me a thousand. 12-year-old gelding.
Kid friendly. Ranch handy.

Come on, gentleman.

These girls come out every week
and give you everything they got.

One thousand. Now a bid at 1,000.
Come on, now. Let's empty those pockets.

Give me a thousand.
That's nothing for a horse like this.

What, am I talking to an empty room?
Come on now. A thousand.

Can we get a bid at 1,000?

We got 1,250, girls.
It's not a total loss.

Anyone higher than 1,250?

Hey, Tabby. I got a good one, I think.

When you gonna start paying me for this,
Gummer?

Hey, pretty baby.

Easy now. Easy now.

Looks, by the marks on his face,
that somebody left the halter on too long.

Yeah, he's gonna be head shy.

So make sure, when you're training on him,

you go by your seat,
not your hands, all right?

All right, will do.

And, Tabby, you should have
no-saled today.

Your horses are worth a hell of a lot more
than what you got for 'em.

Yeah, I should have no-saled
last week, too.

But I got a lot of mouths to feed, so...

All right.

Hey, if you need help starting this colt,
just let me know.

I'll send the girls over, all right?

- Sounds good, okay.
- Okay.

- Who is she?
- Tabatha Zimiga.

Owns a ranch a few miles east of Wall.

Her husband, John, died last year.

Now she's got all these kids
living out there,

teaching 'em how to break kill pen horses.

I tell you, she could diagnose a horse
in two minutes.

My wife thinks she's a witch.

But why is everybody in a hurry?

A long time ago,

this whole area used to be under water.

That's why it's so flat.

Except for the Badlands.

When all the water drained out,

it left these scars on the land.

John said, "This is what
the bottom of the ocean must look like."

Sometimes, I miss him so much.

It feels like the Badlands
are going to come crashing down

and bury us under
75 million-year-old dust.

And she won't even say
his fucking name.

I remember the morning
after it happened.

She sent us all out
looking for rocks.

Agate stones.

We didn't find any.

She knows everything
about horses,

what they're thinking, wanting.

No one could ride as good as her.

She won't even try to ride anymore.

Not since it happened.

Coming to you live from Oelrichs Rodeo.

It's your girl, Ryder Witt.

We got one of the fastest chicks
in the barrels tonight, Leanna.

She takes no prisoners.

And, of course, we have our champion here.
Porshia Zimiga!

She's taking names, stealing buckles.

- Brynn.
- Shit.

And Brynn's up next
to get her warrior buzz.

Let's roll.

Miss me?

- Shut up.
- Don't act like you don't like it.

- He's gonna get you back one day.
- Fuck! I can't wait.

Hey, little man.
Wanna ride with me today, buddy?

And we go to Traden Lockwood.

He's from South Dakota...

Traden Lockwood, he says, "Let's ride."

- Come on, Tray!
- Ride that fucker!

Get sticky!

Rough riding today.

Ladies and gentlemen,
South Dakota is bronc-riding country.

Make sure you're moving your legs
this whole time.

You're cheating him
the whole way around, okay?

- All right.
- Gotta keep your head up the whole time.

Look everywhere you're going.

...riders this weekend.

We've got some broken hands,
we've got some bruised egos.

But, hey, they're gonna come back,

and they're gonna try again
for gold buckles and bragging rights.

- Hey, baby.
- Hey, Grandma.

Your friends at Community Bank,
one of the great sponsors of today's...

Tracey.

Thought you'd be riding today.

Mom isn't letting me.

I crashed a dirt bike.
Left it in a ditch.

That all, Skylar?
Tell your grandma what else.

It was only, like, 10 bucks.
I gave it back.

What, you stealing?

Just don't break my heart,

or you'll break your own too.

...coming your way.

You knock one down, we add five.
And it's all timed on the clock.

- Tracey.
- Brett.

- How you doing, buddy?
- Hey, Dad.

Porshia's at the gate.
She's going to be up soon.

Up next, we go to the barrel race

and let's see the cowgirls
kick up some dust.

Hey, at least your dad's here.

Let's go to Ryder Witt.

You can see where this kid gets her name
because she was born to ride.

As we get to barrel one,
get around just right.

Hurry across to number two.

Friends, I've gotta say,
this kid is always having fun.

And we stop the clock
with a hard-to-beat 14 and 4!

How long her head
been shaved like that?

I like it.

Now we move to the crowd favorite,
Porshia Zimiga,

our reigning champion
three years in a row.

Go, Porshia!

Across to number two,
we get around two in good shape.

You talk about style, this kid's got it.

Come on, baby girl.
Come on, go, go, go!

As we head to number three,

what do you say
we make a little noise?

This horse she calls Bingo
is all gas and no brakes.

And there it is!

- Porshia and Bingo steal the show again...
- Sissy got a buckle.

...with a 14 and two!

- Shit.
- She ain't gonna like that one.

We won.

Yeah, well, only by a few tenths.

I'll tell you one thing.
We're gonna be running out of buckles

if Porshia keeps winning.

She's clearing 'em out
and picking 'em up.

Oh, my God. My shirt.

You could be out there with me.

Like, dude, you stick to 'em
like your pants are made of glue.

Fuck.

I know. I know. It's...

I'm not in it for that, man.

I'd rather see a horse learn
and become something

rather than ride it eight seconds
for a show.

Can I have my hat back?

I feel like we need to get Brynn.

Okay.

Can you go get some hamburgers,
some bread,

- and get your brother a juice?
- I'm not going in there.

Goddamn it.

- I'll pay the tab next week.
- You said that two weeks ago.

Go in the goddamn store.

Porshia, get yourself something too.

I don't want anything.

Don't mess her up.

Yeah. Don't do the nose.

- Should I do purple or yellow?
- Just the cheeks.

If you don't do my wings right,

I won't be able
to glare at people properly.

Those pizza rolls smell fucking burnt
in there.

Don't dip your finger in
so heavy, Leanna.

I don't think you're certified.

Think I'm sexy?

What's your favorite color on her, Clay?

Red. Or black.

Red. Intimate.

Black, orange, and... all of 'em.

- You're so weird.
- All of 'em.

You look insane.

- I think it looks pretty.
- It doesn't.

Clay, can I do some on you?

Come on, Clay!

Not the nose.

- We don't give her privileges no more.
- Here.

Those court papers came in.

- I'm gonna beat your ass.
- Get him, Brynn.

Jesse, this says you have court
at 8:00 a.m. on Monday.

Stop. Quit.

You still got them shoes I got you?

- Yeah.
- Get off of me!

I think
they're in the old trailer.

And it says that you're gonna
have to repeat the 11th grade

because of how much school
you've missed.

Jesse!

Everybody out. Now!

If you start living with me,
that shit don't fly.

You know that, right?

Yeah.

Your aunties know you've been missing
this much school?

As far as I know, no.

We're not playing them games here.

If you're living here,
you're following my fucking rules.

Yeah, that's...

a big reason why I wanna live here.

Okay.

Go make sure them shoes
are where you say they are.

If not, I'm gonna have to buy you
another pair this weekend.

All right.

Porshia, go give your brother a bath.
Get off your phone.

Ask Jesse. Make him do shit.

When you asked
to do something around here, you do it.

This ain't your ranch.

You watch your fucking mouth, Porshia.
I'm sick of it.

It's John's fucking ranch. Remember him?

Hey. I got it. I got it.

She's just trying to get attention
out of you.

She fucking hates me.

John said, "When the water tore
through the Badlands,

"it was the fastest thing
anyone could imagine.

"Almost as fast as me riding Bingo."

Quit it! Hey! Stop it!

And I actually believed him.

Porshia, let go!
Quit it! Quit it! Quit it!

Let go. Breathe. Breathe.

Your ma used to do that too.

Didn't really do shit to stop her, though.

I'm not really one to say jack shit.

I let a lot of things slide by with Tabby
that I probably shouldn't have.

You gonna say anything?

Tell me I'm...

wrong. I was a good mother? Anything?

You little shit.

Fuck.

Porshia, she was your age
when she had Skylar.

Fuck.

We were all just...

kids.

Hey, stop pulling your hair out
and beating the shit out of yourself

or whatever the hell you do. Okay?

Okay.

You'll lose brain cells.

Can't have anyone in this family
dumber than me.

All right, baby girl.

Fuck off.

Slide off the butt, please.

Good job.

Then we can show people
that he's not gonna kick.

Smile while you're doing it, please.
We're selling shit here.

Come on, girls,
take it seriously.

Need to turn this shit around.

Let's see your leg. Come on.
Get you up there.

- All right.
- See, that's how it's done, Brynn.

Let's see you stand up. Let's see it.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

- Oh, dang. Good girl.
- Oh, no.

All right, smile. Good job.

How about a sit sideways?
Could you spin around?

There you go.

Lot number 19.
Owned and consigned by Tabatha Zimiga.

Lot number 19.

Here we go! Let's start the bid
at 1,500. Fifteen hundred.

Time to bid. Time to bid. Fifteen hundred.

Just look at this girl go.
These girls can put on a hell of a show.

Time to bid. Time to bid.
One thousand five hundred.

Time to bid. Time to bid. Fifteen hundred.

Okay! We got 1,700. One thousand
seven hundred. Time to bid. Time to bid.

Can we get 2,000?
Can we get 2,000?

Two thousand. Two thousand.

Come on, don't miss this opportunity.

Two thousand. Now, what a deal.
What a deal.

I need to see some hands.
That's low. Two thousand.

You like this? Jump on it. Jump on it.

All right. All right. We got 2,000.

Anyone for 25? Twenty-five hundred.

Come on now. Let's close. Steal of a deal.
Two thousand five hundred.

I know we can do better than that.
Anyone for 2,500? Come on.

This horse can do it all.
Two thousand five hundred.

We got 2,000. Let's get 2,500.

Can we get anyone for 2,500?

Anyone? Anyone for 2,500?

All right. Now there is a man
who knows what he wants.

Jumping that bid to 7,000.

Seven thousand. Anyone higher than 7,000?
Seven thousand.

Sold for $7,000.

- Jumped the bid 5,000 and got him.
- Yeah.

I can't figure out if he's stupid or not.

But judging by that trailer,
he can't be that fucking dumb.

You put on one hell of a show
out there today.

Thanks.

Porshia, right?

Keep up the good work, Porshia.
I'll see you around.

That's a nice trailer right there.

Holy fuck.

Tabatha Zimiga?

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Your Honor.

We brought you here today
because there's been some confusion

on the legal guardianship of Jesse Stands.

Yes, Your Honor.

We have his legal guardianship
stated as Will Stands, Jesse's father.

But we have just been told
that Will Stands has been incarcerated

for the past three years.

Yes, Your Honor.

You have petitioned the court
for legal guardianship of Jesse Stands,

though you are not a family member,
correct?

Yes, that's correct, Your Honor.

Mrs. Zimiga,
you have children of your own,

as well as teenagers that are living
out there on your property with you.

- Is that right?
- Yes, ma'am.

Mrs. Zimiga,
based on the financial statement

you are required to submit...

Something about our "financial burden."

Fuck.

Man, fuck!

You okay?

Yeah. I don't... I don't know.

Just hard to explain, I guess. Fuck.

I mean, knowing you belong somewhere,

even if it just says it
on a stupid piece of paper.

I mean, fuck, my parents are both dead

and the courts still say
they're my legal guardian.

- Can I get one?
- Fuck off.

Come on, it's been a long day.

Don't you even think about it,
because I know you would.

Bad grandma.

Go get the girls and Skylar.
Dinner's almost done.

Shit, I don't even want one.
I already had one this morning.

Stop trying to think of shit
you can do for 'em.

You got your own things going on, Tabby.

Rich guy from the sale barn
sent Gummer over.

Said they wanna come by
in a couple of days

and buy a few more horses.

Shit, well, we better get 'em rode, then.

I saw this at the mailbox.

- Shit, my dad's picking me up soon.
- Why?

He's back with his ex-girlfriend.
I don't know.

That sucks.

Yo, Jesse. You wanna go steal some beers

out of Grandma Tracey's trailer?

All right.

Grandma's gonna catch you
and beat the shit out of you.

You don't even drink, Skylar.

- Fuck!
- What the fuck, Skylar?

Oh, shit! Go chew some ass!

Shit, Tabby.

You think their whole lives
are gonna change

because they get
a couple of small-town belt buckles?

Your life didn't change.

My life sure as shit didn't change.

I think it's important for them to know
they're fucking good at something.

Just saying.

Make a good living as a semi-truck driver.

See the rest of the country.
All right pay.

You think them kids are gonna sit
in that fucking cab all day?

Well, they might like it.
They go together.

You got, like...

Fucking dogs!

Now let's go and find some words.

Shut the fuck up!

Who's here?

Shit. It's the boot man.

How's it going?

- Roy Waters.
- Clay.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- Wes.
- Roy Waters. Pleasure.

Gummer.

Tabby will be down in just a minute.

So, Gummer says
you're not from South Dakota.

No, sir. Fort Worth.

We have a little place out there.

Nothing fancy,
but horses sell for good prices.

That's what I hear,
but we've never been down that way.

Yeah, Fort Worth, our horses,
they sell for a lot of money down there.

They do.

Hey, Clay.

Are you... You from these
neck of the woods?

No, sir. I grew up on the east side
of the river.

I moved out west a couple years back,

and Tabby hired me as a horse trainer.

Guess I had a hard time leaving.

I know that story all too well.

Holy shit!
Does this truck have three doors?

Stay away from my truck, Wes!

Well, my new favorite customer.

- Sorry to keep you waiting so long.
- Please.

You ain't gotta apologize.

Wrangling the girls
is harder than wrangling horses.

You got any kids, Roy?

Yeah.

Well, this one, he's 13 years old.

Had him since he was, like,
three years old.

Used him all over the ranch,

and we've used him to train on colts,

we've used him to drag calves.

That one right there,
back on the fence line.

He's about three years old.
He's got good running lines.

You see that one
on that paint horse right there?

That's my daughter.
She's a hell of a rider, ain't she?

- But if you're looking for a rider...
- Wes.

Get fucked.
Get the fuck out of here.

Gummer tells me you've been
selling horses on TikTok or something?

Yeah, TikTok, sale barns.

Honestly, anything that bites.

All these kids help you
break these horses?

Yeah.

The kids have been coming out here
on and off

for the last few years, living with me.

All their parents,
most of 'em can't find work.

They either just don't give a fuck
or can't afford 'em.

How many acres you got out here?

- Three thousand.
- Three thousand.

Tracey, you got more
of that apple moonshine you make?

- Yeah. I got some peach, too.
- You do. That is a treasure.

Yeah. I don't fucking like you sometimes,
but I love the moonshine.

- Excuse the mess.
- All right.

Who's this little cowboy?

- That's Stetson.
- Yeah? How old is he?

He's three.

That was, John's son.

All right.

What you got there?
What is that?

What you playing with?

He can't talk yet. Delayed speech.

Stetson, go play in your room.

The government's paying for him
to have speech classes

a few miles west,

but they're all buffoons there.

- Can you hand me the folder, please?
- Hey, Roy-Boy.

Tracey makes the best moonshine
in all of the Dakotas.

And I've had a lot of moonshine
in my time.

Sure you have.

- Thank you, Tracey.
- Last time I had it, I ran into a wall.

Literally. Remember that?
And I hit my head...

Gummer, why don't you grab Wes
and head outside and go look around?

And check out the horses.

Come on. Let's go outside.

Me?

So, Roy... is there any horses
you were thinking about taking home today?

- I could get the paperwork...
- Tabby, I got something else

I've been tossing around in my head.

Look,

I ain't gonna pretend to be
somebody I'm not.

That said, there is something in this
for me,

but there's a hell of a lot more in it
for you.

I want to buy this 3,000 acres.

Use this ranch to expand
on what I've been doing

down in Fort Worth.

Now, your lives on this ranch
will continue just as you know it.

The only difference is...

y'all be working for me now.

Doing what?

Come on, Clay.

Y'all know y'all got the best horses
coming out of South Dakota.

As far as kill pen horses,

some of the best horses
I've ever seen.

But, I mean,

y'all ain't getting the recognition
y'all deserve.

Now, I don't know
if that's because, Tabby,

you're a woman or bad luck or hell,
look, I don't know.

You know, being a woman
is bad luck, son.

Sorry, just forgot my hat.

Sorry. It's a little hot out there.

Look.

Every single one of y'all got the gift
to see the potential in a horse,

horses that most people would have sent
to the slaughter trade by now.

You're able to harness that potential

and put on one goddamn hell of a show
to sell it.

That kind of shit
just goes right over my head.

But y'all ain't making the sales.

And if y'all ain't making
the sales...

But John's parents gave this ranch
to Stetson.

No, I understand that,
and I respect that.

Look, Tabby.

I know about what happened
to your husband.

The kind of money
I'm offering you

set Stetson
and your family up comfortably,

very comfortably.

This is our home.

And like I said,
it will continue to be your home.

But it wouldn't, really.

I'm sorry. This is...

This is just a lot to think about.

Hey.

You know, I ain't asking
for an answer right now.

Look. Why don't we try it out?
See how it fits.

We'll take Porshia
to a couple new sale barns

y'all ain't sold at yet.

You know, if it goes well,
we split the profits accordingly

and go from there.

Chew on it a little bit.

God knows

I sure as hell could use
some of y'all's flair.

Fuck off. I see how it is.

Get me a Seven and Seven
on these fuckers.

I know you guys can afford it.

We didn't say yes, yet.
So, technically, we're still broke.

Like you fucking won't.

Hey, Tabby.

Clay.

Hey, Laura. How you doing?

Hey, I've been meaning to call.

Would you mind keeping Brynn
for a bit longer?

She just loves you
and the girls and...

I mean...

I know you got a fuck ton of kids
at yours right now.

- But it's like summer camp over there.
- Hey, Laura.

Hey, Tray.

And I will swing by the next rodeo,

drop off some cash to help with Brynn.

I'm just a bit short right now.
There's...

something wrong with my debit card,

and the bank won't call me back.

All right. When's the next rodeo?
Twenty-eighth?

Sixteenth.

Sixteenth. That's right.
Yeah, right. Okay, 16th.

Goddamn, she's fast.

Race the light, baby.

Yeah! She's pushing 40-fucking-5!

I ain't felt this good in a long time.

You know, just...

awake.

And I'm just wide awake.
Like I ain't got a...

like a feeling or a thought or anything.

Hey, check this one out.

That's the Tabby flair I'm talking about.

That's all her.
That's all badass right there.

Selling horses on TikTok.

My daddy would
be rolling in his grave right now.

Welcome to the New West, old man.

I guess so.

Throw your feet, Clay!

Stay in there! Stay in there!

There we go!

- You about ready, Zimiga?
- Yeah.

That's one handsome son of a bitch.

Yeah.

My dad... Well, not my dad, but John,

taught me how to ride
on a horse that looked just like that.

What happened to the horse?

My mom had to sell him.

Sounds like John's got some good taste.

Gummer said you had a daughter?

He did, did he?

She kill herself or something?

What, are you a witch?

I just know a lot of people
who do that type of stuff.

Come on.

Let's go raise some hell.

Better call your mama.

Tell her we sold those three horses
for nine times what we bought them for.

Also, when you call her too,

let her know we need to make
some more room on the ranch.

Are you serious?

Go on. Take a look at your new horse.

Hard work
deserves to be rewarded, Porshia.

You did a hell of a job out there today.

But keep it up.
We got another one next week.

Okay.

Shit.

I got to take this.

That's a good boy.

You so pretty.

Stop fucking bullshitting me.

Big ole boy.

Fucking do it, you hear me?

Come home with me.

All right, you gotta
keep them on the outside!

Y'all come on, now.

I said the east pasture,
not the west corral.

I thought y'all knew the difference
between east and west.

I couldn't catch that bay horse.

That's all right, Jesse.
Porshia's already on it.

All right, come on, now.

Guys.

No!

- No!
- Jesse!

No!

- No. No, you won't.
- I'll take it off.

- Yes, I will.
- No, you won't.

- I will take it off.
- No, you won't.

Brynn, how was your taxi driver?

Jesse, quit. Don't put that on her.

- I'm not.
- Stop. Don't be a bitch.

When are you going
to more horse sales with Roy?

I don't know. Maybe a few weeks.

Wait. You're leaving?

Not like leaving, leaving.

Loser.

What about Kadoka rodeo?

I'm gonna be at Coronado with Roy.

Dude, what?

You can't miss that. You're in the finals.

Yeah, I know, but I'll be at the next one.

You can ride Bingo
for the rodeo if you want.

Hey.

We need to find the right colors.

Come with me.

Can you tell what color this cabbage is?

That's right, it is a purple cabbage.
Great job!

Keep him going.

Jesse, get your hands down.

Attaboy.

All right.

Come on, now. Keep him going.

Hey, Katie! I mean... God damn it.

Porshia! Why don't you go out
and grab some more horses

and put them in the corral?

Let's see what else we can play with.

Come on, force her outside, Jesse.

Attaboy.

I just rescued that blue roan.
We could get him in today.

All right. I mean, if that's what you want
to spend your afternoon working on.

Hey, Clay! Go grab a halter.

Come on, keep him moving, keep him moving.

Attaboy.

All right, get your hands down.

Keep those hands down. Attaboy.

It's okay.

Easy now. Easy.

All right.

Give me that thing.

You need to tell your mom
this horse has a hole in it.

Get back. Get back.

Get back.

Easy. Easy. Get back.

Doesn't he know that horse
is barely halter-broke?

God damn it.

Fuck off me!

Tie that fucker's head down

and leave him in the corral
for the rest of the night.

Motherfucker.

Well, that blue roan is a subtle
son of a bitch, ain't he?

Well, I'm going to get some beer.
Want to go with me?

If you're buying, I'm flying.

Life's a real metaphor, eh?

Fuck off.

Did you put some ice on that ass?

Shit.

Don't tell me I took your spot.

Yeah. Secret moonshine spot.

Edge of the world, huh?

Yeah.

It sure is.

Used to be Porshia's spot.

After John died, Tabby'd get real intense.

Porshia'd come up, just sit, stare out.

You could see, I swear,
from the kitchen window,

like steam coming off the top of her head.

Most kids get sad. She gets real angry.

She... She blames Tabby for things

that she just...
she don't know nothing about.

Porshia said you... you lost a daughter?

Yeah.

I think about her a lot when I'm out here.

I don't know why.
There's something about this place.

I was a kid.

I was 19 years old.

I bailed before Katie was even born.

I probably could have helped a little more
than nothing at all.

I thought you were Mr. $600 Boots.

Hey. We all gotta start somewhere,
now, don't we?

You know.

Yeah, babies raising babies.

Yeah, there ain't a lot of honor
in the shit I've done, but who knows,

maybe one day I'll turn it around.

Maybe I'll get a second chance.

Everybody gets a second chance.

My daughter's been ruined by many.

I count myself on that shit list.

I know you found yourself
a good deal here,

but...

this ranch was the only thing
she stood behind.

The only thing protecting her.

Until it couldn't no more.

Hear what I'm saying, Roy?

Yes, ma'am.

Good.

Don't step on the necks of my girls

when you're trying to reach
for that honor you're talking about.

I'm gonna leave this here.

Now. Easy.

You over here trying to paw my wall down?

Yeah.

I know. You want loose, huh?

Yeah.

Hey. Over there, over there. Easy.

Go, Leanna, go, Leanna! Go, go, go!
Push, push, push!

Leanna just won us
a fucking buckle, Porshia.

I can't believe you're missing this.

Porshia! Go help Grandma with dinner.

Get the fuck in. Hurry up!

Don't turn the headlights on.
Don't turn the headlights on.

- Check your mirrors.
- What the hell do you know about driving?

I don't... I don't know.

It's... It's what my mom does
when she starts her pickup.

Well, it ain't your mama driving now!

Other way, other way.

What am I supposed to do?

Go! Go!

Porshia, stop, you're making me sick.
Come on, man.

I'm gonna throw up.

She's gonna barf out here.

Leanna! I'm gonna keep the pickup running.
You go load them out.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Brynn! Use your muscles,
you weak-ass bitch!

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Roll it, come on, roll it!

Let's go, ladies!

I can lift these in my sleep.
Let's go, let's go!

Get in, get in, get in, get in.

Come on, load up, load up, load up!

You got to be fucking kidding me.

You girls wanna tell me what the fuck
traffic barrels are doing in my barn?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

Clay just watched your asses pull in.

You seriously think I wouldn't notice
a bright blue fucking tarp in here?

We only took them
so we can practice for rodeo.

So you stole my pickup

and took a group of underage girls
to steal city property for rodeo?

All I do is ride for Roy anyway,
so why does it fucking matter?

Wait, why are you getting off?

We're going to Rapid, I told you that.

Roy set it up.

No.

You didn't tell me that.

Come on, Jesse, let's roll.

All right, motherfucker, you win.

Save your energy for the work.

You know, I ain't even been out
to this side of the property before.

Yeah, we call it the Bone Yard.

A lot of animals die there in the winter,

so we don't want to leave them up there

by the barn for the dogs.

So we just haul them out here.

Yeah, I heard about what Tabby was doing
for you in the courts.

I'm sorry it didn't work out.

My dad was a real son of a bitch, too.

Yeah.

Everything I am, I had to get on my own.

Look, I know it ain't easy for y'all.

I'm just glad I can help.

All right.

Back to work.

Very good, Stetson.

Does he like puzzles?

Yes.

What is his favorite thing to do?

Play with trucks, probably.

- Trucks?
- Talk about dinosaurs.

Does he like to draw?

Sometimes.

Does he know his colors?

Well, he can point them out,
like, if I say the name of them.

He's...

I guess leading me,
like how we train on horses,

applying pressure to which leg,

the direction he wants me to go.

Okay. Well, clearly, he's way ahead
of his age group with motor skills.

Usually though, when children
have delayed speech,

it's caused by anxiety or trauma.

Is there chaos or a lot happening
in your household?

I mean, yeah, we have a lot going on.

We live on a ranch
and I have seven teenage kids

running around all over the place

and, people coming and going.

It's kind of hectic.

And, Clay, you're Stetson's father?

Yes, ma'am.

But not his biological father, correct?

No, he's not, but he is his father.

He's raised him
for the last year and a half.

Okay, I see. And, Tabatha,
you have other children,

same father as Stetson, or...

No... Well, I mean, yes.

My two older kids,
they're from my ex, and Stetson's...

I'll just thank Roy for paying for us
to be treated like dog shit for an hour.

You think I like the way
she talked to us in there?

I don't know what you like anymore.

Fuck off, Clay.

At least they're making some real money.

If you have a better suggestion
on how to pay for all these fucking kids,

I'd like to hear it.

For fuck's sake, Tabby.

They're not living on this ranch
because you have money.

They're living here because of you.

All right, let's get Stetson back.

Happy birthday! Happy birthday!

It's been too long!

Oh, no, it's crazy.

- Hi! Happy birthday.
- Surprise!

Yeah.

Shit, Amy. I messed it up.

Happy birthday, dear Tracey

Happy birthday to you

You look like a monkey

And smell like one too

Right. Welcome to senior citizenship.

Yep.

Can't remember shit.

CSR. CRS.

Yeah, CRS.

You can't shit remember. No...

Easy for you to say.

Well, I can shit and remember.

I did get him out of there
with a restraining order.

And I went around my property

and I peed all the perimeter
of my property

because it was my house,
my house, my property.

And it was the best day ever.

Drinking beer, pee. Drinking beer, pee.

Marking territory.

I did mark territory.
I don't even like beer.

And the moment I had her, they took her.

They rip her from you.

And you never got that bond.

And who did they give her to?

My ex-husband, my abuser.

And now she's all grown up

and she's with an abusive,
controlling man.

And she thinks that's love.

She was only two years old.

When I got shot.

She's seen her mother get shot.

Running down the road, bloody.

My dog actually saved my life.

He was a Mastiff-Pitbull.

He held him down by his throat.

I actually got one good shot at him
with a Coke can, though,

when I was getting away.

Got him right in the forehead.

Busted his head open.

And then he laid me out.

He hit me in the head with a 9mm gun.

The cop pulls up.

She goes, "Amy, do you know
you pissed yourself?"

And I said, "Yeah, you'd piss
yourself too, if you got shot

"and just went through what I did."

And then I got in her car
and she took me home.

Look, I beat Tabby to shit.

Tabby's father's cleaning his gun.

Accidentally shot himself.

Tabby's sitting on his lap.

What was my first thought?

Slap Tabby.

Fucker's bleeding out.

I'm hitting my kid.

I don't know why.

She didn't do anything. She was a baby.

I don't know. Maybe it's just
in our blood at this point.

He believed in God.

He was a Christian.

Anytime we would fight
or he'd be in pain or...

life was just fucking shitty,

he would say he wanted to kill himself.

But he was afraid to go to hell.

That night
I saw him sitting in the pickup.

And...

his...

eye was hanging out of his head.

And he had a gun across his lap.

I called 911 and they told me
to drag him out

and perform CPR on him.

I don't even really know why.

He was already fucking dead.

Every breath I gave him
just put blood in my mouth.

The next day, I...

I... scraped the blood
out of the backseat of the pickup.

I found pieces of his skull.

I was using his fucking pocket knife
to do it.

I remember I had my dogs
outside the pickup.

And I would sic 'em on anybody
that tried to come near me.

You can't even imagine how much
blood a carpet can hold.

And how it foams
when you fucking scrape it up.

Porshia heard the gunshot.

She blames me.

She came down that night,

begged us to stop fighting.

She loved John so much.

And blames me.

Excuse me.

Hey! What the fuck are you doing out here?

Why is it, when I tell you
not to do something,

you never fucking listen?

Get your ass to the house.

Porshia!

Porshia!

Sometimes I wonder
what the water didn't carry away.

What's left waiting,
crushed underneath some rock.

What could be buried
underneath us right now,

and we wouldn't even know it.

Did I fuck it all up?

That ranch is their whole life.

Just...

John's buried there.

Knowing some rich man
owns the ground that covers him.

If there was one thing that John hated,

it was rich people.

Fuck. Do you ever get angry with him?

I get so fucking angry sometimes.

Yeah, sometimes it just seeps out of me.

I just fucking hate him

for making me feel this way
all the time, every day.

Having to look at his kid
and see him every day.

I don't even know why Clay
stuck around this long.

He sees what John saw,
what I see every day.

I know, I don't...

I don't tell you.

But, you know,
John could see things in people

before they could see it in themselves.

It's okay. You're gonna be just fine.
It's okay.

It's okay.

Easy, now.

Easy.

You're okay.

You've been busy handing it
to some people, huh?

I know.

Easy, now.

Easy, now.

I'm gonna need your help, okay?

Easy, now.

Easy, now.

Easy.

Easy.

Damn, this place is nice.

Have we sold here before?

I think Porshia sold here once with Roy.

So where's Roy?

- He's gonna be pissed.
- Why?

He doesn't know we're selling today.

Two thousand, get 2,500.
Now three. At three, 35.

Thirty-five. Now, four. Now, 45,
and now 5,000. Now, five. 5,500...

Now, $6,000.

$500 now. $500. Now, 6,500. At 65.

Seven and half. Now, seven and half.
Now, seventy-five hundred...

Sold, 7,000...

Lot 75, consigned by Tabatha Zimiga.

I'm riding today.

Tabatha Zimiga.

It looks like this horse
can be ridden without a bridle.

Not something you see every day.
That takes some skill, folks.

All right, ladies and gentlemen,
we're going to start the bid.

Well, let's go. Five thousand. Give 55.
Now, $6,000. And 65. Now, seven.

$7,000. And 75.
And now, 75, and now, 7,500.

Two and a half. 75.
Seven and a half. $8,000...

Now $10,000...

Now, ten-five. Now seven and a half.

Seventy-five. Seven and a half. Eleven.

Now, 11. Now, 11. Eleven, two and a half.

$11,500. Eleven-five.
Now, seven and a half.

Get 12,000 now...

Seven and a half.

Seventy-five now.
Seventy-seven and half now.

Seven and half. $13,000.

Two and a half. Now, five.
Seven and a half.

$14,000. Two and a half, now.

Fourteen-five, now 14, seven and a half.
Fifteen thousand.

Fifteen, two and a half...

Sixteen, now. Two and a half, now.
Seven and a half, now.

Now, $17,000...

$500...

$18,000. Now, two and a half.

Now, two and a half...

Eighteen-five, 18 seven and a half,
$19,000.

Nineteen, now, two and a half.

Now, five. Now, seven and a half.

Now, $20,000. Now, $20,000.
Now, 20, now 20.

Two and a half. Twenty thousand.
Now, two and a half.

Going once, going twice, sold for 20,000.

Well, looks like that's going to be
the highest sale of the day, folks.

That horse is worth every penny,
no doubt about it.

We got one lucky buyer in here today.

I think we're all looking forward
to see what this rider brings in next.

Twenty-motherfucking-thousand!

- Give me that shit! Twenty thousand!
- Jesse!

Out of the gates like a shotgun blast,

it's Porshia and Bingo.

Hurry across to number two.

Go, Porshia! Go, go, go, go!

It's time to take another sharp turn
as we head to three.

As we turn number three, what do you say,
let's make a little noise.

To the top we go!

Porshia and Bingo
with a 14 and one second run.

Tabby, don't do this.

You and I both know, without me,

you'll lose that ranch,

go back to selling horses in shit towns.

Come on, you're smarter than that.

Look, I appreciate you coming in
and everything you've tried to do,

but we got it figured out now.

You do?

What is it you got figured out?

You can't buy me.

You can't buy my life.

And you sure as hell can't buy my kid.

You better run, Jesse!

Jesse's it!

- Bruh!
- Porshia!

Porshia!

We're always told that the Badlands
are crumbling and getting weaker.

To watch where you step.

Watch where you ride.

'Cause, one day,
there won't be anything left of them.

Kick his ass, girly!

Get him!

But I don't think the Badlands
are going anywhere,

because they're still here,
holding all of us.