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Mr. Vanderbilt's shipping enterprise is in jeopardy. If our decline does not

stabilize, he will be forced to withdraw his stake.

If you cooperate, we would guarantee your safety.

Safety? For my silver?

The answer is no.

Thought you might care for another.

Christian Marie, always find a fool thing to mind.

Mind yourself!

Willem did not come home last night.

Dahlia Teller could have hurt Willem's pride.

Mrs. Van Ness, save your roach.

The services I am in need of demand a deep reach.

I assure you, I have many eyes.

Good.

Willem Van Ness was a sad, broken thing. Any burden you feel, give it to God.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

Killian! The laws, the money, who ended your vow of poverty, Killian?

Costas. Our confession now hurts.

It's time to cancel.

Oh, my God.

Hey,

someone out there.

We hope this offering is satisfactory to start peace talks.

Burn fire!

Death

was

most certainly the fall.

Leather burn on the neck.

As he fell, must have gotten tangled in the reins.

No one saw the fall.

Other riders.

I was expecting the Monsignor.

A goodwill gesture from his bishop.

Oh. Caillou's down. There's some wolf woods.

Gonna need some hands, Doc.

Another attack?

Find their commander.

Tell Jack and your Hubert partner I'll be in my office.

Yeah, Isaac, we need the tents.

See if Giselle and her girls can help.

Gather in the chicken yard.

It's the third attack this month.

The Cayuse, who ambushed cavalry, is called Redbird. And he's brought around

tribes, Nazperz, Umatilla.

The man is putting together an army.

And all oppose the idea of a treaty.

Mm -hmm.

And with the pace of these attacks, Redbird needs resources.

And he's willing to sit down, talk about making a trade.

And those resources.

More stock.

Yes, ma 'am.

Weapons, munition.

Can he be trusted, this red bird?

Not sure anyone can be trusted.

But it's been only a year since they hung the ones guilty of the mission

slaughter.

Folks, still see the cayuse as savages.

Why risk that association?

That perception of savagery.

Is what I require, Mr. Roach.

Jack, speak sufficient times.

He will bring my goodwill gesture to the Badlands while you... Apologies if I

was not clear.

Our black sheep.

Very aware of who you are.

I'm sure it could be you or your boy, but for trust to take hold, it will need

to be a Van Ness. He's looking in the eye.

What sheep requires your eye?

Tomorrow morning, 8 o 'clock, our homestead.

Be timely.

You have a gentle way about you, ma 'am.

Letting some air get to the wound.

Your medic did a fine job.

How bad?

Damage of infection.

Determined by time and prayer.

I see.

So you must be the angel of angels, Rich.

I've been called many names over the years, Corporal.

Angel has yet to make that list.

The rest.

My sister Lulu, her musical talent was a quality her husband most admired.

Indeed, required.

Your aunt married well.

Music is not my fate for marrying.

I'm not a wind -up doll.

I was offering encouragement.

When you settle with a proper husband, your talent will be an advantage.

Fiona, best report in the womb is not in the belly. Kills infection.

Thank you.

Can you kindly remind my daughter that she does not earn her keep as a doctor?

Nor as cook or laundress, but it seems I do a great deal of that.

She's spending too much time in your company.

Am I to understand that you've been running this entire enterprise on your

Yes.

My Emmett passed.

It will be two years next week.

No condolences.

Well, at least the burden will soon fall on the shoulders of a solid young man.

Angels Ridge wasn't a burden for me and Emmett.

It was our dream.

We were partners.

In love.

And Enterprise.

This attack, sir, will it halt all discussions and treaties?

Well, until their internal conflict is settled, the Cayus won't talk.

Well, if there's anything we can do to help, Angels Ridge is here for you,

Major.

You can stay as long as you need.

I'm sorry, there's no news about your brother.

Thank you, Major. Sure.

Won't be able to travel north tomorrow.

Settled in new prospects.

I'll be riding with your mother and Mr. Roach.

Setting up a new interest in the Badlands.

What new interest? Why his mother? Or why, not for me to know.

Just passing along my recent task.

So you're aware things changing.

Dissolve them like water. We need her, Tasha.

This blade won't cut it.

Let me give a pull.

On his legs, Doc.

Just

a

piece of firewood, brother.

Hold him still.

Hold him still!

He's nearly there.

Sometimes I wish I knew how to pray.

It's all so much.

Duffy, now this. The burden of killing Duffy is mine.

Go, be with the others.

So many pardons. I did not mean to... Our evening devotion quite done.

I'll leave you two.

May I sit?

Yes, of course. Sorry.

You okay?

Since father died, I feel quite distant.

Invisible.

From mother and Garrett and... And now with...

With him missing.

Does that happen to you?

With family?

Not feeling part of the thing you're supposed to be.

Am I... Do I sound quite mad?

No.

Quite truthful.

I do give thought to my own pursuits.

Adventures.

Free your ties.

Your hands feel much firmer than I thought they'd be.

Not that they... I mean, I thought they would be more delicate.

Not that they are rough or manly.

The size as I feel them...

to swallow my own damn tongue.

If that is your way of saying you are a more able woman than I ever imagined,

I accept the compliment.

My intention was exactly that.

We're all heading home, brother.

Right.

Coming.

You have a...

Pleasant praise.

Praying. Praying time.

Is that a comedy or a tragedy?

You do not have to be a churchgoer to receive his grace.

And what grace do you seek, Fiona?

Grace I seek.

Simple guidance.

All my decisions now feel uncertain.

Is it God's will or my own selfish need?

Terrified all my decisions, ones made, ones to make, will be wrong.

Evening, Mother.

Hello, dear.

Needing silver for your adventure to the Badlands?

Our devoted Jack Kree.

What other details did he... Nothing but his worry, which I forced him to relay.

The Badlands are worthy of concern, especially when I am in the dark.

Our duty to this town often requires the need to overstep territorial law.

So the peril becomes yours alone?

I am now pressed to make decisions with uncertain outcomes. comes

i cannot chance a misstep touching you your

safety is my greatest concern our legacy is the greatest concern

and you are that legacy garrett you always have been from the time you were

three father and i both knew it

and willem

Did he know as well?

Irreparent, dethroned, from that young of an age?

Willem was loved.

Deeply.

But his path... A different one.

You're in my chair

Have we given up trying to find him?

Mr. Roach already on to new tasks?

Every agency from New York to San Francisco has been alerted.

Commendable. Look.

Are you done?

Or is there more circus fare I need to endure?

Good fight.

Is

there

anything, Grady?

Any affairs that might need tending?

I want no hypocrisy in death.

Taking up space in some holy yard.

Land next to strange skulls and bones.

There must be some service.

Only to nature.

A corpse, but... A gift to the earth.

We have a view of the stars.

Don't you promise me?

Replace the hind irons.

Put the cards to the Van Ness tally.

Appreciate it.

Come on.

What are you doing here?

Jeez.

Patricia.

Anyone could have caught you lurking back here.

Glad it was you.

Have you come to show me the bruises I have caused?

No.

I'm just following my curiosity.

That man your mother's talking to.

Mr. Roach.

I know him by trade, not name.

He's a scout Mother has hired to search for Willem.

What is it?

I'm fairly certain that your scout is a bandit.

Four fingers.

Leader of the Red Masks.

A Red Mask?

No, that is... My mother would not associate with such... What told your

why so early?

Nothing involving men in masks.

Probably right.

Sorry to disrupt your morning.

Is your intent to follow them?

You'll embarrass yourself.

And so, I will stay with you until you realize your mistake.

It's only going to add to the pleasure of being right.

Got a long ride ahead.

Better get going.

Make sure we're alone.

Trouble?

Just a feeling.

What is Mother doing in this place?

No idea.

These two, what are they looking for?

Let's put the fear of God in them.

Go. Go!

Watch yourself!

It narrows of the head!

Can you jump back to five?

Best we part here.

Thank you.

Those are Mr. Roach's men.

Mother's men.

And they meant to do us harm.

I have to speak with her.

Probably best to keep this to yourself.

Until we both get some better understanding.

The care of me today, I'm not accustomed to that.

You're very kind, Elias.

I am quite fond of you.

There's a mountain of shit between us, Tricia.

I'll fool myself it can ever be climbed.

But if you ever find yourself in need don't give it a second thought.

Come find me.

I will.

I hope you might do the same.

So Constance has bought herself a fucking outlaw army.

Trisha said that she's using the Red Mask to track down Willem.

Jesus.

Well, how do we stop them from finding the body?

The silver is a goodwill gesture to build trust toward a future where we

get what we need.

Silver requires too many trades, too much time.

Our need is urgent.

Until we have weapons, there will be no talk of any favor we pay in return.

I can deliver weapons.

Boyd, you bring the cart around.

Yes, ma 'am.

Ma 'am.

Corporal Mitchell asked that I tend to his remains.

His last request.

An earnest one.

All right. I'll enter it as a local burial.

I'll get him to the graveyard.

No graveyards. I made him a promise.

My boys will tend to it.

Beatrice! How many children do I have?

I'm sorry, Mom.

Ma 'am, do you truly believe this is the right thing?

If I were to make a list of right things, I'm not sure this would be at

Or the bottom.

We need to give an end to this story.

Somebody's coming.

What the hell are you doing here?

Ever since your priest met his untimely end, you've been on a step.

So this stalking is just good neighborly concern, is it?

This help with your local burial seemed like the Christian thing to do.

Hmm. So this is what you're up to.

Whatever the law finds, we'll assume that it's Willem or the man who robbed

killed him.

Drop him.

We'll find a place to lay him.

That's easy, Grady Mitchell.

Be chill.