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Thank you, Mother.

Willem, watch the horses.

Tessa is feeling a little skittish today.

You know, I am capable of tending to more important things…

than a horse.

Come on now, Will.

You know Mother only trusts her baby to your care.

Your brother's right.

And you…

no rash adventures.

Mrs. Van Ness.

Some service I can provide?

Mr. Mayor, our West Hill and Summit mines are down 27%.

And my primary associate, the esteemed Mr. Vanderbilt…

Well, if Cornelius sees that one of his investments is

losing steam,

well, his concern becomes contagious.

That vein of silver running through Jasper Hollow is our most timely solution.

Well, generous offers have been made to all four families in the Hollow.

No doubt common sense will settle in.

We cannot rely on the arbitrary sense of the common, Victor.

We all know that without the expansion of Van Ness Mines, Angel's Ridge will

slide back into the mud.

We do not want that.

No, we do not.

And so our pursuit of the Hollow will continue.

- Get! - Move, move, move!

Elias! Get up!

- We've got rustlers! - Where?

Lower pasture.

Dahly! Little Bull!

Think we didn't hear the fucking shotgun?

Come on, Albert.

- Move! Move! Fucking move! - Good to go.

Let's go.

- Come on! Pull! - Come on, now!

I see 'em!

Come on!

Over there! Over there!

- They're here! - Go, move it.

There they are!

Elias, Albert, find the king.

Settle him. It will calm the rest.

King is in the middle.

Lilla, to the wall. Dahlia, with me.

Yah. Yah!

You got it! You got it!

Elias. Careful.

You got it!

Easy, easy!

Whoa, whoa!

We should be going, Mother.

Goddamn Van Ness.

This slaughter…

under our fucking noses.

For over a year now,

the curses and torments.

Then we pray for greater guidance.

This was Van Ness. Her tyranny's getting worse.

You don't know that for certain.

As certain as Quentin losing that Appaloosa.

Or your grain fields going brown from arsenic.

You think those are all random acts of misfortune?

Whatever's happening here shows no signs of stopping.

If all four families work together,

we might have a better chance to protect what's ours.

Protection?

That's a matter for the law.

It was the middle of the fucking night.

I understand.

Write down all they took.

It was a threat, not a theft.

Our cattle were not stolen, Sheriff. They were slaughtered.

The Cayuse been all stirred up.

It wasn't the Cayuse.

It wasn't the Redmasks.

You know who it was.

Stop leering.

You have a sweet spot for the orphan girl.

Go talk to her.

You are drunk on sugar.

Well, if you are too timid to make a friendly gesture…

Trisha Marie!

Trisha Marie! What you going--

For God's sake.

Trisha…

Dahlia Teller?

- There's someone who'd like-- - Trisha!

Hey, Issac, I believe my mama's horse should be getting your full attention.

Palomino's getting a proper tending.

He's a bit skittish. He had a harrowing night.

Right.

Heard you had a…

rustler problem down at the ranch.

Maybe it was a rustler problem sheared the palomino's hoof.

You making some affront against my family?

Issac didn't mean anything by it.

Right. Just a mindless mutter.

Let's go.

Yeah, well, it best not happen again.

'Cause I do not take kindly to disparaging accusations.

Especially from some dirty little Jew.

Well, we all know you had nothing to do with that horror last night.

The attack required a fair amount of brains.

All right.

- Did something happen with Willem? - Not sure.

He suddenly was all tied up in knots.

Let him be.

If his nerves need settling, rather it be drink than some whore.

Afternoon, Walter.

Mr. Paxton.

Figured you could carve him up, give your hogs some solid feed.

In the barn.

This was Constance.

Her crew ran a dozen more through the wall.

Into the gulch.

Huh.

Mr. Paxton,

we think we can make a stand.

Stop this threat, but only if all our families work together.

You see a family around here, son?

No, sir, I-- I…

I didn't mean your…

Come here! What?

What? You think I got time for playing?

My tongue…

just prone to spit fuckery.

I do not need your minding, Jack.

Moran, Mr. Van Ness is done here.

Understood.

You're high-headed plenty. Don't want you getting yourself lost.

Jack, my good, great friend.

This…

is how I find myself.

I will finish presently.

Then head home to my…

dear…

doting mother.

We set up nightly patrols.

Cover the Hollow.

From the foothills to the south bend.

Two from our families, two outsiders.

And folks who'll tell the truth.

Whatever happens.

With no bias.

Cayuse settlement.

Two hours north.

I grew up with many of them.

More Cayuse does not serve the need for folks believing us.

Why? Only whites tell the truth?

And Mexicans, are we not to be trusted?

I did not ask for help.

A shared boundary does not align us.

We met here, at a river that feeds all our land,

because we are aligned.

We need each other.

Survival…

kin or not, seems a damn potent glue.

Come to get my due apology.

Your, uh, mocking…

made the fool of me today.

I'll show some contrition,

as soon as you restore the cattle took flight off our fucking cliff.

Think you are so righteous.

I think you are so drunk.

The orphan harlot judging me?

Ah, you should be thanking that Irish god of yours.

That a man like me…

might even consider showing you interest.

I will add that to my evening devotions.

The present…

seems right for devotion.

No, please!

Please! No! No! No, stop! Stop!

Willem, please! Please, stop!

- You don't have to do this! - Hush!

This could have been lovely, Dahly.

- Stop, stop, stop! - Dahly!

Please, stop! Willem!

Step back.

Stop, stop, stop!

Get off her!

Fucking monster.

So what now, boy?

Gonna shoot me?

I'll let the law deal with your ungodly actions.

The law?

You think Hayworth is gonna lock up a Van Ness?

My visit here?

Only to collect what's owed--

Dahly!

Sis.

God help us.

Shh, shh, shh. Shh.

We're here. We're all here, child.

Has no one gone to fetch the doctor?

Finding Mam was a faster remedy.

There's nothing more Doc Wells could do with these wounds.

Nearest surgeon's Oregon City, that's half a day's ride.

Let's get home, girl. It's not our concern.

I was here.

Papa, I saw him defile her.

- I saw Dahlia-- - It's not our family's problem.

Doesn't change what happened. All of us being here makes us part of it.

Then it's a matter for the law, and the guilty.

That boy is a Van Ness, Miles.

His mother will lay guilt upon all of us.

- Use it against her-- - A man's life is fading.

Oma's right.

Willem's in God's care now.

If he makes it through the night, turns up stronger,

then sun-up we send for the sheriff.

Travel the boy to Oregon City, get him the proper care.

We'll look after the trotter.

Aye.

There you go.

Dahlia won't take any sleep.

Perhaps she needs to be here.

Elias, go get yourself a few hours.

Both of you. Go.

It's my care now.

Yeah.

I got him, Mam.

Good night.

Do you know how my husband died?

He… He fell…

drunk…

from a rooftop.

After I lost the third baby,

I knew conceiving was not in God's will.

Timmy couldn't find peace with it.

And he shared that unrest with closed fists.

Beatings near bloody almost every night.

I was on the roof pulling sheets,

and he stumbled up there drunk as always.

Staggered close to the edge.

There was a chimney crumbled.

So I took a brick to the side of his head…

and he was gone into nothing just like that.

You forget when you're being beaten…

how delicate the hand is that holds you down.

What are you doing?

Do you want me to stop?

All it takes

is pressure in the right place.

Constance knows that, so does her boy.

It's a hard lesson to learn.

I inquired at Giselle's, Pope's gin mill. Rattled Arkasha as well.

No one laid eyes on Willem after he left Moran's.

Find your sister.

Perhaps Willem…

between the drink and…

his distractible nature,

ended up in the foothills.

Bedded down in one of the mining camps.

No matter how distracted Willem might be,

he would never disobey me.

What is it?

Yesterday…

Willem stormed off, red-faced from the Jew.

You said something "tied him up in knots."

What was it?

I am not certain.

Am I to be privy to the thoughts in his head?

Willem did not come home last night.

If he is in danger,

and you are aware of anything…

anything at all…

Might have been something said.

Dahlia Teller.

It was a bit bold.

Could have hurt Willem's pride. I…

Insolence.

It is a thankless endeavor.

Motherhood.

A visit is needed.

The orphan girl.

Her admission may

untie the knots.

I'll give a follow.

Just in case it becomes a matter for the law.

I suggest we talk to the other families in the Hollow as well.

Talked to Roache.

He and his crew want the work.

Good.

I will need to meet him face-to-face.

Take a look in his eyes.

Stay down!

Please! It's all we got!

Stay down!

I got it.

- That boy! - I got the goods.

Come on, pack it up.

- Let's go! - Come on! Let's go!

The door is patched. Laid the body in here.

Go get Mam.

This animal deserves no piety.

I wish it was me took his life.

Mam, someone is riding up.

Well, this is quite the surprise.

Sorry for disrupting your day, Ms. Nolan, but I'm afraid our need is an urgent one.

How might we help?

My eldest, Willem, has gone missing.

Short time prior to that, your…

The tall, fair-skinned girl,

she shared some unkind words with my son,

may have offended his pride.

Perhaps Willem came by here in an effort to better understand her scorn.

I'd like to speak with the girl.

I'm afraid Dahlia's a bit indisposed.

Monthly suffering.

Best mind Mother's need, Teller.

Where's your sister?

Your families both seen a rough few days.

Understand tempers are raw.

Willem and I had a harsh exchange about the rustling incident.

Both of us were offended by words said.

Your daughter was witness to that.

But, no, ma'am,

your son did not come here for betterment of any kind.

What happened to your face?

A reckless toss.

Dropped a feed bucket from the loft.

I should have seen it coming.

Worry of a child is heartbreaking.

Sorry we couldn't ease your pain.

The depth of that pain is something you could never truly understand,

it being one of blood.

Although it is admirable

that a barren woman such as yourself would take on all of this.

Love is not shared through blood.

Yet you continue to turn down my generous offers,

knowing all that money could greatly benefit these children.

Is that love?

Or is it mulishness?

You mistake my faith for stubbornness, Ms. Van Ness.

'Cause I know what it is God wants of me.

I made a promise to Angus Teller

to care for his children.

He provided for the purchase of this land, their future.

After he died, we took the hard trail west.

Where Providence led us to these two angels alone and hurting.

That journey bonded us together in a way you could never understand.

Delivered us here.

Five abandoned souls now kin.

No amount of money or misfortune can move us from this land.

God gave us this home.

And only God…

can take it away.

If I knew I was getting a sermon, I would've worn my Sunday finery.

We thank you for your time, ma'am.

We need to gather the Hollow.

- The boy has gone missing. - I don't know nothing about that.

Good day, sir.

Paxton hasn't seen your boy.

Easy, boy! Easy!

Chain that filthy cur!

Come on, girl.

We got enough swine to tend to.

Wait here.

Mrs. Van Ness, Xavier Roache.

Pleasure meeting a woman of your stature, ma'am.

Mr. Roache.

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

My son Willem is missing.

Well, I assure you, I have many eyes.

Good.

Jack here will cover your expenses.

Pitch a camp beyond the mines there.

Do not rob or kill anything.

Good dog, Sweetie.

Afternoon, Walter.

I've got your hides.

Thank you.

But our visit today, reason being a more dire one.

Willem Van Ness, the eldest son…

- There was an incident. - The one gone missing?

Aye.

Circumstances demand a timely decision.

The outcome of which could affect all of us.

- I don't care to know about it. - I understand your reluctance.

Understand this, ma'am.

I harbor no ill will towards anyone in this Hollow,

but I also do not care what

might happen to you.

Leave us be,

and… and we'll do the same.

Come on, Sweetie. Here.

That's my good girl.

Everyone's been through enough.

Willem died in his sleep.

Folks' minds are set around that.

What if he was to live?

It's not your concern.

If needed, I'll tell everyone the truth.

But I promise you, child, I did what I did

so you would never have to suffer the consequences of Willem's death.

For now, we hold that between us. Understood?

Yes.

Good girl.

- Miss Trisha. - Just some water, please.

You got it.

A whiskey as well.

Thought you might care for another.

It was a ragged day for both of us.

Thank you.

Trisha Marie?

- Bring yourself over here. - You're not my keeper, dear brother.

I'm sorry.

Always find a fool thing to mind.

Mind yourself!

Time to leave, son!

Who the fuck do you think you are?

- Lose your nursemaid, maybe you find out! - Let's ease up now!

Don't want more trouble!

We've had plenty.

Your mother is waiting for you and your sister.

Go on. Hurry on.

This is not finished.

You hear me? You will suffer.

Every last one of you mongrels.

And that bulldog of an Irish whore you call "Mam."

We have a body rotting in our barn,

and you all go and get into a bar fight?

Nothing was damaged, Mam.

Except a fork.

You know better than that.

The fault is mine, Mam.

I'm the oldest. I need to be taking better care of us. I'm sorry.

Dahlia…

what he did to you…

I'm so sorry.

I made a promise to Dad to…

keep us safe.

I promised.

I'm sorry.

Because we live by the same river, I'm to hide your bodies?

- Willem's blood is not on us. - That's where you're wrong.

Van Ness sees a chink in armor, she drives the knife.

This is not a weakness, it is murder.

The animal deserved worse.

If we go to the law, we hang.

It is a crime that my family had no hand in.

Who cares? Fuck her.

She has no regard for anyone, the law.

So why the fuck should we?

The silver under our feet is ours, this fucking land is ours.

If we don't stand together, she'll take everything.

We bury this, it starts a fire.

The fire's already here.

We cannot compel you.

Each family gets two votes.

Stone,

go to the sheriff.

Stick,

this remains our business.

Majority takes it.

Dahlia.

Albie.

A lie sets no one free.

- What are you doing? - Two votes per family.

- Papa, I deserve-- - That is our choice.

- That is not-- - That is our choice.

It's a fair draw.

No majority.

Found her by the river.

Van Ness killed her.

Sweetie.

Why do that?

Why kill a dog?

Sweetie.

Sweet…

Why kill a dog?

Van Ness's missing boy.

Willem attacked Dahlia.

Stone,

the law handles it.

Stick,

silence.

Each family gets two votes.

Don't need two votes.