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We've got rustlers!

- Where? - Lower pasture!

Fucking move!

There they are!

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

We all know that without the expansion of Van Ness Mines,

Angel's Ridge will slide back into the mud.

If all four families work together,

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

Heard you had a rustler problem at the ranch.

We all know you had nothing to do with that horror last night.

The attack required a fair amount of brains.

My visit here, only to collect what's owed.

Get off her! I'll let the law deal with your ungodly actions.

You think Hayworth is gonna lock up a Van Ness?

Stone, go to the sheriff. Stick, silence.

- Each family gets two votes. - Don't need two votes.

God gave us this home.

And only God can take it away.

Oh God.

Who is that?

A grizzly.

Our mayor unfortunate enough to be its morning meal.

Dreadful.

Bear headed west, most likely to the summit, feed off the rivers.

We're gathering up folks to watch the trails.

Make sure it's moved on.

I have three mines pulling power off those rivers.

Our miners will hear of this.

A distraction that could slow production for days.

My chief investor, Mr. Vanderbilt, is due here tomorrow.

This won't land well with him.

We form a hunting party.

Track the beast,

kill it before fear of it affects the work.

Yes. And we do it with haste.

No suspicion has shown itself.

Suspicion rarely shows its face.

We're still not free of the lie that we buried.

Or if I look for something other than dread,

I see a growing bond between friends and good neighbors.

I might need stronger specs

to see what you see,

neighbor.

Mam, deputies.

I'll handle this.

Deputies.

Ma'am, a man was killed in town this morning by a bear.

- We're gonna track and kill the grizzly. - We're looking for hunters.

Request of Van Ness Ventures.

All to be compensated.

We could use your tracking skills, Quentin.

And a fatted hog, Mr. Paxton.

Bear bait.

We're on our way to ride to Sáus River. Meet with the Cayuse.

- Trade some horses. - They need you here.

Maybe Lilla will join me. Meet my people.

All right, we'll take the trail at the ten bell.

The force of these tears must be…

…which suggests an age of…

- Hunters! - …I believe five, six years.

Hunters.

These vouchers can be used for any town goods and services.

Compliments of my mother.

Who made the silver dandy fucking hunter king?

I heard you will be going after the bear.

Be careful.

Right, I… I will.

Safely led by your brother's sturdy hand.

It's pomp and bluster.

Just Garret's way of keeping sadness at arm's length.

Do not take it to heart.

As a favor?

To me?

Whenever you're ready, brother.

And I shall pray for a safe and bountiful hunt.

- She'll be praying for us. - I heard.

Friends, neighbors, fellow citizens,

adversity has its way of bringing us together.

Today, Angel's Ridge has that bond.

Let us pray for a fruitful hunt.

And return to our day.

Godspeed to all.

- Godspeed! - God bless, ma'am.

Lead them well, son.

But do not put yourself in harm's way.

I know how to hunt, Mother.

Promise me.

Safe return you shall have.

Hunters!

Put the poor fellow in the graveyard shed.

Secure the latch or else the raccoons will make a feast of him.

Pastor, Mayor Nibley was a Catholic.

Father Duffy should give final rites.

Ah, I'll let him know.

Your priest, he's now Monsignor Duffy.

Monsignor!

Ladies.

Splendid news on your clergyman.

I'm sure it was most deserved.

Well, what a day.

Our children coming together in a time of need.

Turned a page, have we?

Tell that to the cattle at the bottom of my fucking cliff.

If you cooperate…

it would guarantee your safety.

Safety? For my silver?

You make extortion sound like progress, Constance.

The answer is no.

Don't ask me again.

Welcome back, Father.

Thank you.

Apparently getting closer to God requires a new horse and coat.

All well deserved.

Pastor Collier.

I pray your travels were blessed with more calm than our morning was.

Dearest Fiona.

Sweet Dahlia.

Father…

Monsignor Duffy.

I'm so thrilled. So proud of you.

It's but a change in color.

- Pastor tell you of our mayor's fate? - Indeed.

Such a tragic end.

I gather the boys taking to the hunt?

They are.

I am glad to see you, good priest.

And you as well, Madame Giselle.

We could use your Latin skills at services tomorrow.

Oh, alas… God demands an even greater service

of me and my disciples.

Any indication as to the fate of the Van Ness boy?

The one gone missing?

Nothing told to us.

Will you be joining us for supper?

Your stew and a wicked game of fidchell,

that's the true reason I make these monthly rounds.

Ah, so it is.

It's the monsignor.

Pride of County Louth.

If you had any pride, you'd pour a more respectable bottle.

Ah, the abuse we shoulder here.

With Mass and your final sacrament,

will there be time for absolution this trip?

Oh, time enough.

The pastor allowing us his church as our needs demand.

Come on, let's get you settled. I'll take that.

Found two sets of tracks coming and going from the far bends of the river.

The grizzly likes it here.

Trap will take a good couple hours.

Gives us time to lay bait.

Thought the hog was the bait.

We lay crumbs along the tracks.

Lead the beast to the fatted prize.

Ah, Quint, you, Walter, and Miles take a set.

- Me and Albie will lay the other. - Are we taking your orders now?

Which party should I lend a hand?

You know, I think our commander here could use some bear learning.

Why don't you, uh, stay here and read him a nice story?

Best you come with us, son.

No, someone needs to keep our orphans from going astray.

Grab the gizzards.

What's put him in such a state?

He wants to join the Cayuse rebels.

Struggles with his father's trust in the treaty.

Treaties have not been kind to any nation.

No longer your worry, sister.

You left us…

for a life with outsiders.

Wait here.

Ah!

Apologies for the start, miss.

I was not aware I had an audience.

Are you here to pay mother a visit?

If your mother is Mrs. Van Ness.

Please, keep playing.

Impromptu 90 is one of my favorites.

You know Schubert.

Just because a man looks a bit worn…

No, I…

I meant no judgment.

Sure you did. Rightfully so.

Please.

Sit.

Most men around here barely know "Ring Around the Rosie."

Vanderbilt visits tomorrow, yet all my thoughts are with Willem.

I know.

I worry you don't put much faith in Mr. Roache and his men.

I know nothing about him or his crew.

Other than the long list of crimes they're wanted for.

I know Mr. Roache presents certain challenges,

but we've got tasks in front of us

that may need someone who can cross lines we cannot.

Too many boots tread those lines,

becomes hard for everyone to see.

I appreciate your loyalty, Jack.

That's the polite, white lady way of saying,

"keep my tongue still."

Mr. Roache?

Oh, Mother.

Told him to wait downstairs.

Thank you, Jack.

Dearest, would you collect Mr. Nibley's trinkets for his family?

Yes, of course.

I hope you come bearing more than just knowledge of Schubert.

I do, ma'am.

But my findings… they will not provide much comfort.

We searched every mining camp,

yours, Clugage and Pool's, the smaller ventures.

Jails. Hospitals.

Nothing.

No trace of Willem.

Ma'am.

Where are you from, Mr. Roache?

Many places, ma'am.

I prefer my mysteries inside the bindings of a book.

Northeast mostly.

Family didn't settle much.

And was it the allure of danger that brought you west?

Mostly came for the solitude.

A place where no one asks questions.

Safe travels, Mr. Roache.

Have yourself a lovely day, ma'am.

Pull!

Here.

Here.

And here.

The bloodier ones.

Is that bloody enough for you?

Ah!

A delightful aroma!

Rabbit and greens.

Have a seat, dear one.

Should be hot enough.

Here, get the bowls.

Your sisters will be over the moon with your appointment.

They ask of you quite often.

Maeve never forgetting your banishment from St. Catherine's.

Nearly strangled the Mother Superior with a mooring rope.

That witch pushed me in a lake.

Tried to drown me.

Her idea of a swim lesson. That rope saved me arse.

I thought you were expelled for stealing the chaplain's mule.

I borrowed the mule.

And it was from Our Lady of Good Faith.

Dismissed from three schools, was it?

That's enough from you.

I'll have my revenge on a fidchell board.

Oh!

I'd expect nothing less.

I forgot about the abbey at Boyne River.

It was four schools.

- Was it? - Yeah.

- You sure? Fuck off. - Yeah.

Gut the pig, lay the bait, and we settle in.

Wait for the kill.

Preparations are all in order.

Cut it at the river, get a good artery,

let it run upstream a bit,

then lay a trail of ripe blood right to the trap.

I'll lend you a hand, Walter.

It'll be quick.

Don't move.

Father's purchase of our land.

Secured it before he passed.

Yes. Angus Teller.

Entrusting your care to his fierce Irish nanny.

After the Great Fire, she nursed him back to health.

Never left his side.

Enough sentimental delay, Killian Duffy.

Time for your comeuppance.

Bring your best, fiery lady.

I will.

In search of more Schubert?

It seems my neglect has become a mad sorting of dead composers.

The man you were playing with today,

Mr. Roache,

he is a scout,

with experienced men,

hired to search for Willem.

Have they found anything?

I am sorry to say they have not.

Is he gone, Mother?

Your father's love of Schubert has taken hold of you.

It reminds me of him.

Yes.

I miss him too.

Very much.

Smash!

My game. Seven over five.

Shite.

I cannot beat her, Dahlia.

Your victories are mounting.

Half quid a point.

Oh, that's a good thing.

I need bounty to pay Peter.

Buy my wings.

This from the Vatican?

A much humbler address.

My diocese in Oregon City. Archbishop Blanchet.

This ascent…

means your monthly journeys here, they will end?

Not for a while, but yes.

I'm to take a parish in Seattle.

A rugged harbor in need of God's firm hand.

It's about time.

All your years of service recognized.

A debt paid.

Your winnings.

This new appointment affords me the wages to amend my years of losses.

It was play.

I cannot take this.

Your service, Fiona.

It was a game of love.

Not gifts.

- I'm sorry. A foolish-- - No, I see your generosity.

You see my ignorance. It's-- it's…

And I've got a homily still to write.

I thank you both.

A wonderful meal, fine company.

I shall see you at confession tomorrow.

Good night, ladies.

Fuck's sake.

Killian, wait.

Your appointment gave me so much pride, truly.

The money is just a heavy reminder that now

your grace and status will be out of reach for someone as simple as me.

Dear woman,

I am the simple one.

You're my beacon, good priest.

My faith held strong because of you.

You're the strength, Fiona.

Your faith is unshakable.

Beyond my guidance.

Beyond my weakness.

How will you tell of it?

All that happened?

Things we did?

Confessional holds mercy.

Priest brings our truth to God,

God delivers forgiveness through him.

But what if my truth…

What if…

the thing…

Willem… did to me…

I brought on myself?

Our vengeance…

wrong?

Willem Van Ness was a sad, broken thing.

He could never have your light, so he sought to snuff it out.

God did not let that happen.

God didn't kill him.

We did.

We killed a man.

You tell our priest a simple story of it.

Your life threatened,

striking back your only choice.

And what will you tell him?

It was an act of love.

To keep safe the life of someone good, I took the breath of someone evil.

Willem's death is not your sin.

Any burden you feel, give it to God.

The telling of it sets us free.

Dampness settles in after midday.

Thank you.

You are a mother who understands the weight of a lost child.

Willem's absence is

tearing us to pieces.

I struggle,

deeply…

accepting that the fate of my son is…

God's alone to decide.

There are times we have no hand in fixing the thing that breaks us.

Faith is a rigorous act.

Yes.

Surrender does not come easy.

I admire your faith, Fiona.

Envy it.

I'll leave you to your priest.

Willem is in my prayers.

Monsignor.

Fiona.

Please.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

It has been nearly two months since my last confession.

Right this way, Mr. Vanderbilt.

Watch your step, sir.

What did he say?

Mr. Vanderbilt's shipping enterprise is in jeopardy.

He cannot risk any losses.

If our decline does not stabilize,

he will be forced to withdraw his stake.

If I was Quentin, I would've shit myself seeing that bear.

It smells like you did!

Pardon, folks.

These spilled out of the padre's gear when he rode off.

I called after him, but he was already at a full gallop.

I figured you'd know how best to return it.

- Thank you, Issac. Join us? - Kind of you.

Those are not your business, Mam.

They're in my hands now. Clearly God's intention.

It's from the archbishop.

Father Duffy was elevated to monsignor.

Well, it's about time.

Issac, the priest, which road did he take out of town?

West end. Toward the mines.

With me.

Now!

Come on!

Killian!

Has something happened?

Issac found these outside his forge.

Ah.

My inferior knot work.

The task of returning them taken with such urgency.

This trail leads to only one place.

I wasn't aware the Van Ness family needed Catholic sacrament.

They do not.

It is a call of courtesy from my bishop.

Archbishop Francois Blanchet?

The one who wrote,

"At the current state of our debt,

we are unable to provide monetary gains

until a parish has been assigned to your guidance."

The horse, the clothes, the money…

it wasn't the church.

Who ended your vow of poverty, Killian?

Oh my God.

Constance.

Oh shit.

Torn from the fucking pages of Matthew!

Silver pieces buy the betrayal.

Our confessed sins, now hers.

To turn against us!

I had no idea the measure of those sins.

Ahh!

Your anger is just.

My sins,

man's oldest.

Pride.

Envy.

Greed.

A priest falling to them is unforgivable.

A righteous and brutal penance is due.

Do it without guilt, son.

God already forgives you.

Putting this burden on the innocent.

You're not a priest.

Just a fucking coward in a collar!

We're finished.