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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,

it would guarantee your safety.

Safety? For my silver?

The answer is no.

Thought you might care for another.

Trisha 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, Xavier Roache.

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 clothes, the money…

Who ended your vow of poverty, Killian?

Constance.

Our confessed sins, now hers to turn against us.

Oh my God.

We're finished.

Hey! There's someone out there!

Whoa! Whoa! Who goes there?

Ma'am! It's the priest!

Company, halt! Dismount.

Company, halt!

Tell him we hope this offering is satisfactory to start the peace talks.

The goods.

We hope they satisfy.

- It's the rebels! - We're under attack! Return fire!

I got you, Mitchell.

Uh…

Death was, uh…

most certainly the fall.

Leather burns on the neck.

As he fell, he 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.

Whoa.

Cayuse ambush in Wolf Woods.

Gonna need some hands, Doc.

- Boot it, up front. - Need some help over here!

We gotta go fetch a doc, man.

Go, fetch us some water.

Get five sturdy backs… much water as you can.

Another attack?

Find their commander.

We got plenty of wounded here!

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

Get Issac. 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 Red Bird, and he's brought around the tribes.

Nez Perce, Umatilla…

The man is putting together an army.

And all oppose the idea of a treaty?

Mmm-hmm.

And with the pace of these attacks,

Red Bird needs resources.

He's willing to sit down.

Talk about making a trade.

And those resources?

War stock?

Yes, ma'am.

Weapons, ammunition…

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. Roache.

Jack speaks sufficient Cayuse.

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.

Eight o'clock.

Our homestead.

- Be timely. - Yes, ma'am.

Gonna wanna tie this tight.

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 Angel's Ridge.

I have been called many names over the years, corporal.

"Angel" is yet to make that list.

You rest.

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

Indeed, required.

Your aunt married well.

Music is not my bait for marrying.

I am not a wind-up doll.

I was offering encouragement.

When you settle with a proper husband,

your talent will be an advantage.

Fiona.

Best be poured in the wounds, not in the belly.

Kills infection.

Thank you.

Will 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 enterprise on your own?

Yes.

My Emmet passed.

It will be two years next week.

Well, condolences.

At least the burden will soon fall on the shoulders of a solid young man.

Angel's Ridge wasn't a burden for me and Emmet.

It was our dream.

We were partners.

- In love and enterprise. - Hmm.

Uh, this attack, sir,

will it halt all discussions of treaties?

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

Well… if there's anything we can do to help,

Angel's 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,

settle the new prospects.

I'll be riding with your mother and Mr. Roache,

setting up a new interest in the Badlands.

- What new interest? Why is Mother-- - The "why" not for me to know.

Just passing along my recent task…

so you're aware of things changing.

Hit him again!

Ugh! We're running through this laudanum like water.

We need Arkasha!

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!

Nearly there!

Sometimes I wish I knew how to pray.

It's all so much.

Duffy, now this.

The burden of Killian 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 Garret, and…

and now with Willem missing.

Does that happen to you?

With family? Do…

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

Am I… I…

- Do I sound quite mad? - No.

Quite truthful.

I do give thought to my own pursuits.

Adventures.

Free of ties.

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

Not that they…

I mean, they… I thought they would be more delicate.

Not that they are rough or… or manly.

They're just…

The size, as I feel them, it…

Jesus, I should 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 are all heading home, brother. - Right.

Coming.

You have a pleasant pray…

prayer… 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?

Hmm.

The grace I seek…

is simple guidance.

All my decisions now feel uncertain.

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

Till I'm terrified all my decisions, ones made, ones to make,

will be wrong.

Evening, Mother.

Oh, hello, dear.

Needing silver for your adventure to the Badlands?

Our devoted Jack Cree.

- 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.

I cannot chance a misstep touching you.

Your safety is my greatest concern.

Our legacy…

is the greatest concern.

And you are that legacy, Garret.

You always have been.

From the time you were three,

Father and I both knew it.

And Willem?

Did he know as well?

Heir apparent, dethroned from that young of an age?

Willem was loved, deeply.

But his path…

a different one.

Thank you, Moran.

Hey, you! You're in my chair.

Ah! Nice of him to leave me a drink.

More drinks for the soldiers!

Sergeant, mind your manners.

Ah!

Rather mind this!

- Hey! - Ahh! Let me go!

Have we given up trying to find him?

Mr. Roache, already on to new tasks?

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

I will never give up hope.

Stop it! That's enough! Stop it!

- Put her down! - Take your hands off her!

Yeah, boy?

Tough guys, eh?

I admire your spirit, boys.

Your good sense, a bit light.

But your bravery, commendable.

Fuck.

Are you done?

Or is there more circus fare I need to endure?

Good fight, hmm?

Shut up, Arkasha.

Is there anything, Grady…

Any affairs that might need tending?

I want no hypocrisy in death.

Taking up space in some… holy yard,

laying next to strange skulls and bones.

There must be some service.

Only to nature.

A corpse, but…

a gift to the earth.

Let me have a view of the stars.

Would you promise me?

Replaced the hind irons.

Put the cost in the Van Ness tally.

Appreciate it.

Come on.

Shit.

What are you doing here?

Jeez…

Patricia.

Anyone could catch 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. Roache.

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 Redmasks.

A Redmask?

No, that is…

My mother would not associate with such--

What takes your mother west so early?

Nothing involving men in masks.

Probably right.

Sorry to disrupt your morning.

Is your intent to follow them?

You will embarrass yourself.

And so, I will stay with you

until you realize your mistake.

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

All right, boys, 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.

Now these two, what are they looking for?

Let's put the fear of God in 'em.

- Shit. - Go. Go!

Trish! Watch yourself!

Fuck!

The narrow's up ahead! Can he jump that divide?

I can make it!

- Elias! - Trisha!

Yeah, run, you nosy fucks!

Best we part here.

Thank you.

Those were Mr. Roache's men, Mother's men.

And they meant to do us harm.

I have to speak with her.

Probably best you keep this to yourself…

until we both get some better understanding.

Your 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, Trisha.

I don't fool myself it can ever be climbed.

But…

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 fuckin' outlaw army.

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

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

Mam.

The silver is a goodwill gesture to build trust

toward a future where we both 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.

Boys, you bring the cart around.

- Yes, Mam. - Mam?

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'll tend to him.

Beatrice!

How many children do I have?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Mam, 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 the top.

Or the bottom.

We need to give an end to this story.

Whoa.

Somebody's coming.

The hell are you doing here?

Ever since your priest met his untimely end,

you've been out of step.

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

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,

they'll assume that it's Willem or the man who robbed and killed him.

Dress him. We'll find a place to lay him.

Rest easy, Grady Mitchell.

Step up, boys!

Trouble's gonna run me down

Black water, s