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We are at a crossroads, Fiona. My pursuit of your land is not greed.

It is survival.

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

I can deliver weapons.

My friend, the guns that you sold us. Where the fuck are they?

It's a very interesting story, huh?

Go on, Trisha! I'll cover you!

Winston, is that you?

I have never seen anyone handle a weapon quite like that.

Let's hope you never do again.

Yesterday's danger, it will only get worse.

I need enough of Jasper Hollow to show a significant profit.

You and the others keep the rest of your land.

- How did you vote? - We voted yes.

Maybe now, they have a chance to help us move on.

Settled?

Fiona?

Fiona, what happened?

Fiona, stop!

Enough!

What happened in there?

She knows.

Knows what?

She knows the body isn't Willem.

She went on about letters. She blames Dahlia.

"Her poor boy."

I could have ripped her fucking eyes out.

What have you done, Fiona?

- What have you done? - I've done the right thing.

I told her no.

Ma'am! Are you all right?

Lock the door, Xavier.

I couldn't sleep.

Too many things in my head.

Took to keeping busy.

The deal.

Van Ness, it's…

It's done?

Aye.

I'll tell of it all.

Let me clean up a bit.

Meet you all at market.

That will be all.

Apologies for disturbing you.

Nelly Books, Red Bird's counsel, paid a call last night.

Cavalry made concessions.

Red Bird has agreed to meet.

Talk peace.

They may not have a need for guns.

And this meeting…

When and where?

Believe midday.

Cat Creek.

Woods bordering Cayuse land.

Nothing to be done.

It's now an effort of State and Tribal Affairs.

And what of my effort?

Those guns soaked my town in blood, killed a child.

A debt is owed.

What is it you want from them?

Fiona and the others

denying my generosity,

it forces the need of a sharper sickle.

And so,

I now need to rid Jasper Hollow

of its stubborn weeds.

And if Cayuse rebels are swinging those blades,

no one questions who and why.

Small-minded fear will see it as just…

another senseless attack by brutal savages.

And the Cayuse get nothing in exchange.

Jack…

You know how much I respect

the people who have walked on this land before us.

I entrusted the care of the one I love most

to the kindness and wisdom of a good Cree.

And that loved one?

What would Emmet think of all this?

An act of a godless soul.

And a mind gone mad.

Thank you, Jack.

For everything.

Family matters being what they now are,

I think it best that you…

settled your affairs here…

and move on.

Find Mr. Roache.

Right away, missus.

Jack!

The Jasper Hollow deal.

They turned it down.

No.

They said yes.

He was joyous! He…

We…

Why would he lie to me?

Throwing this scare to Red Bird is all about saving the gun deal?

You have concerns?

Are they one of risk or conscience?

It's best I don't lean too heavy into either.

I'll put Dupar to it, and talk to our informant in the cavalry.

See if we can undermine this peace.

Mr. Roache.

Xavier, I…

- Last night, I need to tell you that-- - I am aware, Constance.

I was a timely distraction.

And it was a lovely thing.

But I'll give it no more weight than that.

Yes.

That's good.

- I'm sorry. - I believe we're done here, son.

I'll see to the task, ma'am.

The task that Mr. Roache is referring to is--

None of my concern.

I have learned, Mother,

pursuing your trust is a wasted effort.

I will take to any task you require.

I saw Jack with a packhorse.

Is he headed north, collecting the new survey facts?

Sit down.

There's no changing her mind.

Mother is not thinking clearly, Jack.

It's this pressure from Vanderbilt.

I made a promise to your father to stay on here,

help any way I could.

I cannot see how it is I help anymore.

Father loved you like a brother, Jack.

Your Cree remedies,

they eased his pain, but…

your stillness comforted his mind.

He knew we needed that.

Cavalry soldier.

What's going on, Jack?

Why is that cavalry man talking to Mr. Roache?

I don't know.

- Jack, what is it? How can I-- - Just…

- Wait here. - No!

I cannot just wait here anymore!

I just…

I need someone to tell me the truth so I know how to help!

Please!

You're right, son.

Get your horse and a gun.

My final service to your father.

No school today, teacher?

- It's a Synod holy day. - Ah.

I guess I just like to see you in that handsome suit.

Right.

Thank you.

Perhaps…

next time I am well-suited,

you'll spend a day with me.

Walk along the delta?

Picnic?

Perhaps.

And it's not just the suit I like.

Work to do, girl.

Oh, Albie.

Now you know how it feels.

The cavalry soldier.

Is that why we're following our own men?

Your men are on their way to commit treason.

Mother knows this?

Mother requested it.

Red Bird, he needed weapons to fight the war.

She needs a deadly favor to win hers.

- Jesus. The Hollow. - Yes.

And, today, Red Bird sits down with Cayuse chiefs and Indian Affairs.

Talk of a potential peace to end all fighting.

Your mother can't let that happen.

Trish. Good morning.

- I trust that you had-- - I trust nothing!

Was it all a ruse?

What?

A cruel story?

Your feelings? That you've loved me since the day we met?

- I told no story. - Some sly game to open my heart?

Knowing it would open my legs?

- I-- I don't-- - Elias, I am so lost in all of this.

Mornin'.

Hyah!

We are owed an explanation.

Help us to understand why you turned down the deal.

I sat with Constance. I looked her in the eye.

She knows that wasn't Willem's body, suspects us.

All she wants is land.

There's no trust in a woman who'd trade family for dirt.

It wasn't your place.

We voted.

It was not a simple matter of stick and stone.

No.

It's a matter of you needing to have your hand on every fucking lever.

She turns everything her way.

Her divine madness deciding every fucking move!

As if Trisha wasn't leading you by her skirt.

This is not the time.

This is about the deal.

Your brother can't hear reason. Van Ness whispers in his ear.

Is that so wrong?

Huh?

That I want to live a life that's not twisted up by piety and rage?

That I want to love someone?

We are trapped in that house with you.

Hmm.

You fuck one rich cunt,

and you think you're better than all of us, son? Is that it?

- I'll fuckin' kill ya! - Get your hands off me!

- Stop! What are you doing? - Mam, stop!

- Stop! - Enough!

Enough! Enough!

Enough.

You asked me to join you.

To vote.

To fight.

But fighting is all you do.

You've no excuse.

You're not even blood.

This is madness.

It's not fucking madness.

We're family.

You talk of family.

You dressed a soldier up in Willem's clothes

and you fed him to the fucking wolves.

- What? - I saw it.

Papa, why didn't you say anything?

What of your priest, Fiona? Was that you as well?

Tell them.

I gave the soldier to the fucking wolves.

I turned down Van Ness.

I killed my own priest.

And I would do it a thousand fucking times over.

Because this is my home.

This is my fucking home!

And I would kill for this family.

Ugh!

Think we didn't know we was being followed?

Huh?

White man's got you soft, Cree.

Your tracking skills are shit.

Not as shit as yours.

No!

Fucking Cree!

Death of that Cayuse…

The fault does not land on you, Jack.

It's not just one death, son.

Careless hands playing with the fate of peace?

Thousands will die.

We saw this man on the pass with another.

Skinny, milky eye.

No personal documents.

Except this.

Every uniform and badge within a day's ride.

I want them hunting the milky-eyed fuck. I have a few questions before I hang him.

Next time Roache sees me, likely to put a bullet in my head.

Your mother will see everything I did today as a betrayal.

I am a risk.

Where will you go?

I have a bit more mending to do.

As do you.

Your family needs you, son.

A strong hand.

Calm mind.

You have to help her see clearly.

I know.

I am in your debt, Jack Cree.

Mr. Van Ness? I found quite a few records on that name.

A. Winston.

The Cree interfered.

Followed my men.

And your son was with him!

Garret now privy to all endeavors.

Give it a day.

Then reach out to Red Bird.

We still have a transaction to complete.

Something more pressing, ma'am.

The cavalry know Dupar had a hand in the killing.

If they find him, he'll give us both up.

Well, then you will find him first.

My crew is already looking for him. And the Cree?

Something I need to do there?

Jack is gone.

He's no longer in my employ.

I will take care of my son's enlightenment.

His Cree remedies.

He is not coming back for them.

I know.

You spoke to Roache?

I did.

At least now you understand why I wanted to distance you from it all.

Deception.

Treason.

Murder.

What mother would not want to distance her children from that?

Your father's good caution weighing heavier on you than I thought.

Clearly I have become the evil you must now run from.

I am not running from you, Mother.

I am bringing you back home.

No more murder.

We use the law.

Adam Winston was a Special Marshal.

Reported directly to Andrew Jackson.

Helped free Texas from the grip of Mexican land barons.

Then, for reasons unknown,

he turned.

Killed eight Rangers in one night.

Cavalry unit sent to pursue him, slaughtered.

That was 20 years ago.

But his wanted status still very active.

Why are you showing me all of this?

Our quiet, bespectacled distiller,

I am quite certain, is Adam Winston.

Oh my God.

His skill with a gun.

This is how we take the Hollow.

Miles sells to us, or he hangs.

With his access to the river, it breaks Fiona's grip.

The others will have to give in.

Abandons or not,

gives us enough source of profit to appease Vanderbilt.

Keep us growing.

And you did all of this

on your own?

Yes, Mother.

And it is the only way we move forward.

I will not allow any more talk of rebels or treason.

Then we do it your way.

That will be Jenny to do a thorough clean.

No.

Shut up!

I need money, silver, a couple horses, food, and water.

Get myself south.

The boy! Have him fetch it!

We just hand that all over to you?

Why the fuck do you think I'm here?

You got just as much to lose as I do.

I get caught,

and I'll tell the law about Mama.

Outlaws, guns in the cellar, treason,

murder.

Ain't enough silver on the coast stop a rope tightening around her neck.

Get him what he wants.

You're a fool, boy!

Enough! Don't hurt him!

Just… No!

I will get you what you want.

You have my word.

All right.

Go on.

Get!

Mother.

I still don't think what you did was right.

But things I said in anger…

Anger I deserved.

Things that came out of my foul mouth…

hateful.

I am sorry.

Mr. Van Ness?

All those things he said about what the missus did?

Dupar was quite mad, Jenny.

That was plain to see.

Why then was he brought in to protect us with Mr. Roache,

who shot him dead?

Sorry, sir.

Chewing at your ear. I'll quiet myself now.

Imagine the sheriff will sort things out come morning.

Yes.

I am sure it will get sorted.

Stay at it.

I will get Hilde and Beatrice to come help with this mess.

You all right, son?

Jenny was also a victim of Dupar's rage.

He whipped me, killed her.

Would have harmed Mother had you not done your job.

As protection.

Jenny will gossip.

Dupar's babbling of murder and treason.

From this moment on…

nothing will ever happen in this family without your knowledge and support.

No! No! No!

My God.

Jenny.

Forgive the trespass.

You here to deliver her next demand?

Mrs. Van Ness has no more demands.

She will ravage the Hollow

by forcing the hand of an unsettled nation.

What's that mean, Cree?

Ready yourselves.

Hell is comin'.

Wake the others. Now.