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(announcer): Give it up for Missy McMurray,

former Miss Rodeo Rocky Mountain!

- This could be an opportunity for Frontier.

Austin McMurray's widow doing promos from his home.

- Bel, you could lose the range. - Does the whole darn town know?

It's not some hobby you can just pick up.

- That's why I want to partner with the best ranchers Colorado has to offer.

- If I'm gonna compete for this sponsorship, I'm gonna need to practice on a championship bull.

- You guys make a great team. I have decided to make you co-foremen.

- What? (chuckles)

(upbeat music)

(cows bellowing)

- He's beautiful.

(Missy): Cash, meet Bullet. And Bullet, meet Cash.

Winner of the PRRO and BRL Gold.

- Look, I didn't buy him.

He's just on a loan from a stock contractor friend, Rudy.

You got two months. - Thank you.

- Oh no, thank your coach here.

(clicking tongue)

- So... This is the new "Big Man on Campus?"

- I pity the bullfighter getting in the ring with you two.

- Oh, I pity Bullet.

All right, what do you say we officially introduce ourselves, huh?

- No, no. Not now,

Tuff here has got a fence to repair.

With his new co-foreman.

- A fallen branch just knocked down a couple of posts.

- Oh, it'll be faster to mend 'cause there's two of us.

(cows bellowing)

- And nobody rides until we do drills.

- Mmm, I'm sure there's a six-pack in here somewhere!

- All right, all right. Come on, is this a working ranch or what?

Go on.

Got your good jacket ready for the Gala?

- Oh! Right, that's right.

The BRL's tomorrow.

- You did RSVP, didn't you?

- Uh... - Oh no, Cash McMurray...

Come on, the Bull Riders League is literally the who's who of rodeo.

- You know I hate that stuff. - Doesn't matter.

If you wanna do this, I mean, really do this...

- I mean, Cash, she's right. You meet the judges and they like you,

that can actually mean a difference in your score.

- Judges should judge me on my riding, not because I go to some party.

- It doesn't work that way.

You better hope

that Hank can get you a belated RSVP

or this guy is going back to Rudy.

- Okay.

I have my good jacket. I'm gonna go to the cleaners.

Then I'm gonna do some drills. - Mm-hmm.

- And then I'm riding.

(bellowing)

(sighing) - Oh, man.

(bull grunting)

- I promise...

It's the best way to keep him safe.

(soft music)

- Hey! You ready to go test drive?

- I need to talk to you first.

It's about Valeria.

- Oh, it's about that co-manager thing?

Hey, I think it's great. We're gonna have more time to train inside the ring.

- No, I saw her meet up with Tucker Clarke last night.

I was out with Julian and-- - Ooh, Julian, huh?

- Yes, it was a date.

The point is, she said she doesn't even know him.

Tucker, not Julian.

- No one's really proud to be hanging out with that guy.

- Right, but that's exactly it.

(whistling)

She comes back after a year with no excuse.

Now she's meeting up with Tucker

and has all these ideas about changing things around here?

You don't think that's a little suspicious?

- I think you're just a little upset Mom demoted you.

- No, I'm not. It's just...

It's all a little weird.

- Come on, it's Val we're talking about.

You do have a tendency to get in your head a little bit about stuff like this.

Remember when you thought the Chapman's scarecrow came alive at night?

- Cash... - I mean, you just slept in Mom's bed for months--

- Cash, I was five.

- Five, 25, you're still making mountains out of mole hills.

Now please, go mend fences so we can get inside that ring.

(crowd cheering in the video)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Hi, Missy, it's Susan, from Frontier.

- Oh, Susan, hi.

- So, people have been buzzing about that trick you talked about

on Desiree's radio show, the Suicide Drag.

We want to incorporate it into our digital marketing campaign.

- Oh, that's great. I, uh, I'm sure I have some clips I can send over.

- Thing is, you need to be in Frontier Jeans,

so we're going to send up a camera crew.

- To the ranch?

(laughing) - Yes.

Don't worry, I'll be there to oversee everything.

How's tomorrow?

- Tomorrow...

(soft music)

(suspenseful music)

(bull bellowing)

(indistinct shouting)

(gasping) (crowd screaming)

(crying)

(knocking)

- Hey.

Are you okay?

- Yeah. Fine. What's up?

- Isabel wants to see us.

- Okay.

(birds chirping)

- Oh, boy.

(muttering)

Hey.

I got good news and I got bad news.

A pipe burst at the venue hosting the BRL Gala.

Flooded the place,

and they were considering cancelling--

- And what's the bad news?

That I pressed my jacket for nothing?

- Ah-ha, very funny. No.

The good news is that Hank offered up our ranch as an alternate venue.

- Uh, as in this barn?

- As in the Gala that's tomorrow?

- That's not enough time. - Ma, there's no way.

- Well, we will find a way.

- Why are you pushing this party so hard?

- Look... You... you want my support,

and this is what it looks like.

And look, if it helps the ranch, it could be a blessing.

So let's go, let's go, let's get to work.

I gotta make a few calls. Be right back.

(sighs)

- Did she say "blessing"?

(light country music)

(grunting)

- Is it even safe to be in here?

- Yeah, 'cause if we accidentally kill one of the judges,

it might hurt my score. - Hey, shh. You might jinx it.

- You know, the last time that I was in here was... my wedding.

(sighs) - Yeah.

That was a really gorgeous evening.

- I remember him standing right there.

Big smile on his face.

- Okay, uh, well you go get the guys,

and Missy and I gotta get a training session in.

- Okay... - What?

- Yeah, let's go.

(indistinct chatter)

(horse neighing)

Morning, guys. First things first--

- That flock of sheep on its way?

- You can break out your Little Bo Peep outfit.

- Still got more dates than you. - All right, all right,

simmer down. I got news.

McMurray Ranch is going to be hosting the annual Bull Riders Gala,

which means we're gonna need your hands getting that old barn back into shape.

- But Steve does have a point about the sheep.

We have to prep for them, and the South Pasture's pretty grazed out.

So I was thinking we could rotate to the North Field.

- There's no water in the North Field. - No, I know that but--

- So what, we're just supposed to truckload the water out there every dang day?

(sighs) - We could install a solar pump.

- Or we could use the South Pasture and not waste time. How 'bout that?

- Or how 'bout you save that advice for later? (chuckles)

- And in other news, Valeria has been promoted to co-foreman.

- Co-foreman... - I've never even heard of that before.

- Well, now you have.

So, I just need a few hands to--

- We don't have the manpower for that right now.

- Well, I didn't mean right this second.

- Round 'em up back and head to the barn.

- Uh, hey. You can't undermine me like that.

Not on day one. We're supposed to be a team.

- Is that why you went out celebrating on your own last night?

I assume, since you weren't here working at the ranch.

- Well, I went to bed early.

Look, if this is going to work,

we're gonna have to trust each other.

- Right...

Trust.

Hmm... (Valeria exhales deeply)

(metal creaking)

(crowd cheering)

(panting) - Ow.

(panting)

Hey!

I hear coaching works real good when the coach actually watches.

- Sorry, um... (clears throat)

Hey, I have a question for you. Um...

How did you...

start riding again after... you know?

- Well, uh...

It was just something I needed to do.

- Frontier's sending a camera crew here to shoot a promo with me.

(chuckling) - Look at you, Ms. Fancy Pants.

- Yeah. They want me to do the Suicide Drag, though.

Tomorrow.

- Well, it's not for scores, right? Just a performance.

- Yeah, but the problem is I haven't been performing

or even training for well over a year.

- You know the expression, right?

Fall off the horse, get back on her?

- Yes, I do.

- Okay, then. Yeah. - What?

Hey! What are you doing?

Cash? Wait.

- Nice job, Val. Uh, Tuff, come on, pick up all this wood.

Get it out of here, okay? Oh, hi, Hank!

- Oh, God. - Oh, come on, don't worry. We got this.

- Will you got this in an hour?

'Cause that's when the chair of the BRL Gala Committee

is gonna show up to scope the place out.

- Well, who's the chair this year?

- Only the biggest Stock Contractor in Colorado.

Barbara Sutton.

- You're kidding.

- What?

You two were peas in a pod back in the day, weren't you?

- Look, uh, Tuff! Valeria! How long would it take you to clear out these rafters

and everything living in it?

Plus, I need these windows washed down.

- That'll take a couple hours at least--

- No, no, gotta be done in an hour!

- Uh... Okay, people, triple time on whatever you're doing!

Uh, Nic, get rid of that bird's nest! And Steve, wash the windows.

- You heard her, let's go, go, go!

- Isabel, you okay?

(sighing) - I am fine.

- Boot.

- Aren't we supposed to be training you?

- Well, it helps if my coach feels good about riding too.

And clearly I'm not getting on Bullet anytime soon.

Close your eyes.

Close 'em.

(sighing)

All right, picture yourself on Whiskey, circling the arena.

Now, your foot's in the drag strap.

You swing your body over the side.

(hooves galloping)

Your fingertips brushing the ground beneath ya.

(breathing deeply)

(hooves galloping)

You feel that? (horse neighing)

- Yeah.

- Giddy-up.

(soft music)

(panting)

All right, now swing your body over.

Swing!

(nervous whimpering) Yeah, yeah, no, you got it! You got it!

(panting)

Hey, hey, it's okay.

You're just rusty. You're just rusty.

- No. I keep picturing his face from that... that day.

That was the last time that I did that trick or any trick.

(breathing heavily)

(cows bellowing)

- Look, you just got a case of the yips.

Your muscle memory will kick in.

- Yeah, my muscles are fine. It's my head that's not on right.

- Well, you don't get confident at something by thinking about it.

You gotta do it. - I just did.

Wait... Where'd you hear that?

- Ah, it's just something Austin used to say.

- No, that was me. I told him that.

(sighs)

- Frontier's camera crew is going to be here tomorrow.

I should not have been bragging about how good I am.

- You didn't brag, you just said that you can do it, and you can.

- Which I... clearly, I can't!

Wha... Uh, Isabel. We were just about to do drills.

- All right, look. Forget the drills.

I need you both with me when she arrives.

- She? She who?

- Barbara Sutton, with her boots and her perfect hair,

and her, uh, connections.

Look, she is the chair of the gala committee this year,

and her husband is Joe Sutton. - Joe Sutton.

- "The Glue" Sutton?

Wasn't he the only guy to beat Daddy's records?

- Well, he's a judge now,

and you want them in your corner,

otherwise you might as well just quit while you're ahead.

(horse grunting)

- Come on. Come on!

(light country music)

(inhaling deeply)

- Isabel.

(sighing) Oh...

It's been too long.

- Yes, yes, it has. Uh, Joe.

Great to see you.

So... (clears throat)

Uh, how are the kids?

- Karin made partner at her firm,

and Erica just had her third.

- Nice. Wow.

- We'd love to spend more time with the grandkids,

but this year, I'm supplying the bulls for the entire southwest c--

Oh, my goodness, is that Cash? - Yeah.

- Last time I saw you, you were in diapers.

(chuckles) - Well, it's nice to meet you-- Or see you again, ma'am.

Mr. Sutton. - Mm-hmm.

- Uh, this is my daughter-in-law, Missy.

- Hi. Nice to meet you. - Hi.

- Ever since Cash returned from overseas, he's been training...

And Frontier is eyeing him for a sponsorship.

- Wow.

Another bull rider in the family, huh?

- Well, it runs in our blood, ma'am.

- Well, unfortunately, we can't actually stay long.

We were hoping to take a look at the venue.

- Oh, of course. Absolutely. Right this way.

- Okay. - Of course, yeah.

(music playing softly)

(indistinct chatter)

- Well, it's a work in progress,

but this barn is going to sparkle brighter than your last venue.

(scoffs) - Now that's a tall order.

- I am very familiar with your high standards, Barbara.

- You sure you want to do this?

- Yeah, yeah. Don't worry. It's gonna be fine.

- I meant Cash.

You really want him to be a bull rider?

- Nothing would make me prouder.

- The BRL, Frontier,

the appearances, all the expectations?

I don't have to tell you how hard this life is.

- You are right. You do not.

- Well, I just hope you realize my reputation is on the line here too.

- I've never let you down, have I?

- There's a first time for everything.

I sure hope this isn't it.

(soft music)

- Well, you seemed to get along well with Joe. That's good, right?

- Nope. Barbara makes all the decisions in that family.

Cash, we've got to get you gala ready.

You gotta memorize who's who, figure out your talking points.

- Come on, you can't be serious. - No, I am, I am.

Listen, you can't rest on that last name of yours.

I have a feeling it's... it's gonna work against you this time.

(soft music)

- Hey!

You want a ride? - I'm fine walking.

- Is this about your bruised ego?

- What this is about is me working my butt off for this family

for an entire year, and where were you?

- You don't think I've done anything for this family?

- I didn't say that. But what I will say

is I don't think you've earned this.

And neither do any of the guys.

(sighing)

- Well, you want to drink champagne and gossip? Be my guest.

- Okay, all right. Look...

People want to sponsor a rider

who can give interviews and look put together when he's doing it.

- She's right.

Making an impression is almost as important as riding.

- Who's side are you on now? - Yours!

- Look, you're not gonna want to hear this,

but there's gonna be dancing at this gala.

- I know how to dance. - Yeah, I think she means a little bit more

than a dancehall two-step. - Honey, I love you,

but please, for this, I need you to be more...

- Like Austin.

- No. Polished. I was gonna say polished.

(sighs) - Okay, um...

I'm gonna do what it takes to get that barn ready,

but Missy has to trick ride for Frontier tomorrow,

and you're gonna stick her with giving me charm lessons? Come on!

- I'm happy to do it. I will do it.

I will spiff you up faster than that barn out there.

- I'm gonna get some air.

(door closes)

- You know, I tried to talk to Valeria.

- Mm? - She gives up nothing.

And Cash won't even hear me out.

Thinks I'm just being petty...

- This must be great for that new work partnership.

(chuckles) - It's actually not bad for productivity.

We just keep one-upping each other

and see who can spiff up the barn the fastest.

- So, BRL Gala, huh?

Sounds swanky.

- Look, it's a really tight guest list--

- Tuff, hey, I'm not looking for an invite.

I just bet you'll look cute in that good cowboy hat.

(chuckles)

Have you ever brought a guy around?

- I mean...

I've been out since I was 17...

- Aw... Here I was thinking I was so special.

- You aren't?

(scoffs)

(chuckles)

(insects chirping)

(distant horse neighing)

- Hey. - Hey.

- Hope I'm not overwhelming you with all this gala prep.

- So are you gonna tell me what's really going on with you and Barbara?

- Oh, nothing.

Um, we were best friends,

but then things got kind of hard for both of us,

and we drifted apart, that's all.

- Yeah, it kind of seems like there's a little bit more to it than that.

- Well, she... (chuckles)

I mean, she has her husband and her fabulous kids...

Maybe she was afraid she might catch my misfortune.

- What? No. Isabel, that's not...

That's crazy. - Maybe.

Maybe not.

Watch out for superstition.

It's a powerful thing.

(soft music)

(light music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Missy!

- Hey, Missy. - Hi.

- How's the barn coming? - Oh, you'd be surprised.

- No, not me. Isabel McMurray could talk the tarnish out of silver.

- It'll be beautiful.

- Well, a little more rustic than other years.

And here I went and bought this dress from New York

when I could've just got one at that little dress store you like, Missy.

- I'm sure you'll look lovely, Janine.

- Gus and I will be curious to see how it turns out. He's my date.

- Janine and Hank were kind enough to invite me.

- Hmm.

Well, enjoy your coffees.

- Missy...

I hope me going to this gala doesn't make anyone uncomfortable.

- Of course not. You should come.

- I'll see you there.

(sighs)

(grunting)

(horse neighing)

(hooves clopping)

- Hey.

I saw your side-by-side out here. What're you doing?

- Just paying my dues. Ha... (chuckling)

Barn's almost finished, so I figured

I'd come out here and get this going for the sheep.

- Let a ranch hand help you.

(laughing) - Nope.

No, those are Tuff's guys, not mine.

- Okay, so, you're doing all this by yourself?

- Mm-hmm.

Anything to prove I can get the job done.

- Well, maybe don't try so hard to get a job you've already got.

(chuckles) - Okay, you know what?

That is actually really bad advice.

- Yeah...

Well, I can't win, can I?

- I don't know!

You've got a whole family working hard to make that happen for you.

Looks like you're winning to me.

(upbeat music)

- Morning. - Good morning.

- You want to go over gala prep?

Now that the barn's basically ready, I, uh, I got time.

- You do understand what it took for me to get you that bull?

- I do.

- Okay.

- Hey. I told you, I'm all yours, so... - Mm-hmm.

- You know, spiff me up faster than that barn.

Talking points, who's who, what not to wear, what to wear.

(chuckling)

Just don't try to school me on dancing.

- Okay, God forbid. Why would I? - I know how to dance.

- Hey, what... Get your own...

- Oh, yeah.

- You know, your mother never said that she wanted you to be Austin.

- Yeah, she didn't have to.

- Well, he was...

He was different, not better.

- Then why am I studying up to be like him? Hmm?

- Rodeo Riders Weekly? What a textbook.

(chuckling)

- And those are new shoes.

You know, the worn-in ones will be easier to ride with.

- Yeah, but the old ones were just bad luck.

(sighing)

You know, Austin used to call me...

his good luck charm.

But then, when he really needed me, I...

You know, for weeks, months before, he was...

I don't know, moody.

And he'd get short with me, and then I'd get short with him,

and he was in such a bad head space, that I can't help but think

that maybe if I had just...

- What, that he...

wouldn't have died if you'd done something different?

- Maybe.

- Missy...

- He saw us. Right before.

We were just talking, but you saw the way that he looked at us,

like there was something going on between us, which is crazy, but...

But what if that's what he was thinking about when he got on that bull?

- Hey, is that why you think you can't ride, you...?

(phone chiming)

- Oh, it's Frontier. They're here.

- Hey, Missy. Listen to me.

You can do this trick blindfolded with a tornado chasing after you.

You got this.

Okay?

- Okay, okay. Okay. - Yeah.

- Here goes nothing.

(soft music)

- Missy,

so thrilled to be out here with you.

- Couldn't have picked a nicer day. - Right?

We're on a bit of a schedule,

so all we need, it's pretty simple, is a few turns around the pen,

then the Suicide Drag, and we're done!

- Uh, that sounds great, but I was actually thinking

it might be fun to do a tour of the ranch?

You could show everybody where Austin used to practice.

- That's a great idea. For another day.

All we need is the Suicide Drag. That's the showstopper!

- Uh, right. The thing is-- - Trust me, this is what I do.

Do you have somewhere we can get you ready?

- Sure, just this way.

- Go, Missy!

Let's see it!

Hmm...

(sighing)

Was that a warm-up? - No.

- I don't understand.

- The thing is...

trick riding is as mental as it is physical--

- Sweetie, I don't need a lesson, I need to be back in Denver by five o'clock.

This is the sort of thing that Frontier hired you to do,

so consider it a contractual obligation.

- No, see, this is what I do, and it's dangerous.

As in, if I'm not in the zone, I could die.

And I may not be a lawyer, but as far as I'm concerned,

dying for Frontier Jeans is not a contractual obligation.

- I didn't mean to pressure you. Obviously we don't want you to get hurt,

but this crew costs money and time...

- Well, you... you got me on horseback.

- True, but that's not what we came for.

I've seen JB let people go for far less.

(Missy sighs)

(cows bellowing)

(grunting)

- Hey! - Hey.

What are you doing here?

- Oh, just looking to get lost.

- Well, I'm all ears if you help me move this trough.

- I really think I messed up my Frontier gig.

I wasn't ready to do the Drag, so I didn't.

- Good for you.

(scoffs) - Thanks.

Are you doing this all by yourself?

- Yeah. I kind of have no choice.

- Look, I know we've all been hard on you,

but you don't have to prove anything.

- Says the kettle to the pot.

(chuckling)

What's with the shoes?

- I wore these the night that Austin died.

I don't know, I'm starting to think that they're... bad luck.

- Hmm.

(grunting)

(grunting)

- Begone, you old rotten shoes!

- Sayonara.

(laughing)

To new beginnings.

- To new beginnings.

(laughing)

(upbeat country music)

(indistinct chattering)

- All right, bolo tie, two o'clock.

- Okay. Kenny Bucknam, judges out of Twin Falls, Idaho.

Two kids, loves hunting and action movies,

judges based on substance, not style.

- Very good.

Now go talk to him about Rambo or something.

(chuckling) (man): Hey, come on over! We got some room.

- Mr. Sutton. Great to see you, sir.

And uh, Mr. Buckner.

- You were right.

I shouldn't have doubted you, Isabel.

This place shines like a new penny.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

You know, I would have invited you to last year's gala,

I just figured you wouldn't be interested.

- I wasn't. (chuckles)

But an invite would've been nice.

Look, Barbara, Cash's decision to ride is his own, it's not mine.

But I do support my son, no matter what.

(slow country music)

(indistinct chattering)

- So, Joe tells me that he's pretty much allergic to the dance floor,

but I hear that you cut quite a rug, Mrs. Sutton, is that true?

- It is.

- Well, uh, I think it would be a darn shame

to see all that talent go to waste.

Uh, care to show me your moves?

(laughing)

- Oh!

(soft music)

(sighing)

- Gus is here? - Yeah, as a plus-one.

- To Janine. (chuckling)

That girl is thirstier than a jackrabbit in the Mojave.

- Be nice.

- Should I... - Get us a drink.

- Yeah.

- Hi, Missy, you look... - Like you're having fun.

(inaudible conversation)

- Mm-hmm! - Ah.

- This place looks great.

You know, the last time I was here, I think it was your... wedding.

- I'm sure it was incredible.

- Mm-hmm. - You know, everyone said

this was going to be a total disaster,

but it's actually not half-bad.

You did this all in a day and a half? - Yeah, we did.

- Wow. Imagine what we could do to the main house with just a smidge of effort.

- "We"?

- You never know what the future holds, Missy.

- Save me a dance?

(chuckling)

(sighing)

(birds chirping)

(panting)

(sighing)

- All right.

(insects chirping)

(soft music)

(indistinct chattering)

- You fired yet?

- Any minute now.

What? They hired a trick rider who can't do a trick.

- You know, growing up with Austin,

he was always the Golden Boy. I was the screw-up.

- That's not true. - Yeah, it is.

The thing is, I wasn't always.

But the more I believed in what people were saying about me, the more I messed up.

I still do.

- So what you're saying is don't believe everything people say?

- Hmm, yes.

You start to get in your head about it.

You start to feel responsible for all the bad things that happen.

Sometimes bad things just happen, Missy.

It's no one's fault.

Oh, oh, geez! - Oh!

- Oh, I'm so sorry. Hey, everyone okay?

(music stops)

- Well, I told you these McMurrays were cursed.

- Yeah, in and out of the saddle.

- I'm sorry, did you just say we're cursed?

- It was just a joke, son.

- No, no, it didn't sound like a joke.

Why do you think we're cursed?

What, because we've suffered so much loss?

Because we struggle to keep this place we love beneath our feet? Why, man?

No, the only curse we're suffering, far as I can tell,

is allowing ourselves to be judged by people like you.

I may not be my brother,

but I am part of this community.

Rodeo is about family.

We support each other, we forgive past wrongs.

So if you're searching for a word to describe the McMurrays, I'd go with "lucky".

(murmuring)

- Isabel?

Are you going to say something?

- No. I... I think Cash has said it all.

(sighing)

(indistinct chattering)

(sighing)

Oh, you're still here.

- Well, yeah.

That was one of the most exciting galas we've ever had!

- Yeah. (chuckling)

Maybe I should become a party planner.

(laughing)

- Cash was pretty impressive.

- Yeah. We both got lucky with our kids.

- I miss our friendship, Isabel.

- I'm surprised to hear you say that.

I thought maybe you moved on to friends who are...

happier... - No...

- More together.

- No, no. To be honest, I just think...

It scared me...

your pain.

I didn't know how to be around you. - Yeah, right.

I-I don't know how to be around myself sometimes.

(laughing)

- I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.

I don't know how much help I can be with the BRL...

- Well... - After tonight, but...

I'm here.

- Thank you.

I've missed you. - I've missed you too.

(insects chirping, animal howling)

(sighing)

- So, that happened.

- You know, I was trying so hard to show these people

that I had it together after all we've been through.

- Yeah. I think it worked like a charm.

- You know, I...

I put all that pressure on you.

It wasn't fair.

- Without the BRL...

Without them in my corner, I mean--

- You know, Cash,

you think I've been pushing you to be more like Austin,

but the truth is, you are just like your daddy.

And he knew exactly who he was.

He couldn't pretend to be otherwise.

(chuckling) And I...

I think that's what I loved most about him.

He was always true to himself.

And it did not stop him from becoming a champion.

Don't stay up too late. - Yep.

- Well, that was something.

- Yeah. Where's your date?

- Shh. - Gus...

Come on. That's not very gentlemanly.

- She's... just not my type.

(chuckles)

- Hey, uh... you see that cluster of stars right there?

They're called The Pleiades. You see how it's kind of faded?

- Uh, I think so.

- That means that the wool is going to be extra thick

come shearing time next spring.

- Wow.

We really are so connected to everything in the Universe--

You're messing with me. - Yeah. Well, when the target's this easy.

(laughing)

- See? Maybe all you needed was a little company to make fun of.

- I was supposed to do a trick ride today.

Frontier sent this whole camera crew and...

I just couldn't do it.

Really, I guess, we should be making fun of me.

- I've always believed that if you aren't ready for something,

no matter what it was, you can't force it.

- I really do want to ride again.

It just seems unfair

that some people won't ever get to. Ever again.

- You know, from everything I've heard,

sounds as if Austin was the kind of guy who would have wanted you to carry on.

Do the things you love.

I am so sorry. You must be freezing.

- Oh, thank you.

- All right.

♪ What's left to say ♪

♪ What's left to do ♪♪

(vehicle approaching)

- No, so sorry. There's a strict dress code here.

- Oh! Oh, really? - Yeah.

- It's not two days of caked-on dirt?

(laughing)

- All right, I'll let it slide just this once. But I got my eye on you.

- Scooch over. - Okay.

(grunts)

(sighs)

- I hate to say it, but uh, I should've taken your advice.

- What advice was that?

- That I don't have to work so hard for a job I already got.

- Ah. Yeah.

So my bad advice.

- Mm-hmm, yeah.

(sigh)

I am sorry I missed it, though.

- You should be. Um, I basically got the entire BRL to, uh... disown me.

- Oh, I did know that making enemies was part of spiffing you up.

(laughing) - Yeah, it is. It is. Uh...

But it was quite epic, you know.

Although so was my waltz with Babs.

(laughing) - No, you did not waltz with her!

- Yeah, I did. - Really?

- Okay, I gotta see these moves.

Come on, cowboy, let's go. Come on.

Let me see what you got. (Cash clears throat)

All right. You gotta feel it a little bit.

- Uh-huh! (upbeat music)

- One of those? - I see you.

- Yeah, whatcha got? - I see you! Okay!

- Okay, what do you got? - Uh, and uh! And uh! And uh!

- Oh yeah? Oh, nice spin, I see that spin.

- Bah, bah! Bah, bah! Bah!

- Valeria? You in here? (horse grunting)

Look, I wanted to apologi--

Chantico.

What happened here?

(tense music)

(laughing)

(Cash humming) - Ooh!

- And around, and up like this!

(laughing) You gotta spin. You gotta get here.

There it is! Nice!

- Oh my goodness. - I'm getting dizzy.

(laughing)

(birds chirping)

(cows bellowing)

(bright music)

♪ Saw a little dreamer, yellow rubber boots ♪

♪ You can't fake a smile like that ♪

♪ She hasn't learned how to ♪

♪ Looking at the world like a big old canvas ♪

♪ Spinning full of magic ♪

♪ Little more color, a little less damage ♪

♪ I miss my imagination ♪

♪ I wonder how it faded ♪ - Okay.

♪ I wanna worry a little less, love a little more ♪

♪ Barefoot in a dress, dancing on the floor ♪

Woo-hoo!

♪ Try to be like all the others ♪

Woo! Yes!

♪ Dreams and wild hair ♪

♪ Yeah I know, she's still in there somewhere ♪

♪ The girl who didn't care ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I wanna worry a little less, love a little more ♪

♪ Barefoot in a dress, dancing on the floor ♪

♪ Like I did back when, when I was younger ♪

♪ Making up the songs, playing in my head ♪

♪ Didn't matter what anybody said ♪♪