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(narrator): Previously on Ride.

- You do what you did here today, Cheyenne, five months from now,

you and I are gonna be doing business together.

- I'd like to see you again, if you're okay with that.

- What then, Gus, huh? You gonna kick us all to the curb?

- All I got's my word. I won't stay where I'm not welcome,

so, thank you for dinner.

- Why won't you be honest with us? Or at least level with me.

- I gotta see these dance moves, cowboy. Let's go.

- Let's make you a champion.

- I'm ready as ever, Coach.

- I was in debt to Tucker Clarke.

It's why I had to leave the way that I did.

- Everything's out in the open now.

(serene music)

- Red sky at night, sailor delight.

- Red sky at morning, sailors take warning.

- Mm-hmm.

- The light rain has stopped and the Doppler says clear skies.

- Um-mm. Dopplers can be wrong.

- We've got just a hundred bales to get in.

- Yeah, we can't afford to lose a single one.

- I got it. We got it.

Val's pulling in the tractor now.

I offered my help.

- Look, I would be mad as hell too.

- Four IDs, four states, four different names--

- Which you never should have seen.

Look, you need to repair this.

Apologies unspoken, keep things broken.

(chuckling)

- Is that more of your sailor wisdom?

- That is pure Isabel McMurray.

You know, we're really tough. Do it soon.

(mellow music)

- As honoured as I am to be your plus-one, what's the plan?

- Uh, well, we get you talking to JB face to face.

- And then?

- It's just about reminding him, you know, who you are.

- You want me to send my resume as well? JB knows who I am.

- Hence, the reminding part of the plan.

We just want to keep him excited for Cheyenne.

This is a good opportunity and you could use the face time.

- You could have been my face time.

I could've stayed back, helped with the baling.

- Oh, Tuff and Valeria got it covered.

- You know I'm no good at this stuff, right?

- It's just a casual barbecue, there's nothing to be good at.

- Yeah, well, feels like a barbecue in here.

(mellow country music)

(sighing)

- Hey, Val?

(exhaling deeply)

Can I say something?

- No one's stopping you.

- Look, I'm sorry but I--

- Sorry with a but, ain't a sorry.

- Then, how's the oil doing? - It's fine.

- Last time I checked, it was running low.

- Tuff. (door closing)

- I was just trying to...

(tense music)

I am just trying to apologize.

- What did you expect?

I got work to do.

- Maybe you should have invited your picnic buddy.

- I invited him to your mom's harvest dinner.

There's always plenty of food

and he doesn't have any family in town, so.

What?

- Hudson Cooper's headed to a barbecue. It's on his story.

- Well, it can't be at JB's

because he's with Angler Jeans, so, it's fine.

- Yeah, what if he switched to Frontier?

I mean, there goes our chance at a sponsorship

and we're driving three hours to a barbecue for nothing.

- Hey, Hudson is good,

but he lost to Austin every single rodeo.

And you can maintain that track record, okay?

We got nothing to worry about.

- Hey, you need some help with dinner?

- Nah. You got enough on your plate

without having to deal with the annual harvest dinner.

Keeping it simple this year. Just ribs and coleslaw.

- Well, I love ribs and coleslaw.

- Yeah, well... Tell Tuff that

when he's looking for my twice-baked potatoes.

- Tuff. - The Doppler's shifted.

- Wait, what? - Rain is coming.

And it's coming fast. It's gonna hit us hard and it's here tonight.

We can get at least half the bales in by then.

- We need more than half.

- I've got Nic, Steve and the boys.

We could ask Cash and Missy.

- You know, they're probably at JB's already.

- Yeah, but we don't need more manpower,

we need another tractor. - What about Tiny Dancer?

(sighing) - She's junk.

- We haven't used her in ten years.

- All right, look. We have a field full of hay

that is about to be destroyed by rain

and we cannot afford to lose a single piece of it.

- We'll give it a shot.

- Yeah, well, some things are just beyond repair.

- Stop jumping to conclusions.

They're probably hundreds of barbecues happening

all across Colorado right now.

- Oh, less now that rain's expected over half the state.

- In Canyon? - Mm-hmm.

- Okay, well, by the time we would even get home, they'll probably be done.

We are more help here trying to secure you a sponsorship.

- Secure. Yeah, wasn't even invited.

Hudson. Hudson's probably the reason.

- Would you stop, please. And you were invited.

- Yeah, by you. Now I'm being dragged along.

- Austin. Your ride's in Reno...

(chuckling) You make it looks so easy.

- Well, you know, I wish it were.

Oh, now I've been cravin' JB's burgers all year.

So when are you gonna give me the recipe, huh?

- Like I'd give it away for free if I knew.

- Well, a man's gotta try, don't he?

Hey, you met my wife, haven't you?

- Of course, it's Melissa, right?

- Ah, no, Missy. - But it's short for Melissa?

- No. (chuckling)

- We'll see you out there, Suzy Q.

Enjoy.

Missy... I have a bone to pick with you.

- I know, I know. I know, the promo.

- It was a success. - Oh.

- You're such an "it girl". People are ecstatic

just to see you canter around a ring.

But... you owe me a trick ride.

- Hi.

- Oh, sorry. Uh, Susan, you remember Cash?

- Of course I remember you, Cash McMurray. It's been years.

- Yeah. It's some barbecue.

- I have to tell you, both of you,

how much we miss Austin.

- Thank you, Susan. - Of course.

- It's gonna be great.

- Hello, hello. - Hey.

I hope you brought me my whipped cream.

- It's not my first rodeo. (chuckling)

Okay. Where we at? - Well, I got the first bowl

of coleslaw going in the fridge

and ribs are over there marinating.

- Twice-baked potatoes? Macaroni salad?

- Nope. - Baked beans?

- Nah. Rain's coming. Don't have time for sides.

- Okay. Well, can I help? Carrot souffle is my specialty.

- Go with a simpler menu, okay? There you go. Thanks.

- Okay. - Just throw those on the table.

- Better for my waistline. (chuckling)

You know, Isabel, it could be stone soup...

As long as you're cooking, it'll be five-star.

- You and that Cheshire grin.

Hank Hickson, what are you up to?

- Oh, I got news. - Oh, yeah?

- Isabel, after all these years, I've finally found it.

The perfect location for Canyon Colorado's

World Class Rodeo Stadium.

(scoffing) - You still chasing that dream?

(chuckling) - Land's already been surveyed,

blueprints are drawn. - Yeah, you know what else

it takes to build something like that?

- Yup. Investors. - Right.

- Belle, rodeo is bigger than it's ever been.

I mean the way the world is today,

people need a sense of belonging.

They need to belong to a community

that celebrates real life.

- Mm? That's your whole pitch?

- People need hope.

- Okay. This is gonna be a bad storm.

I can feel it in my bones.

- Well, the guest list is smaller than I thought.

- I told you. Super cash.

- Hey, there is our rival bull rider at twelve o'clock.

- Oh, my. - I knew it!

I told you he was gonna be at this barbecue.

(exhaling deeply) (indistinct chattering)

Hudson.

- I didn't expect to see you.

So soon after the Rocky Mountain Rodeo.

- Yeah, same here.

- Yeah, is Angler okay with you being here?

- Oh, totally fine 'cause I'm not with them anymore.

- Oh. - Wow.

- Yeah. Ultimately just wasn't a good fit. Their jeans either.

- Ha. - Have to admit,

I almost regretted walking for a moment, but then JB called and...

- Wait, he called you? - Last-minute invite.

But hey, clearly I'm not the only one he called.

- That's right.

- Hopefully, there's room in the budget for both of us.

I'm gonna go grab something to eat. Good to see you.

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.

- Goodbye. He gets a phone call. JB doesn't even know I'm here.

(sighing) - You are just getting back

on the circuit. - Hudson's a hell of a rider.

- So are you. - I'm here as a plus-one.

- Okay, okay, look. Yes, Hudson is hot on the circuit right now,

but you are the hero that rodeo was made for.

You've got resilience, humility--

- Humility? Wow--

- Now that was a bit of a stretch.

But resilience is the name of Frontier's new men's line, so.

- This whole brand ambassador thing.

(clicks tongue) Really working out for ya.

- Yeah. For both of us. 'Kay?

We're not gonna give up without a fight.

Now come one, I see JB.

- This is my life.

- Mr. Wooten. - Missy.

- Your backyard gets more and more beautiful every year.

What, do you have Mother Nature in your pocket or something?

- That's the only employee giving me grief.

And she's still winning the hearts of our customers.

- Yes, well, to make up for it, I brought you a gift.

- Yes, I can see that. Nice surprise to see you here, Cash.

- Just doing what my coach here says.

- Well, you're a lucky guy. - Yeah. No, I know.

But I intend to impress you at Cheyenne.

- Hmm? - Ah, remember you said that

we'd be in business if-- - Well, there he is.

- These burgers are so good,

I might just agree to get paid with them.

- Well, that can be arranged. - Well, you already signed then?

Welcome to the family.

- Missy actually just signed with Frontier as well.

- Well, I'm just a brand ambassador.

- There's nothing "just" about it.

It's not official until it's official.

Still, wouldn't hurt to talk some strategy.

- I've got plenty of ideas, Sir. - Well, it's good to hear.

You wouldn't mind... - Of course.

- Yep. (exhaling deeply)

- Just save it. - Oh, my God.

- Okay. Can you try it now?

(engine sputtering)

- Doesn't sound so good.

- Val's tried everything. - Thanks a lot.

- It was a compliment.

- You don't trust me with anything.

- Don't put words in my mouth. - All right, enough.

Just tell me, can you fix it? - Of course.

- No.

Not without new fuel filters.

- All right, you call every mechanic you know,

and you, we're gonna need to use your truck.

- I can make calls too. - No. I'll make the calls,

you get your truck. - My truck's not gonna make

a dent in anything. - Yes it--

- Listen, hey, hey. Stop bickering.

Figure out a way to work together and get this done,

or otherwise we're gonna be hit with a $20,000 bill we can't afford.

(tense music)

(sighing)

(tractor chugging)

- Yeah, that's it. Just a bit further now. Come on.

We caught a real break with the sun for a few hours, huh?

- Yeah, we sure did. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Tuff. - All right, beauty.

- I'm here to help, guys. - In that little thing?

- Two bales is better than nothing.

- Yeah, you know what hay costs now?

- Exactly. Every bale we save

is one that we don't have to pay for come winter.

And Val's still working on Tiny Dancer.

- There's a lost cause.

- Yeah, I'm gonna go see if Val needs some help.

(country guitar music)

- Your memory is getting alarmingly short, Belle.

- Sometimes, I wish it was shorter.

- You know, this stadium, it wasn't just mine

and Dusty's dream, you know?

- Hank, don't drag me into this. Just don't.

- Oh, I seem to remember the Rodeo Roundup Gift Shop,

'cause everybody's gonna want a keychain or a shot glass or a stuffed animal.

Belle, it was a good idea then, it's a good idea now.

- Look, Hank, you want to do this, you do this. But I...

I don't have it in me to talk about some old dream

that celebrates a sport that has given me nothing but grief.

- Hi. - Mm.

- Hey, when I heard, I came as fast as I could.

- You called him?

- Is that the one you're looking for?

- Yeah. Those are the ones. You're a godsend.

You wanna get them to Val so she can get them in that old girl.

Thank you, thank you. - What did you bring?

- Tracked down a couple of fuel filters.

- Those filters... those, my dream.

(exhaling sharply)

- Okay, well, I don't want to hover so...

Is there anything else I can do? - Uh, sure, sure.

Why don't you dig in the barn,

see if there's any more tarps. Thanks, okay.

And, Hank...

Why don't you go check on the ribs?

- Will do. - Thanks, okay.

Uh, how's it going?

(engine sputtering)

(groaning)

- Oh, come on! Ugh!

Well, forget curveballs, life just kicked us in the gut.

I don't get it, they're primed, it should work.

- Well, you think it could be something else?

- The pump? That would set us back about four grand.

- Oh, God. (exhaling deeply)

- Hey. How can I help?

- Dude, I wish I knew.

- Let's get out of here. Okay?

We'll go home where we're needed.

- No. We're not gonna be any use at home,

other than moral support. Come on.

What did you tell me about trick riding, huh?

If it was easy, then everybody-- - Missy.

I really don't need a pep talk right now.

JB's got his golden boy.

- It's not over until the ink is dry, okay?

Hudson has been out there on the circuit proving himself

and you just need a shot to do the same.

So come on, let's go and take it.

(sighing)

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey there.

- You're a little early for dinner.

- Even I know rain's not good for hay. Can I help?

- Not unless you can lift a one tonne bale of hay without a tractor.

- What about that old 2470 by the tool shop?

- That was my dad's. Now an expensive lawn ornament.

- It needs a new fuel pump and there ain't one for 100 miles from here.

- Mind if I take a look at it?

I might be able to help turn it over.

(scoffing) - With what,

a thousand-dollar bill? - Sure.

We need all the help we can get.

(sighing)

(upbeat country music)

- When I was in Dayton, it was raining cats and dogs.

But I still went out there. - Oh, I remember that.

You were riding Bubba. He's a spinner.

- You saw me ride, huh? - Yeah, of course.

But you know, with a bull like Bubba,

you probably wanna transfer your weight inside the spin.

(chuckling)

- I made it to the whistle, didn't I?

- Yeah, but you sacrificed points

because you were workin' so hard.

Same thing happened to you in Tucson.

- What'd I do in Tucson?

- Yeah, that one was a bit more of a hip issue.

Actually, you know what? I need a drink. Walk with me.

(indistinct chatter)

- I think that one might need to be flipped.

- Thank you.

- So, uh... You a one flip per patty kinda griller or... ?

- Is that a trick question?

Every purist knows it's one flip per patty.

- Oh, but I'm not a purist. - No?

- I'm a 15 seconds per flip.

- You flip 'em every 15 seconds? - Yup.

- Well, you know what that tells me?

It tells me you're a nervous flipper.

Bad sign for a bull rider, Son.

- You know, as a marine, when we weren't running

combat operations outside the wire,

we had a little spare time.

Got to test some theories. It turns out multiple flips

meant less grill time by about two minutes.

- Really?

- I need a drink.

- So, it was my left or my right hip?

Missy?

(tense music)

Missy?

Missy?

- Uh, I'm sorry, I can't remember.

Um, you should watch your tapes.

(indistinct chatter)

Excuse me.

Mary. I love your writing in Rodeo Riders Weekly.

Missy McMurray.

- Of course.

- Susan. - Missy.

- You know, when Granddaddy started Rodeo Riders Weekly,

all those years ago, I just know he was thinking

of people like your daddy and Austin.

That boy was a charmer. - Hmm.

Yeah, well, Cash may be a little rough around the edges,

but he's the real deal.

- Knows his way around a grill too.

- Well, you just gave me the name of my autobiography.

Rough and Real Cash McMurray: Guide to Grillin'.

- Or the name of a Rodeo Riders article.

Cash is also a really good human interest story.

You know, back from the marines,

getting back to his bull riding roots.

- I'm just a regular guy on a bull.

- Yeah, but, Bullet is not your typical bull.

- You're training on Bullet?

- I hope, though sometimes, it feels like he's training me,

but... Yeah, we're finding ways of communicating.

- What's to communicate? It's man versus beast.

- Yeah, I think it's a little more complicated than that.

- It's true. So tell me, how do you beat the enemy?

- That bull is not my enemy. He's...

He's more like a dance partner.

- I like that, Cash.

Now that's an article.

- If that article has a photo,

you know what brand of jeans he's gonna be wearing.

(chuckling)

You know, you don't just have a coach over here.

You got yourself a P.R. manager. I mean, that article...

- I know. I'm as surprised as you were.

- I'm not. I mean, Dusty and Austin were legends.

You know, what's in them is in you too.

- I've been working real hard for Cheyenne.

- Yeah, it's just that's a while off, isn't it?

We do have some decisions to make.

- Ah, well, we could compete sooner.

- Yeah? Could you be ready for Denver?

- Well, that's in a week. - Yeah.

- Yeah? - Of course, yeah.

- All right then.

I'll see you there. - Mm-hmm.

- You too, coach.

- Are you insane?

- You said not to give up without a fight.

- He just upped our timeline by four months.

- Yeah. Now, I'm back in the running.

(sighs)

(horn honking)

(grunting)

- Okay. Huh, all right. That should work.

- So, I figured we could save some of the bales if we tarp them.

- We don't have enough tarps for this.

Our man power is better used hauling in.

Now let's go, Nic.

- No, Nic, I need your help here.

- 'Kay, hold on, who's in charge here?

(both): I am.

- There can only be one boss.

Ya'll gotta decide.

Till then, let me know.

I'm gonna go see how Gus is doing.

(sighing)

- Val, we're wasting precious seconds here.

- Then stop fighting me and start listening to me for once.

Why can't you just trust me? - I'm sorry. Okay?

How many times do I have to say it?

- You went through my things, Tuff!

You didn't even try to talk to me first.

- I did. Like a hundred times,

but you were never gonna listen to me.

I was never gonna get through to you.

And you know how I know?

Because we used to be best friends.

Unless you've forgotten.

'Cause I haven't.

I never did.

And when I needed you the most, you weren't there.

I went looking for you.

You had no friends to call or no family to track you down.

My best friend was gone overnight.

And all that trust was broken.

(scoffing)

- Fourteen.

At this rate, half our horse hay'll be soaking wet tomorrow.

- Whatever you do salvage, it'll be high-quality stuff.

Unlike those fuel filters, I brought you earlier.

- Hey, look, it was worth a shot.

- Well...

So, uh, what's your secret?

- What?

- What's your secret...

with the fertilizer?

(chuckling)

- Ah, well, I'm not telling you.

But let's just say it involves eggshells.

- Eggshells? - Yes, eggshells.

- And maybe some coffee grounds? - I'm not saying.

I am not saying. - I was gonna say--

- Cody, you wanna give us a minute?

- What is it, Hank? What do you need?

- Now look...

I know that you keep saying that rodeo's givin' you nothing,

nothing but grief. - Oh, come on.

- But Dusty would have been proud to know that his pages

and pages of notes are gonna come to fruition.

- You have Dusty's notes? - Yep.

He drew up some plans for a water park too,

but that's more phase-two thinking.

- You know, when Dusty passed, everything that was his,

became mine. Awards, memorabilia...

- It was the legacy. - Uh-huh.

I want those notes.

(exhaling slowly)

(horn honking)

- Now, I'm not talking about a paddock and a couple of out buildings here.

- Nic, you wanna hand me that wrench.

- No, no, no. I'm talking about a world-class stadium

that'll draw people in their thick wallets,

from across the country. Maybe even from around the world.

- It's a great idea. - Yeah, I can't believe Canyon

doesn't have one yet. - Well, it will.

I got the land, I got the designs.

- Uh, do you see a rag around here?

- Yeah.

- Thanks. I'd love to look at them one day. The design.

- Well, great. And I'll do it up with a proper pitch.

Now listen, this whole project, it's got a hefty price tag.

But with you as a partner, I don't really see that as a problem.

- Oh, no, Hank. If you're looking for an investment,

you're barking at the wrong Booker.

You wanna talk to my father.

- Well, you haven't even heard the best part yet.

This stadium, it's gonna feature the best riders in the country,

the McMurray men. Now you just picture Dusty and Austin's hats,

boots and buckles on display. The McMurray Museum.

- Brought you guys some caffeine.

- Isabel, you read my mind. - Aw, thank you.

- Now, you don't need any.

Cody's gone to get some more tarps,

but we could really use this.

Come on, old girl. Why won't you run for us

like you did for Dusty, huh?

Here you go.

All right. Hank.

- Hmm?

- One of your pies is off.

- Still not getting the hang out of this.

(grunting)

- You know why I'm just having coleslaw and ribs?

- The rain? - Because I am pinching

every penny while you're running around pinching

"pie in the sky" ideas.

- Wait a minute, is there something wrong with my pies?

- Hank. It's my ranch. You're using my name.

- I am trying to help.

- With what? With what, a McMurray Museum?

- Dusty wanted this. You wanted it too at some point.

- Yeah, but look. Yes, yes! And that was when I had Dusty

by my side and I was living a completely different reality.

And while you have been able to go on and have your big dreams,

I have had to wake up every single day

and worry about how I'm gonna hold onto this ranch

and keep workers happy with cabbage.

That's what coleslaw is, it's cheap old cabbage.

- Well, how long do you want to keep counting pennies, Isabel?

- I just don't want to talk about this.

- Worrying about the rain. This could save you from all that one day.

Isabel, you got all that memorabilia sittin' up in the attic rotting,

when it could be put to good use.

- Not all of it.

Not all of it.

- You... don't even like to have it out there.

- Here's to upping your training

from morning till night for the next week.

- Cheers.

(laughing)

Missy, uh-- - You should also make sure

that Nic is available when Tuff is not.

- Thank you. Seriously.

- Yeah well, thank you too.

Would've been hard being here without you.

You know, everyone at these things

always just knows me as Austin McMurray's widow.

- Not everyone. - Pardon me.

- Hi, uh, I am Cash, this is--

- Missy McMurray. I'm a big fan of your husband's.

"Was", I mean.

- Oh, um, thank you.

- So, when did you two, you know, start?

- Start?

(stammering) - No.

- Oh. No, no. I'm his coach.

- She's my brother... I'm her brother-in-law.

- I just thought, you know, seeing you two together.

- Nope. - No.

- Hmm. Good to know.

(indistinct chatter)

- Well, that was weird.

(tense music)

Hey.

You okay?

- Uh. I'm just gonna go to the washroom.

- Uh, excuse me. Um, how did you know my husband?

- Everyone knew Austin McMurray.

- I know it's just that you seemed really upset

when you saw me with Cash. - Oh no.

- Not that we're together, it's just...

- I guess I can't imagine getting over

someone like Austin and just... moving on.

- I remember you.

- I shouldn't have said anything.

- No, no. Please, wait. How did you know him?

Because if you have something to tell me--

- There's nothing, I... I don't.

You don't want to know.

- Hey. So, I was chatting up this guy who works

for the Rodeo Riders Association.

Ah, turns out the woman, her name is Polly Kerns,

works for him too.

Now she's in the biz, but I don't know,

maybe lackin' some social cues.

Even more than me.

(scoffing)

You all right?

- No, um...

No, I need to leave.

- Okay. All right, let's go.

- All right, try it now.

Come on. (engine starting)

(laughing)

- You did it! - We did it!

- Ah, no way! How?

- Filters weren't priming properly,

I figured there might be air in the lines,

so I cracked it and bled it out.

- Teamwork makes the dream work.

- I pumped up the filters,

how did you figure out that was the problem?

- My granddad. He started Booker Oil and made it clear,

no free rides, everybody learns from the ground up.

Spent three summers working in the mechanic shop.

- Let's quit chatting, let's get this bale wagon loaded up.

- Well, I guess you're not just a bank account with a pretty face.

- Is that a compliment? - Hey.

I will fight you tooth and nail to stop you

from investing in this ranch.

The least I can do is hand you a beer when all this is done.

- Whoa.

- What are you doing? - Helping you.

I'll even let you boss me around.

(chuckling) - Okay. Get on the other side.

(upbeat country music)

(chuckling)

Feels good. Feels good.

- All right, boys, bring it this way. Come on in.

(indistinct chatter)

- Yeah. - Dude, we did it!

- All right.

- Doing great. - Okay.

- First for everything.

- Thank you, everybody. Really.

Couldn't have done it without you.

- Even Steve? - Yes.

- Ah, I think we could've done it without Steve, to be honest.

- Take it easy there, "Mr. two bales at a time".

- Hey. - Guys.

I'm gonna enjoy a drink or two.

Dinner will be ready shortly.

- I didn't want one anyway.

I'll go check on the ribs. Feed these hungry ranchers.

- Now you, you were a life saver.

- Thank you.

- And Cody, means a lot that you were here.

- Thank you, Ma'am. Anything you need, anytime.

- Well, here, cheers.

(indistinct chatter)

- Yeah, you know, I can tell how much this land means to you.

How much you're... you're a part of it.

- Just don't know how much I want to put my husband and son

on display to make a buck.

- Like the McMurray Rodeo Museum?

(scoffing) - Just the sound of it

makes my skin crawl.

- They're part of this land too.

The McMurray men, I mean...

They gave it their all.

- Literally.

- I didn't mean it that way.

- I know.

- Just let them... let them help you save this place.

- How'd we do?

- Tiny Dancer had a busy day. She got every last bale.

- Thanks.

I can't believe I almost lost half our crop

because I couldn't trust Gus.

- You didn't trust the trust fund kid?

(sighing) It's understandable.

- Yeah, I know, it's just... I didn't even give him a chance.

(rain pattering)

You know, the first step to trusting someone

is getting to know them.

- Good thing is, you know everything there is to know about me.

- You tend to overshare.

(chuckling)

I wasn't talking about me knowing you.

- Oh?

- I tend to keep things buried.

Just didn't know how deep.

- Val. If you were gonna let me in,

you would have done it years ago. It's fine.

We don't need to be best friends, we can--

- My mom died when I was 16 and a big part of me died with her.

(somber music)

I didn't know what to do with all that pain,

so I just started running from it.

I've been running ever since.

- That's why you never talked about your family.

- And when I got to this ranch, I found a new one...

...that was happy.

And I just went and messed it all up and hurt everyone.

- Hey. One thing that's true

of all families is we hurt each other.

But we fight to help each other too.

I'm sorry about your mom.

What about Dad? Was he...

- Just uh, one story at a time.

- Come on. Let's go get some grub.

Or Steve will eat all the ribs.

(chuckling)

(thunder rumbling)

- Hey. Missy, what happened back there?

Is it about that woman Polly?

Who cares if some random woman thinks that we were on a date.

- I don't think she was random.

- What are you talking about?

- I think she and Austin...

I think maybe they...

I asked her in so many words if...

- She and Austin?

Oh, no, she's probably some little crazy fan messing with you.

- No, she's not some crazy fan. I remember her.

I saw her at events and stuff. I saw them talking, that's...

(sighing)

Did he cheat on me?

- No. - How do you know?

- I just know.

- So, you don't actually know anything?

(thunder crashing)

- No, but I've been gone a long time.

- But you guys stayed in touch. What did he say?

- Nothing, really. It just...

- Just what?

- It's just something was on his mind. But...

I never found out what.

- So, do you think it... it could be true?

Cash? - I... I don't know.

(somber music)

(rain pattering)

- Hi, you two. How was JB's big BBQ?

- Oh, I think JB is officially a fan.

Hey, where'd everyone go?

- Well, Nic, Steve and the rest of the guys,

they went into town for the evening.

- Uh, well, Cash certainly was a hit at the barbecue,

but I'm tired, so. - Oh, come on. Pull up a chair.

- There she is.

- Oh, what did you two do to him?

- Nothing. - Not a thing.

- Heard about the rain. Thought I could lend a hand,

what with you and Cash off at the party.

- Oh. Well, that's very gentlemanly of you.

- Did you? Lend a hand?

- Oh, Cash. - Are you kidding?

Gus saved the day.

- We had to beat the rain bringing in bales.

Remember that tractor, Tiny Dancer?

- Yeah, Lord rest her soul.

- Gus got elbow deep and he brought her back to life.

I've never seen anything like it.

- It was pure luck.

- Wow, we have a true hero among us.

Well, I wanna hear more about this tomorrow,

but I'm gonna head to bed.

- Okay, can I see you to your truck?

- No. You stay. I'll call you tomorrow.

- Missy, it's pouring out.

- Hey, Gus, Gus. She's tired man.

Hey, hey, Gus. Hey! Let her be.

- Cash, if Missy wants him to go, she'll tell him herself.

- Yeah, she already did. Uh, just, guess what,

heroes don't hear so well or what?

- Come on, man. Cool down. - You just got here.

How I ruffled your feathers already I don't know,

but I think it's time for me to leave.

- Now, there's something we agree on.

- Isabel, Tuff, Valeria, thanks for an eventful day.

- Gus, you haven't even had your pie.

- I'm gonna dream about your coleslaw for months.

- Thank you, Gus. Thank you for today.

What is going on with you? That was rude and uncalled for.

- It's been a day, okay?

(groaning) I'll go talk to him.

(sighing)

- Hey, Gus.

(sighing)

I appreciate you fixing the tractor,

but you can't fix everything around here,

you know that, right? - I can try.

- Why? We were getting along just fine on our own.

- Yeah, it didn't seem that way to me.

- You have no idea what it's like to be us, Gus.

You were handed everything since the day you were born.

- And that makes me a threat to you, why?

'Cause I can help your family, or because for some reason,

you don't like the fact that Missy and I are getting close?

- Nah, because you don't deserve her.

- I'll let her decide that.

- I see who you really are. I don't like ya.

- And I see you and you are broken.

And I see Missy holding your hand

through all the bull riding and the barbecues

because she's got a feeling for you, and it's pity.

And one day soon, she's gonna realize

she's getting tired of being your babysitter.

(grunting)

- Hey, Cash! No!

What are you doing?! What are you doing?!

Get out of here. Get out!

- I think this was the best harvest dinner yet.

- Days like these,

I'm reminded of harvest dinners with him like it was yesterday.

- I miss Dusty too.

- Yeah.

You and Dusty had this dream

and we had a lot of fun fantasizing about it.

But for it to work, we need to find an investor

who believes in the possibilities like we do.

- What's this, "we" stuff?

- I'm gonna be your partner, Hank.

(tender music)

- I knew I could bring you around.

- Look, I would sell my soul for this ranch.

Even if it means going into business with you.

(chuckling)

- Well, all right then.

(chuckling)

- I smacked it on the pillar. - It's gonna bruise.

Can you wiggle your fingers? - It's fine.

I promised JB I'd ride next week.

- Okay, well, I'm gonna get you some ice.

(groaning) - Ah, it was a good day, Val.

Why'd I go and mess it up? - Hey, you didn't.

It's just... There's been a lot going on.

- I'm never gonna be enough.

- For who?

(sighing)

Cash.

When I got back here,

you were the only one who didn't judge me.

You are more than good enough.

Come here.

(sighing)

(sniffling)

(somber music)

(breathing shakily)

(bull snorting)

- Did you cheat on me?

I would ask him, but I can't, and you know why?

Because of you.

Because you took him from me.

(sobbing) You and your stupid sport!

I hate you. I hate you.

And I hate you.

I hate you. And I miss you.

I just want to know why.

Why?

(sniffling)

(tense music)

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