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Previously on marshals...

Got eyes on a possible trigger man.

Whoever attempted the assassination

swept their tracks. Threat's still out there.

The mine will provide valuable jobs

broken rock desperately needs.

The casino wants the $20,000 you owe.

Pain in my shoulder is a symptom of cancer.

A spot's opened up in the D.C. office.

You're suspended from duty until further notice.

I would love to make east camp part of my operation.

You'll never be free till

you shed everything that's weighing you down.

And what would a deal look like?

Here to suspend me from my job, too?

Hey, look, part of my job is protecting miles from himself.

And the man can't get out of his own way.

Maybe you made the right choice.

How... how's he holding up?

Between Sabrina and the mine fight,

he's channeling his anger into broken rock.

Told you,

we're trading beers and burgers for fruits and veggies.

The only thing crueler than cancer is a cancer diet.

I got you an appointment in salt lake city

with the best oncologist in the region.

Now, I made a list of questions you're gonna need to ask.

- What's wrong? - The poking

and prodding and lying in machines, you know,

it just... Just gets a little lonely.

One is none.

Tell Maddie.

Having someone with you might

make the time go a little faster.

Not gonna guilt her into a relationship.

Well, hell, I'd go with you, but two of us on a road trip

doesn't exactly respect work boundaries.

Yeah, right.

I appreciate you swim-buddying me.

I just, I can't carry it alone.

I feel like I need the riot gear

any time you're near that jukebox.

Yeah, only Andrea could start a bar fight at noon.

- Does this work for you? - Okay.

I think our girl's gone native.

I'm glad you're embracing Montana

'cause I need you all in at work.

Now with miles down, everybody's got to step it up.

You can count on me.

How's the speech for the senators coming along?

Striking the perfect balance

between groveling and genuflecting.

Perhaps council member irons was right about me.

Kowtowing to our overlords.

Your pen will prove just as powerful

as our ancestors' lances and arrows

in driving the rare earth mine off our river.

Well, I may beat them with their own rules,

but nobody's gonna mistake me for dragging canoe.

What brings you here, miles?

Thought we'd go over what you want me to say

to the senate committee.

I see. No longer an asset to the cause.

A heroic U.S. marshal

from the reservation demands respect.

A suspended marshal demands scrutiny.

I know you'll make us proud, sir.

Hey. We leave tomorrow.

Why don't you ride with us to the airport?

Maybe the chairman will have a change of heart.

I can't feel my fingers.

It's god's way of telling you to work harder.

Or god's way of telling me this is what ranch hands are for.

- Hey. - Hey.

I brought you a gift, Tate.

Reeled in many a trophy catch with it.

A bamboo rod?

Thank you.

What we call a deal sweetener.

I'm gonna go rig this.

This is Jeb, our ranch foreman.

Beautiful land.

Thank you.

Mr. Weaver thinks he can run a thousand pairs through here.

That size herd will put a lot of pressure on the soil.

More land, more cows, more profit.

Mind if I look around?

Go ahead.

Thank you.

Formal offer. I think

you will find it to be extremely generous.

I know you don't like to be pushed,

but with all the money dad's raised, he's eager to close.

Expand or die.

My family's had this land for almost 150 years.

Lot of blood and pain and heartache came with it.

All you've been through here,

offer like this will turn your fortunes around.

Clearing out the ashes of a fire that killed my friend.

Standing in the shadow of a house where my wife died.

There's definitely been a dark cloud over east camp.

But come spring, grass will grow,

calves will start hitting the ground,

this ranch will be full of life again.

What are you saying?

My life's been defined by losing the things I love.

And east camp's one thing I can hold on to.

Can't say that I'm not disappointed, kayce.

But if this is what you want, I'm happy for you.

Jeb!

I didn't mean to get his hopes up.

Yours, either.

When it comes to the duttons, my hopes were never

about east camp.

How's everybody doing?

Confused if you're initiating conversation.

What's got that spring in your step, cowboy?

Mind's at ease, I guess.

Does this mean you're keeping east camp?

Yeah.

I'll be damned. You can finally take me for a ride.

Probably gonna be a lot of riding.

I want to make part of the ranch

an equine therapy center for vets.

Time with horses was healing for Garrett.

I'm gonna name it after him.

No better way to honor him.

Speaking of second chances, you and I got one.

Rudy carpenter.

The fugitive you guys left up on the mountain?

It's like

he can sniff out a big score to come take credit for.

What brings you this way, Harry?

Well... We got some résumés we need to go over

to fill the hole in our lineup.

Miles is only suspended temporarily.

- He's gonna be back eventually. - I'm not talking about miles.

With Andrea headed back to D.C., we got some big boots to fill.

You're leaving us?

I'm sorry. I... I didn't know how to tell you guys.

Yeah, she ships out tomorrow.

Thanks, Harry.

Well, you got what you wanted.

Congrats.

Gravitational pull of home is hard to resist.

There must be a way to spin bringing down

a cartel on broken rock in our favor.

My intentions were pure.

Well, in Washington, intentions are trumped by optics.

You disobeyed an order and abused your badge.

Sometimes good men have to do bad things.

You sound like kayce dutton.

Not sure if I should be proud or terrified.

Done a lot of good for broken rock, miles.

Look out!

Gun!

The wolves have returned.

Well, seems fitting my final act is cleaning up

the mess you and Cal created when you left Rudy carpenter

on that mountain.

Well, it was hunt him or save Tom Weaver.

You think Weaver would return the favor

after you left him at the altar?

If he's a real rancher, he'll know why I can't sell.

I don't know.

Duttons and weavers feuding gives you and Dolly

some Romeo and Juliet vibes.

Okay, this I will not miss.

Decision wasn't easy.

Well, I wish you'd reconsider,

but I know better than trying to talk sense into city folk.

Hey, mo.

Wait. What?

- I'll be right there. - What's going on?

Chairman rainwater's vehicle got shot up on his way

- to the airport. - Another attack?

- He survive? - I got

to go keep him out of the crosshairs at my place.

Ranch is quiet.

Is there any chance you were followed?

Doubled back three times to make sure we didn't have a tail.

Who knows you came here?

Only Cameron standing bear.

He's an outstanding tribal officer.

He's stationed at the edge of your property.

I'm sorry, kayce, for bringing my problems to your land.

Sensing some irony in that.

You have anyone on the outside

tracking down the assailants?

The attack didn't happen on tribal land.

Our police have no authority.

I thought you went to grandpa long's

when I sent the hands home.

Prefer sticking with you.

This can't be a coincidence

that this happened right as we're firing our last salvo

against the mine.

Dark forces behind the bomb attack have

crept back out of the shadows.

Maybe council member irons

worried his op-eds weren't moving the needle

and decided to use bullets instead of words?

No, Nathan irons is all bark and no bite.

He's an opportunist at worst.

He did know you was going to the airport today.

I'll head to broken rock,

see if I can sniff anything out.

Okay. Clerk confirmed

Paul Daniels hasn't left his room all day.

No visitors, either.

Well, intel says Rudy carpenter's

meeting Daniels here today, so, we sit and wait.

This the kind of high-octane hit you'd hope to send you off?

Yeah, should prepare you for the op tempo downshift

you're gonna face in D.C.

You'll realize this tactical Swiss army knife's a unicorn.

Getting a little salty in here.

Well, I guess I deserve it for not telling you all

- I was leaving. - Look, I know

you want your gig back at D.C., dre, but you never know.

Things might open up here.

Might be running this team sooner than you think.

Really? You going somewhere?

Look, you sure you want to put

the fed pantsuit back on, deal with all the politics,

watch your mouth 24/7?

The deputy marshal Cruz I know loves the open range.

She can't stand being fenced in.

Also can't stand

bugs, animals, or being kidnapped and tortured.

All right, deflect all you want,

but Montana has grown on you.

Just make sure you're running

towards something you want

and not away from something you don't.

This home feels... More settled since my last visit.

You and Tate have come a long way

on your new beginning.

Never would've changed paths without your guidance.

Well, if the first attempt on my life led the duttons here,

I can only imagine...

What good fortune the second will bring to you.

Cameron missed a check-in.

Call's not going through.

Nothing.

Wi-Fi's down.

Someone could be jamming our signal.

I'll go check on your officer.

Alone?

Need you to keep an eye on Tate.

Yo, coyo, what's up?

They made another move on rainwater.

At east camp?

Killed the officer on watch,

jammed up our comms at the cabin.

Where are they?

Headed toward the cabin.

Could use a few more rifles by my side.

Hyah, hyah. Hyah. Hyah!

We rolling out for kayce or what?

Letting this white whale slip away again

will bring gifford's wrath.

Yeah, well, I'd rather face gifford's wrath

than fail another teammate.

Could use miles's gun in this fight.

Call him.

Kayce's signaling us.

- Signaling what? - A warning.

You two, get upstairs.

There's no time for dutton stubbornness.

These people want me dead.

Then we need to be armed and ready.

It's come to that.

This soil knows bloodshed too well.

Get upstairs, move!

Move, move, move!

It's kayce. Cover him. Moving up!

Kayce's back in the fight.

Covering fire!

Okay, Andrea, I'm gonna need you to flank left. Okay?

Come on, guys, flank!

Coyo, you good?

Sorry, son. You should never have been in that position.

We always fight for family, right?

Seems our most innocent become

collateral damage in our battles.

Where politicians go, calamity follows.

Count ten enemies down hard outside.

Team's pulling biometrics.

Hopefully, get a read on who these guys were.

Tactics and equipment point to professional operators.

Likely hired by the same dark forces behind the mine bombing.

Whoever they are, they could be

sending another wave this way. It's not safe here.

Yeah. Let's fall back to the compound.

We'll start digging into these assailants.

Find out how they knew the chairman was here.

Okay, rainwater, mo, and Tate are settled in.

What'd y'all learn?

Okay, we got ids on the crew that hit east camp.

They're all spec ops vets.

And the team leader, his real name is Lance Blaine.

He's South African.

The other dead men are foreign, too.

So we got international mercenaries

going after rainwater?

When killing's all you're good at,

that work will find you.

Their service records don't overlap.

I can't find a connection.

Yeah, financials show the same shadowy payments

like to the trail keepers after bombing the rally.

Yeah, which led us nowhere.

Phone records from the tribal officer killed at east camp.

He called council member irons' office

after he was posted as guard.

Keeping him in the loop as to the chairman's safety?

Or selling him out. Irons wrote that pro-mine op-ed last week.

Tribal council member behind these attacks?

Could be the inside man being used by a bigger bad.

Yeah, well, whatever his role is,

man, he's the best lead we got.

Let's find out where irons is. Okay?

Jock up?

Man, I think Tate's been through enough today. Okay?

You hold it down here.

Since when do cops get a game room?

Cal created it to be our decompression chamber.

Never thought you'd need it.

You know, the last time you took a life,

nearly broke your mother and I.

I won't be hiding under any beds this time.

I thought I could break our family's cycle of violence.

It always ends up in a familiar place.

Hey. Thanks for jumping into the fire with us today.

Like you told me, there's always gonna be a snake.

And you were more dangerous.

Felt good making an impact.

Just hope I get more chances.

You got call of duty?

Foosball's best we can offer.

Game on.

These are the coordinates irons' cell phone pinged.

Not much out here.

Good place for a meetup away from prying eyes.

Well, had enough surprises for one day,

so let's get heads on swivels, y'all.

Hey, that's irons' vehicle.

Irons, drop that weapon.

Vehicle clear.

When the attack failed,

he must've felt the walls closing in on him.

Yeah. Punched his own ticket.

Nathan irons took his own life?

Punished himself for the blood on his hands

before anyone else could.

Well, he and I battled, but I don't believe this.

We both know the lengths folks will go

when their land gets involved.

If irons is involved, he did somebody else's bidding.

Then we need to find out who's holding the leash.

Hey, chairman.

Your motorcade's here.

Our sheepdog took care of our flock today.

Aho, kholá.

Thank you for your sacrifice, kayce.

I'm proud to call you my brother.

Go end this fight.

Stood tall today, man.

- Had your teammates' backs. - That's never been an issue.

Keeping my judgment under control is.

Takes time, man, to become calm in the chaos.

Spent most of my life trying to make an impact.

Finally found my calling, and I blew it.

You're not the only marshal around here

who's taken matters into his own hands.

And this unit's not so elite...

If it's down two man hunters.

I'm reinstated?

To desk duty.

I could live with that, boss.

Yeah, all right.

I can't believe the puppet master behind those attacks

was the political opponent of rainwater.

Lot of cash for a broken rock member to be throwing around.

Well, we're gonna dig into irons's finances.

See if we can link him to those attackers.

Yeah.

Y'all made Montana proud today,

and this unit has exceeded even my expectations.

Such a shame we're losing one of our finest.

Best of luck to you, deputy marshal Cruz.

Hey.

Well, let's not turn this into a wake.

- Miles, one last game. Come on. - I'll get the taser.

- I want in on this. - I thought you

had something at your son's school tonight.

Exactly, so, you know, let me have my fun.

How you holding up, Tate?

Easy day.

Bring it.

Reminds me of the old bunkhouse.

Yeah, except I feel at home here.

Told you. This is the antidote, coyo.

- All right, let's go. - Let's go, buddy.

Come on.

All right. Here we go, here we go.

Well, I guess this is it, cowboy.

I don't even know what to say.

Well, that's a first.

Finally got you to dance with me.

You also gonna start talking about work

now that you got your badge back?

Two things I care about, you and my job.

Almost lost one,

gonna try my best not to lose the other.

Why are school fundraisers always... So dull?

At least at this one I won

an Aspen getaway in the silent auction.

What? How much?

Nothing I can't afford.

Maybe not.

I've dug myself a little hole.

Not Blackjack again.

You have your extracurriculars, I have mine.

- How deep a hole? - Twenty.

Thousand? W... what, and you expect my help?

We're partners, aren't we?

I can't carry this alone.

Yeah, maybe you should.

What happened to miles?

He's headed to the airport.

Rainwater gave him a second chance, just like you did.

Seems like you did, too.

Glad to know you're capable of that.

That was almost funny.

Yeah. I came up with it while you two were dancing.

Wait, what are you doing?

This is what you wanted, right? Chance to talk?

Yeah... What should we talk about?

It's up to you... dad.

I knew you couldn't quit us, dre.

You don't seem to be in a hurry to leave.

Having second thoughts?

Only about who's behind this attack on rainwater.

The coroner's throwing shade on irons' suicide.

Come on.

Okay. So there's no powder burns on the hands, but...

There are defensive wounds.

- So he was murdered? - Well, the call from

the tribal cop came to irons' office, but his assistant

confirmed that he wasn't there.

Irons and the tribal cop are patsies.

Yeah, but, okay, so who squealed

about rainwater being on east camp, then?

Check this out.

One of kayce's cameras caught this,

an east camp ranch hand just after rainwater arrived.

Okay, so kayce sent him home early.

I mean, probably calling his girlfriend or something.

It's not enough to get a warrant for his phone records.

Kind of grasping at straws there.

I'd feel better leaving if I knew who shot up kayce's house.

This guy's got an address just outside

of Bozeman, okay? I can stop there

- and just see who he called. - No, you're not.

You're gonna catch your flight.

Okay? We'll go check on the ranch hand. Come here.

Hey.

You do us proud, dre. Okay?

All right. Don't be a stranger.

You know, I don't know if I can handle

this frat house without you.

You kidding? You might be the toughest operator in this unit.

Stop it. I know you think I'm little Ms. Perfect.

No, that's what you wanted me to think.

But after learning the family mess that you survived,

I respect you for never settling for less than you deserve.

Damn, that looks good.

Mo said rainwater's speech worked.

He blocked the mine?

60-day suspension of work

for full review of alternate sites.

Sounds like the nail in the coffin to me.

Guess it took more than mom's picture to save broken rock.

You never waved the white flag. She'd be proud of you.

You, too.

Well, I'm not sure she'd appreciate

the house getting shot to hell, though.

Before you became a marshal,

east camp was just us and our family ghosts.

But with your teammates, mo, rainwater, the weavers,

you brought life back to it.

You're stronger than I am, son.

That's the way it should be.

I love you.

Come on in.

Forgive the intrusion...

But we heard about what went down here.

Yeah, we got lucky, didn't we?

Dodged a bullet not buying this place, Mr. Weaver.

Literally.

Situation like this puts things in perspective.

Tate, my dad was wondering

if you'd want to go bass fishing?

In Texas?

I figured a change of scenery might do you good.

It'd ease my mind, if it's not an imposition.

Not at all. And you come join us

when you've cleaned this mess up.

I'm gonna go pack.

What about you? Going fishing, too?

Who cares about Texas? My heart's in Montana.

I've been thinking, I'm gonna tag along with you to salt lake.

What happened to respecting workplace boundaries?

You know, Utah's got couches and bourbon. Things could get messy.

Well, I've been reminded I can handle messy.

Besides, we both deserve a partner that's got our six.

U.S. marshals! Open up!

Ranch hand's down hard inside.

It's handled, sir.