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It's time, it's time.

Next time you wake me,
I throw you in the river.

What do you want, little owl?

Calian, it's time.

I need answers.

I can't remember.

But I would never hurt
Francis. You know that.

Independence is about to wake up

and discover that one
of their Founding Fathers

was just killed by an Apache's arrow.

I need evidence you didn't do it.

Or they will have a noose
around your neck by sundown.

I saw her.

Your sister?

It's not like your father to be late.

Perhaps it's also part of my punishment.

Our trip was not to punish,

but to give you room to
think about your future,

and who you might spend it with.

Mm. Ya veo.

This is about Hoyt.

We care for Hoyt.

He has a good heart, but
we see how he breaks yours.

And I suppose you and papá
have someone already chosen.

No, the choice is yours.

- You have options.
- Who?

Calian. I see how you look at him.

- Ay, mamá.
- Mm-hmm.

He's helped out at the ranch.

He's earned the respect
of Luis and your father.

He's a good man.

Piénsalo.

Even Otis thought Liam was running

from something back in Boston.

I admit he wasn't entirely forthcoming

about our reasons for heading west,

but now with the money in his account...

That's 7,500 more reasons to keep quiet.

I don't want to think he
was corrupt, but I just...

Seems to be the way with

folks who hop into bed with
the Davidsons, doesn't it?

Hmm.

I'm sorry, Abby.

All the more reason I'm looking forward

to meeting with your Pinkerton contact.

Ethan.

He hasn't left already, has he?

Uh, no, no. He has not.

I, uh... saw him this
morning with my own eyes.

What?

- Luis...
- Hoyt, what happened?

Looks like one of Calian's.

Hoyt, no.

- No, he couldn't have done this.
- No!

¿Papá?

No...

Where the hell is the sheriff?

- Sheriff, we need to talk about...
- Talk about the murder of Francis Reyes.

Yes. And the accused.

Gus caught me up.

Calian's arrow was in a dead man.

I know it seems damning at first glance,

but I seem to recall you
telling me that Griffin

should've had his day in court.

Why not Calian?

The people out there
don't get their justice,

and fast, they're gonna
start to get violent.

- And with no courthouse...
- Plenty of room downstairs.

I don't have time to find an
impartial jury, Miss Walker.

- This isn't Boston.
- I'm aware.

Nobody is gonna represent an Apache.

I will.

You will?

Right now, the people of this town...

they respect you, they trust you.

But defending someone
who killed a Founder?

They're never gonna look
at you the same way again.

And what if you lose

and he gets the noose?

That's gonna stick with you.

You really want to do this?

Yes.

Best I can do is run Judge Parker down

from Travis County for a hearing.

It's faster. There's no jury.

Looser rules.

Congratulations, Counselor.

Get back!

If the man in my jail was your kin,

you'd demand a fair shake, right?

So a judge will hear the case today.

Voices will be heard.

The accused can say his piece.

And, in the end, if he is guilty,

I will personally see that he
hangs by the neck until dead.

You can ask it.

Did you kill Francis Reyes?

It's my arrow in his chest...

... but I don't remember shooting it.

And you had no other
reason to want to harm him?

No.

He was my friend.

Good. It's...

it's the beginning of a
reasonable doubt defense.

Abby...

- you don't have to...
- Yes, I do.

You saved my life.

You've been here for me at every turn.

And, if you haven't noticed,
we've become friends, so...

Can you tell me what you do remember?

I remember Nascha.

Nascha?

What does that mean?

My little sister's name.

It means "owl."

We called her that
because she was so curious.

- You speak about her as if she...
- She disappeared...

15 years ago.

I'm so sorry, Calian.

She is the reason I became a tracker.

I thought if I looked
long enough, I'd find her.

And you... you saw her last night.

Sometimes she appears,

like an echo of the last
time we were together.

I know...

I know she's just a memory,

but I can still feel her in my heart.

At times, she guides me
to places I need to be.

Abby, Nascha led me to you.

And last night, when I
arrived at the Reyes' ranch,

she appeared to me again,
Nascha, and she led me away.

Are you okay?

Yes.

My tribe. They don't know
what happened last night.

If some in town blame me,

- they will blame them, too...
- I will warn them.

I still can't figure out
why Calian would do it.

I've worked side by side with him,

mending fences the rustlers cut.

Nothing was off.

These rustlers were
shooting to kill last night.

- Maybe Calian was defending himself...
- His eyes were open.

- Whose eyes?
- My father's.

The last thing he saw was his killer.

No a su familia.

I welcomed Calian in,

and asked papá to
bring him around more.

We are all responsible.

- Hey, Luis.
- Let him go.

You know, maybe Tom
Davidson isn't the devil

- that you imagined him to be.
- Like hell. How's that?

This man is a pillar of society.

He is dismantling his
entire establishment

just so a non-citizen
can have his day in court.

A non-citizen?

Ever think maybe we're the interlopers,

- Calian's the real citizen here?
- No.

Ethan, his ancestors
have been on this land

since back when ours
thought the world was flat.

Mm. I have always admired
your righteousness, Kate.

Well, I am always right, so...

Okay, then prove it.

Where is the widow Collins

and all of the damning
testimony about the Davidsons?

Here's the thing.
Unfortunately, she has been

- delayed, somewhat indefinitely.
- Kate,

- you're wasting my time.
- Well, I don't have to be.

While you're here,
look into Calian's case.

Ethan, I know the man. Something
about this doesn't add up.

This hearing is a sideshow.

It in no way intersects
with our interests.

You're unbelievable.

Are we detectives or not? What
the hell am I doing out here?

I get it. A year is a
long time to be undercover.

You make friends, you make connections.

It's impossible to avoid.

Sheriff.

Have you met my friend
Ethan, by any chance?

Uh, no.

Pleasure's all mine, Sheriff.

Pleasure.

Calian mentioned seeing a vision
of his missing sister last night.

Have you ever seen him in that state?

Once.

A year ago.

I lost Calian on a scout.

I backtracked, found him standing
in the middle of the river.

called his name, but

it wasn't until I got right
next to him that he woke up.

Calian cut you.

It was a reflex.

After the war, I saw men
escape within their own minds

because the truth of what they
had to do to survive was...

too hard to face.

Some just have a hard
time leaving that place.

Only explanation I can figure

is that it was some kind of accident.

That's exactly why we
have to get to the truth.

Agreed.

Clearing Calian comes first.

But as for the truth,

after all of this is sorted,

I'd appreciate some clarity
on what exactly brought

Abigail Walker to Independence.

As if Independence hasn't
found enough ways to kill a man.

That door's swingin' pretty good.

- Hey, looky here.
- What's this?

Is there a problem?

A Founding Father's dead,
and one of them did it.

That's right. It's their fault.

I'd advise... you stand down.

A little too early to hang the noose
before the trial starts, Sheriff.

Inclined to agree, Gus,

but I'd rather they get their
anger out building gallows

than burning down our office.

You will let us through...

or shoot.

And cause more of the very
bloodshed you claim to detest.

Thanks.

What is it?

Papá's cup.

I brought it to him when he
was trying to fix that rail,

before I left for Mexico.

I was so mad that he wouldn't
let me sing at Hagan's that...

I never said goodbye.

He loved to wake up before the sun.

He was building our future, but...

- now there might not ever be one.
- Hey.

That's not gonna happen.

It's gonna take a lot of work and
prayers, but you, you and Luis,

you're gonna see it through. I know it.

You could stay.

Help us.

Yeah.

Maybe it's time I do.

It's gonna be okay.

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You know, not everyone throws bricks.

Most people here actually
want a fair trial.

But that...

Might as well be
reading a fantasy novel.

There's nothing in there
that's gonna clear the man.

It was dark, and there
was gunfire nearby.

Perhaps Calian shot in
self-defense, and didn't see Francis.

Reasonable doubt, Sheriff.

It's not that simple.

Tell me, why did you agree to
pin that star on your chest?

Because right now, it
really doesn't seem as though

you care about the letter
of law or finding the truth.

I'll admit,

before I became the law, I never

got much out of following it.

Might work in a marble mausoleum
of a courthouse back east.

People here, on the
jagged edge of the world...

... they just want to know the man.

Judge is ready.

I thought you were leaving tomorrow.

Well, you asked me to stay
to meet with Mrs. Collins

and hear all this evidence
that you've been...

so doggedly chasing down, but,

since that is not forthcoming,

I have more pressing
matters to attend to.

You were right, you know.

I may be losing a little
bit of perspective.

Mm.

Here. Let me do it.

Let me do it.

I will admit, I always did
like when you would take over.

You don't say.

You know, I'd be lying if
I said I didn't miss this.

Meeting undercover.

Sometimes...

under covers.

You know, Katherine, I was
worried I lost you again,

down that same rabbit hole that
got you in trouble back east.

Well, that's history, isn't it?

Back.

- E?
- Mm-hmm?

What do you think of Tom Davidson

now that you've met him in the flesh?

Well, you know. It's hard to
tell from just a handshake,

but he hardly seems like

the cold-blooded killer
that you advertised.

And which handshake was that?

Was that earlier or was that this
morning, when you met in secret?

And now that I have your attention,

I really would like some honest answers.

Thought there'd be more people.

After years of trying to
hide, now you want a parade?

I should've cut you loose at the ranch.

Let you ride away.

Put both our lives on the line?

No.

Still, always thinking of others.

- Are you ready?
- Mm-hmm.

Djon-deh-zee.

I'm glad Nascha led me to you.

Now, normally, with
the evidence in hand,

and by virtue of the
accused being a non-citizen,

the punishment would have
already been meted out.

But, considering the proximity
between the accused's tribe

and the town, Sheriff Davidson

has called for these
proceedings to sort facts,

settle doubt, and assure
peace no matter the outcome.

I call this hearing to order.

Francis Reyes was already
dead when I arrived.

Yes, with an arrow in his chest.

Have you assessed how
that happened, sir?

Any guess of mine would
be purely speculation,

and not applicable to
the fact, Your Honor.

Fine, but what about motive?

Your town was established
on tribal land.

Francis lobbied for
Calian to be a liaison

between the tribe and the town.

He trusted him.

He knew he would help keep
the peace, not start a war.

Have you seen this man
exhibit any kind of violence?

Not that I can recall, Your Honor.

Very well. Next witness.

I was... tending to a new calf
when I heard my father call for me.

And then there were loud voices...

Gunshots.

And I ran.

And that's when I saw...

... him.

Standing over my dead father.

If I had just run when papá called...

I could have stopped it.

Why did you take him from us?

Okay, I, uh...

I understand that I've upset you,

but did you have to shave my mustache?

It's always bothered
me. Why did you lie?

Kate, you know how it works.

We-we compartmentalize. We...

We keep secrets from each other.

- You used to read me in.
- Yeah, and I was going to,

but you've-you've been so focused

on the Liam Collins murder,

and now this sham of a
hearing downstairs, that I...

I felt it best to
ease you into the news.

News? What news?

Pinkerton's pulled us off
the government contract.

We work for The Plains
Union Railway now.

I met with Davidson
because he is the sheriff

on a future rail stop,
so he's to be kept abreast

of any and all threats
that might endanger

- the railway's progress.
- Wait.

So this whole time I've been
investigating the corrupt, you've been...

- What, you've been protecting them?
- Come on, Kate.

- Does he know who I am?
- No, he doesn't.

And I suggest you stop chasing
him before that changes.

Is that a threat?

Kate, I am trying to help you.

You've lost your compass again.

This is looking a lot like Baltimore.

Don't you talk to me about Baltimore.

- Don't mention Baltimore to me!
- You want to get somebody else killed?

The powers that be assigned
you to this backwater town to...

get right with the agency.

And I'm not sure you're doing that here.

Come on, Kate, you're the...
you're the best agent I know.

I need you.

Kate. Kate.

I would like to call the accused.

What are you so afraid of?

You've already condemned
him in your mind.

What is the harm in letting him speak?

Well, look at you.

Above it all.

I will have order!

Your Honor, I acknowledge
that the accused has no memory

of the events surrounding the murder,

and, for some here,

that would be enough reason to convict.

I ask, however, that we not dwell

on what he cannot remember,

but rather on what he can.

Calian,

can you tell me what you
remember from that night,

15 years ago...

... when your sister
Nascha was kidnapped.

Miss Walker, I am trying

- to understand the relevance here.
- Your Honor, I promise,

if you'll indulge me,
I will get to the point.

I know what happened that
night makes you feel alone,

but you're not.

It's time.

It was a raid, in the dark...

They killed half our camp.

Injured so many others.

Calian!

They took her. My sister.

I tried to stop them, but...

Calian, you can stop there.

- It's my fault. I should've...
- Should've done what?

Should've shot the one who took her.

Even if you had, there
were many attackers.

- Another would've come.
- Then I would have shot again.

And what if they had more
men than you had arrows?

Would you have tracked them
for miles into the night?

No.

No.

And why couldn't you?

'Cause I was just a boy.

- I was scared.
- I think that's enough, Ms. Walker.

- Your Honor, please, just let me establish...
- The accused may stand down.

... everything Calian has giv...

Outside, you've built gallows
to hang me for a crime...

... but none of you have asked
me if I'm guilty or innocent.

So I ask for you:

Did I kill Francis Reyes?

My answer is no.

'Cause he was my friend.

I could never have hurt him.

After Nascha was taken,

my tribe was too injured to search.

I knew she was still alive,
so I came here for help.

I came to you, but
none of you believed me.

And now,

years later, when your children
go missing, you come to me...

'cause you know I won't
give up until I find them.

And yet today, before I could even ask

that you believe in my innocence,

you already tied a noose.

Will none of you stand for me?

As I sit here today,

to weigh the goodness of a man's heart

against the evidence of his actions,

I am struck by a story of a man

who has experienced great loss.

Yet he did not fall into the abyss,

but rather turned his pain into purpose

to help the people of Independence.

But, uh...

but the law's clear.

And as much as I would like
to determine reasonable doubt,

the accused cannot adequately explain

how his own arrow pierced
the chest of the victim.

Which leads me to the only verdict

I can make by our laws and customs.

Guilty.

Son, may God have mercy on your soul.

I'm so sorry.

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Did you hear him?

Clawing for compassion

before papá is even in the ground?

You're showing your tell, Luis.

You want to know why
you're a bad poker player?

'Cause your tell's always the same

when you got a bad
hand and empty pockets.

You were doing it on the stand.

You're doing it right now.

Why?

You want to talk about
lies and gambling now?

- Stop this.
- Nothing will erase seeing your friend Calian

shooting his arrow
through my father's chest!

Help me out, here...

On the stand, you testified you
found your father already dead.

Now you're saying you
saw Calian shoot him.

Which is it, Luis? Hmm?

You were arguing with papá all day.

Why?

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He always saw himself in you, Luis.

No! No, we were not the same!

You know how mad he gets!

He accused me of
stealing our own cattle,

said he couldn't trust me to
run the ranch when he's gone.

You did the best that you could.

What did you do?

Why do you care...

He told me to leave the ranch,

and this family, and never come back.

I want you gone by morning!

It was an accident!

¿Papá?

There was only one way out...

... until another appeared.

Lo siento, papá.

And you figured, who are
they going to believe?

An Apache or the son
of a Founding Father?

How could you do that to us? You?

You were never a son to him.

Didn't you realize how lucky you were

- to have a father?
- Hoyt.

Please... no more.

Get your ass up.

Any last words?

There is no death.

Only a change in worlds.

Wait!

Call it off!

There will be no hanging today!

Anyone has a problem
with that, come find me.

Pulled from the body of Francis Reyes.

The right man is in jail.

And an innocent one didn't hang.

It's a good thing.

"I have always found that mercy bears
richer fruit than strict justice."

And who said that?

One of those Roman generals
you like to read about?

Abraham Lincoln.

I've been meaning to ask you...

What were you and my predecessor doing

at the Reyes Ranch last night?

We were following a lead
on their stolen cattle.

Didn't expect it to be their own son.

I wonder who put him up to it.

Hmm.

Sheriff, you all right?

Right as rain.

Ethan.

I thought you might want this.

Kate, do you have any... any
idea of what you're about to do?

Do you have any idea
what I've already done,

in the name of that badge?

E, we were supposed to protect people.

We were supposed to
protect hard-working people

that were building a dream.

Instead, we-we-we have
a... a trail of broken lives

we left behind us.
For what? For a client?

The old man likes you, Kate.

He doesn't take well
to letting go of things.

Lucky that I'm not a thing.

So, what, uh... what do
you want me to tell him?

You tell him that if the Davidsons
somehow find out who I am,

I will burn you to the ground.

My government contacts, the press...

I will make sure the world
knows what you've become.

Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.

It's nice here in Purgatory.

It was really good seeing you, Kate.

Thanks for the shave.

I, uh...

I shouldn't have stayed
away when you needed me.

- I owe you an...
- You helped save my life, Hoyt.

I'm sorry about Francis.

I know he cared for you.

Yeah, well...

after I turned Luis in,

I don't know how Lucia
and her mom are gonna feel.

You have to be there for them.

Yeah.

Hey, that whole saving your life bit...

Does that mean you owe me now?

I said you helped.

If they learned you lied
on the stand today...

I was just doing what
you would've did for me.

Sometimes I wonder

why I'm protecting the same
people that would hang me

at the first accusation.

Part of me feels like
I should leave with you.

And part of you knows you should stay.

This town needs you, Augustus.

Thank you.

Well, considering the verdict,

I don't think the judge found
me particularly convincing.

But he wasn't the one
you needed to convince.

You helped others
think differently, Abby.

All the same...

After everything...

will I ever see you again?

Maybe we'll find each
other in the tall grass.

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Thank you.

You know, the day might be
over, but I have a feeling

the adventures of Abby Walker, Esquire,

- might just be beginning.
- Hmm.

The meeting with Ethan. I... I forgot.

Did he agree to help?

Uh, no.

I resigned.

But that's okay. That's just fine,

because we are gonna
solve Liam's murder,

and we are gonna take
down the Davidsons,

and we are gonna set this
town straight all by ourselves.

- Hmm.
- 'Cause nobody else is gonna help us.

"On the jagged edge of the world."

What's that?

Nothing.

Just...

I think I'm beginning to feel the
same way about this place as you do.

Sheriff?

Oh, my God. Sheriff.

Hey. Hey.

Help me, Abby.

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