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(narrator): Previously on Ride.

-You gotta help me, okay?
Or our family could be
in a lot of trouble.

I know your secret.
- JB Wooten wants to meet you.

- This company has owned us
for far too long and I am not
giving them another son.

(shouting)
- There is another option.

It might help dig you out.

- I saw you ride at the stock
show. You're incredible.

- Thank you.
- You're back.

- I heard you're looking
for some new brand ambassadors.

- You need to know,
the job's outta Houston.

- I'm asking you to stay
and be his coach.

(cows bellowing)

(mellow music)

- All right, what do you like
most about rodeo?

- Bull riding.

- Bull-- Aren't you
a trick rider?

- Yes, but I am surrounded
by a family of bull riders

who inspire me to be fearless
in everything I do.

- Now I hear that middle one,
is it, Cash, is it?

I hear
he's especially inspiring.

- Mm, yes, so inspiring.
- Oh, yeah.

(chuckling)

- All right, come on,
gimme a hardball.

- A hard one?
- Yes.

(clearing throat)

- All right.

Chad Radcliffe here,
from the Daily Rider.

Eh, Missy, where do you see
yourself in five years?

- Hmm. In five years?

Running for office.

Crafting policies that allow
ranchers to protect their lands.

- All right, that sounds like
something Valeria would say.

- What? It's what
they want to hear.

- So what? Come on.
Real answer.

(inhaling deeply)

- Real answer?
- Mm-hmm.

- Where do I see myself in...
five years? Um...

(gentle music)

Right here.

Look around. What...
What else more do I need?

- What about them
dancing horses from Spain?

Andasomething?

- Andalusians.
- Andalusians.

- Yeah.

- Isn't that a dream of yours?

- Yeah. How do you know
about that?

- When you talk, I listen.
(giggling)

And then you talk some more.
(chuckling)

I know these last few months
have not been easy

but getting to spend
all this time together...

hasn't been terrible.

- No. It certainly
hasn't been terrible.

(Isabel shouting):
Guys, Austin's back!

- Hey, y'all!

Look what the cat dragged in!
(chuckling)

- Ah! I'm so proud of you.
- Hello, Mama.

- Oh, I didn't know he...

- You were about
to tell me something.

(tender music)

- Just...

I, I think you're gonna be
the best

Miss Rodeo Rocky Mountain
there's ever been.

- Yeah, well...

(inhaling deeply)
I had a great coach.

(subdued music)

(Missy shouting): Hey, Austin!

(sighs)

- Coach?

What, you want Missy
to be my coach?

- Yep, she did it for Austin,
she can do it for you.

- I don't need a coach.
What I need is a new bull.

- What's wrong with Renegade?

- Mom, if I'm gonna compete
for the sponsorship,

I'm gonna need to practise
on a championship bull.

- Well, I'm sorry but the ranch
has other priorities right now.

- No, it wouldn't-- it would
just be a loan, all right?

I already talked to stock
contractor, friend of yours
over in Denver--

I know it's not what you want
but it's what I need.

- Hey, hey. No, you don't know
what I want. Listen, listen,

you practically had a panic
attack in that chute

and Missy was the only person
who could get your head on
straight.

- Yeah, but it was Cash who held
on for those eight seconds.

- Yeah, only because
he had Coach here to guide him.
Isn't that right, Cash?

- What about your Frontier gig
in Houston?

Don't tell me you're gonna give
that up to--

- No, I'm just gonna tell them
that I have to do it from here.

Just until you get
that sponsorship.

- Ma, I don't know
what you told Valeria,

but it's barely morning,
she's already sent me

14 messages with her ideas about
shaking things up around here.

- Seems to be going around.

- Mornin'.
- Hey, morning.

Sounds like you've already been
really productive.

- Fourteen?
- I didn't mean to overstep.

- You're not, listen,
I asked for your ideas

to "shake things up
around here."

That is, if we want to be
living here next year.

- Well, good news is,

I know a guy who needs
to offload some sheep.

- Well, you know a guy who needs
to offload some bulls?

- Hey, you know what?
I don't think y'all realize
how deep in the red we are.

Go on,
tell me about those sheep.

- Well, they'll help
with weed abatement.

- Mm-hmm.
- Cut costs.

Come spring we sell their wool,
make a profit.

- Sounds like a lot of hoops.
We can sell some cattle

and make a bigger,
quicker profit.

- Well, let's look into both.

Valeria, why don't you see
what kind of deal you can cut?

- Okay and I can start
hittin' the local rodeos,
pullin' in some wins.

- No. We can't have you
getting hurt before
your big ride in Cheyenne.

You'll be trading millions
for pocket change.

- Cheyenne's in five months.
- So?

- Well, I'd listen
to your coach.

(chuckling)

(tense music)

* Here comes the mighty storm *

* The white lightning's gonna
strike you down *

* You can't fight
the Will of the Lord *

* Everybody stand ready
on higher ground *

(sighs)

Hey.

Yeah,
we're still out of pocket.

No, no. I'm not ready to sell.

(sighing)
We need a plan B.

* Here comes the mighty storm **

(mellow music)

- All right. Let's talk about
this whole coaching thing.

(horses neighing)

- You think it's a good idea?

- Cash, nobody is doubting
how good you are.

It's not about that.

Which is why I'm gonna tell
Frontier Jeans that I need
to be here.

Because with my help,
you could be a star.

- No one questioned Austin,
no one said
Austin needed a coach.

- He had a coach.

Me. I just didn't
get the credit for it.

Do you know how many hours
of riding I have analyzed?

- You're more than qualified,
I get it.

- Then what?

- You want me to be great?

Help me get that bull.

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey, I didn't mean
to undermine you back there.

- Well, my ways work,

but with the price of seed
and feed climbing
through the roof

and without Austin's sponsorship
money as a buffer...

- Tuff, no one's blaming you.

I'm just trying
to be creative here.

- Are you gonna be around
to execute all this creativity?

(scoffs)

- Look, Hank. I know
you got a town to run.

- Always happy
to lend a hand, Bel.

But look, if I'm gonna convince
this guy to invest
in this place,

I need to know you're serious.

- I didn't come this far
to be left with nothing.

- Yeah. Yeah, I get it.

You've poured too much into
McMurray Ranch to have it taken
away by some bank.

You deserve to retire
with a healthy nest egg.

- Retire?
(scoffing)

Wait, do I look like
the retiring type?

- Retirement and stability,
they're not dirty words, Bel.

(scoffs)

Finding an investor might be
good for the whole town.

You bring one money man in
and the rest follow.

Before you know it,
Canyon's the next Bozeman.

- That may be all well and good
for your next campaign, Hank

but the only win I'm concerned
about is what's best
for my family.

And if you are going
to broker this deal...

...I need to know
you're on my side.

- Darlin', I have had your back
since grade school.

Don't you dare question
my loyalty to you.

I just might be too darn loyal.

(gentle music)

- Okay.

(upbeat music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Well, what do you think?

- It certainly is different
than the rest.

- You know, it's only our
sponsored athletes that get
this kind of exposure.

Given your former proximity
to one, we...

You do want to be
our brand ambassador, yes?

You want to help us sell
some jeans?
'Cause this is how it's done.

- Well, of course. But it does
turn out that I am needed
at Austin's ranch

and I know how close you feel
to the family.

- Missy, we had a deal.

- And I'm not trying
to back out,

I'm just hoping maybe
we can do this from Canyon.

Which is a great little town,
by the way.

- Canyon?
Population of...?

- Seventeen thousand,
give or take.

- And precisely
no Frontier stores.

Missy, we have spent tons
of money on this campaign,
on you.

And it was on the understanding
you'd be willing to relocate.

Now, if that's off the table,
maybe we need to re-evaluate.

- Uh, exactly, maybe
we do need to re-evaluate

how we approach this campaign.

Canyon is the home
of the McMurray Ranch.

It's where Dusty McMurray
redefined bull riding,

where Austin grew up to be
the best of his generation.

This could be an opportunity
for Frontier.

A sneak peek into
the lives of their heroes.

A.K.A., Austin McMurray's widow,

doing promos from his home.

(tender music)

(scoffs)

- Yeah, all right, you do make
a convincing argument.

- I know can double
your clickthroughs in one week.

- Double?
- Mm-hmm.

- Now, that's a tall order.

- Well, I am a trick rider

and when I see a trick
I can pull off, I take it.

- All right.
I'll give you a week.

- Thank you.
You won't regret it.

(woman on radio): Welcome back
to, "These Boots Were Made
for Talkin'" with me, Desiree.

We've been chatting about
bronc rider, Bonnie McCarroll,

whose tragic death
has been blamed

for keeping women
out of the sport.

- Classic. Blame the victim.

(Desiree on radio):
But Bonnie's husband, Frank,
a rodeo star himself,

called Bonnie the best
little cook in the world.

- Best bronco rider
in the country

and she'll be remembered
for her casseroles.

(Desiree on radio):
You can read about Bonnie
and other gutsy gals

in my latest book,
"Rodeos and Juliets."

I'll be doing a signing
tomorrow at Canyon Café.

If you want to swing by.

Speaking of swing...

Here's a little ditty
to keep your toes tapping.

(distant horse neighing)

- Hey, heard you had
a big meeting at Frontier.
How'd it go?

- I get to keep my job. For now.

- That's great.
Listen, Missy--

- I'm trying, Vee.
Best I can do.

- I know.

And you're allowed to feel
however you feel.

Just know that I'm here
if you need me.

(exhaling deeply)

- I told Frontier that I would

double their clickthroughs
in a week.

And I have literally no idea
how I'm going to do that.

- Whoa.
- What?

- They have a lot of followers.

Almost as many as Austin.

You know the easiest thing
would be to post
from Austin's socials,

get all his fans
clicking over.

But I don't think you want to do
the easy thing, do you?

- You know Desiree Lockheart?

- Yeah. She got me through a lot
of long hours on the road.

- Yeah, she's doing
a book signing in town.

Wonder if I can get on her show?

- Hmm!

(chuckles)

- Who's this?

Hey. How did you know
where I lived?

- I didn't.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- McMurray family, I'd like
to introduce you to Gus Booker.

- Welcome to our home.

- Thanks for having me.

- Missy, your mystery man
is a Booker as in Booker Oil.

- He didn't tell me
he was an oil baron.

- How many wells do you think
Prince Charming's gonna dig?

- It's beautiful.

(tense music)

(serene music)

It's beautiful.

- I told you. It's paradise.

- And big.

You don't realize the scale
of it 'til you're here.

(grass rustling)

- I've done my research,
Mr. Booker.

I understand you want
to get out of the oil business
and get into ranching.

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.

(gentle music)

- So, we're gonna be
his employees?

- No, no, no. No.
He'd just be an investor.

- What's the difference?
- Well, look, things...

things wouldn't really
change that much.

- Except he'd be telling us
what to do.

- No. We'd still run the ranch,
we'd own the ranch

but when we do turn a profit,

then as an investor,
he gets a cut.

- And how are we gonna
turn a profit? First thing

he's gonna do it cut costs
and that means us.

- Yeah. What happens
when we can't pay him back?

- Look, guys.
At least it's worth a shot.

It's better than losing
the place to the bank.
- Is it?

- Guys like that,
you give them an inch,

soon enough he's taking an acre.
Every acre we got.

- Well, I wouldn't let
that happen.

- The stories about
his family, what they've done

to other ranchers for oil,
it'd make your head spin.

- Well, he says doing
this apart from his family.

- It doesn't matter.
All rich people are the same.

They think everything's
for sale.

Look, I'm just saying,
you told us to go troubleshoot
and now it's--

- Val, listen, listen.
A few sheep are not gonna

get us out of the red.
We need a long-term plan.
- She's right.

- Guys, I invited him over

for evening rounds and dinner
tomorrow night.

We'll give him
the real ranch experience,

ask him a few questions.

I'd appreciate it if you'd all
be on your best behaviour.

(cows bellowing)

- So, this is Renegade's
replacement, huh?

- When you were in the Marines,
there was more to training

than just learning
how to walk in formation, no?

If you want to be
a pro athlete,

you gotta start acting like one.
That means strength training,

sleeping well, eating well,
drinking less.

- And you're gonna keep tabs
on all this, Missy?

- Yes, I am.

Because I know what it takes.

Cash, if you want to be a champ,
you gotta earn it.

- Mm-hmm.

I keep...

steaks, beers and uh,
yeah, I'll do a swing.

- Steak, yes. Beer, sometimes.

And 14 swings,
each hand, three sets.

- Two sets.
- Is everything gonna be
a negotiation with you?

- I may not be a business man
like Gus Booker but uh...

- Exactly, which is why
you're gonna do, three sets.

Three.

(mellow music)

(coughing)

(grunting)
Geez...

A bit lower.
There we go.

* I've been around the world
wherever the wind blows *

* I've sat beneath the stars
and swam along the coast *

* But it don't compare
to when I'm anywhere you are *

* 'Cause you're the destination
of my highway heart *

* Hey it don't matter
where I go *

* My happy home... **

- So, you uh... dating anyone?

- I thought the sheep were on
the market, not the shepherd.

- Look, I'm just trying
to get caught up

on the last year of your life.

(sighing)
You seem to be texting someone.

(scoffs)

- Not dating...

A date.
- Uh-huh.

- How'd you know these sheep
were for sale anyhow?

- I still got some friends
around here.

- Like, Tucker Clarke?

- Who?
- Pawn shop guy?

Neck tattoo...?

- Yeah, maybe we should check
around back.

- Mm.

(birds chirping)

Saw him at the rodeo,
after Cash's ride?

- Uh, yeah. I've heard of him,
just never met him.

- Really?

Seemed like you two recognized
each other that night.

(distant sheep bleating)

- Oh, hi, Mr. Brigsby.
How are you?

- Valeria Galindo, is that you?

- Yes, Sir. We heard you're
looking to sell your sheep.

- You got a lot of nerve
coming out here.
Get off my land.

- Mr. Brigsby--

- I'm not selling you anything,
now get.

- Shoot.
Guess he still remembers.

- Remembers what?

(Val exhaling deeply)
What'd you do?

- I used to compete against
his daughter in barrel racing.

And by compete, I mean beat.

Every time.
(chuckling)

- Guess we're not getting
those sheep now, are we?

- Why do you look so happy?

- Come on. Tighten your core.

- I got it.
- No, you don't.

- I got-- Okay, what the--
What are we doing here?

You had a national
spokesmodel gig.

- Brand ambassador.
- Now what are--

You putting it all
on the line for what?
What, to help me do a plank?

Come on,
I don't want you wasting your
life on another McMurray.

- That is not your choice
to make.

- No, apparently
it's my mother's.

- For the record,
I'm not wasting my life.

I'm good at this.

I know Austin
cast a long shadow, I get it.

- No, you don't.

Look, we both know
this isn't going to work out.

(subdued music)

- Cash.

Cash, come on.

(upbeat music)

(indistinct chattering)

- Thank you for coming in.

- I didn't think Missy McMurray
waited in line

anywhere in this town.

You gonna sell Desiree jeans?

- I'm giving them to her.
From Frontier.

- Ah. I heard about that.

Your stage mama trained her
pageant queen so well.

But then again,
I guess grief sells.

- I'm not playing that card.

- Why not?
You got to love a great man.

Some women don't even get
half that chance.

He gave you his last name
when he married you,
so isn't it really yours too?

(Desiree): Who's next?

- Desiree, hi.

- Hi.

- I brought you a pair
of Frontier's utility fit.

I know you like to keep a bow
knife on you so you can actually
keep that right in there.

- Ooh. Why, thank you.
Do you want to take a selfie?

- Actually, I'd rather be
on your show.

- As a guest?

And we're gonna talk about
what exactly? Jeans?

- Well, I am a former
Miss Rodeo Rocky Mountain
and a trick rider and um...

- Well, I've had lots of rodeo
queens on the show

and honestly, if Frontier
wants to pay to advertise,

well, they're gonna have
to cough up some money

like the rest of my sponsors,
you know?

(shouting)
Next please!

- Um, I'm also Missy McMurray.

Austin McMurray's wife.

Widow.

- Yes, Missy. I was such a fan
of your husband.

I really wanted
to have him on the show.

I'm very sorry about your loss.

Why don't you stick around
and we will talk.

- Great.
- And meanwhile,

I'll sign this stupid book.

- Thank you.
- Here you go.

- Thanks.
- Cheers.

(upbeat music)

- See "Austin McMurray's widow"
booked Desiree's show.

(sighing)
- Yes, but nothing
about Missy McMurray.

- I didn't say that.

- No, I did.

Desiree wants me to post
from Austin's account

because that will get
more traffic to Frontier

because apparently, grief sells.

- Well, what do you want to do?

(scoffing)
- I have no...

(somber music)

He proposed to me with this.

Beautiful, huh?

Yeah, proved that he knew me
better than anyone else.

(exhaling deeply)

- Maybe it's time
you make a little room
for your own triumphs.

(scoffs)

- Like what?
"The Hip Hugger Denim" trophy

or the "Low-Rise Vintage" award?

(chuckling)
- Don't knock your swag.

Look, I know it's a big step
but if you want help...

We'd have more fun
than ranch show and tell
with our lurking oil baron.

(scoffs)

- You're right, we would.
(chuckling)

- I'd love some help
with these bags. Here you go.

And listen, I'm gonna need
you guys to season the steaks
for tonight.

- Steak?
Does this guy even eat meat?

- Oh, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, he's here. Come on.

- Woo. Think he bought those
on his way here?

- Oh, hush!
- Hello.

Are we supposed to be quiet?
- No, no, no, sorry.

I wasn't talking to you.
I was talking to my sons.

Um... Anyway, Gus,
you remember Cash and Tuff.

- Yeah, good to see you both.
Thanks for having me.

- Hey.
- I brought you something.

- Oh, well, you didn't
have to do that.
- It's nothing.

Just hope you guys
like lemon meringue pie.

- Who doesn't?

- Cash, you recognize
this region?

- Yeah, I sure do.
- Great year.

- Guys, why don't you
bring this inside?

And let Missy and Valeria know
that Gus is here.

Well, uh,

you know, I thought
we'd do evening rounds

and give you a taste of
what the ranch is really like.

- Yeah, excellent.
Just tell me how I can help.

- Yeah.

(mellow music)

We got three orphaned calves who
need to be fed milk replacer.

- What happened to their mother?
- Well, there was, uh,

two sets of twins,
which is unusual,

so the mother can only feed one.

- So, they were rejected?
That's sad.

- Not really. It's nature.
Nature is cruel.

- But we don't have to be.

- Val, why don't you go
check on dinner?

And I will get some lids
so we can start the feeding.

- This is great.
- Okay.

(chuckling)
- Thanks.

- Come here, okay.
Come on, here you go.

Here you go, all right,
right here. Ah, good, yeah.

There you are. Okay.

Gus, you want to give it a try?
- I'd love to.

- Come on, step in.
Here you are.

- Just like this?
- Yep.

- Okay.
Wow, this little guy is strong.

(chuckling)
- Yeah.

- You all have something
really special here.

I want to be a part of it.
If you'll let me.

(calf bleating)

- Oh. Somebody calling my name.

- Shouldn't you be playing
your cards just a little closer
to your vest?

- I could.
But I don't like games.

Speaking of,
I have to confess something.

Yesterday when I said
seeing you was a surprise,

I wasn't being
completely honest.

I knew it was
the McMurray Ranch.

I was actually hoping
I'd run into you.

- How's it going out here?

- Um, I'm learning
a whole new skill set.

- Oh, yeah. I'm sure you are.

(scoffs)
- Here, trade you.

- Hold on.

- Why don't you go and take this
and put it in the fridge?

Mm-hmm?
- Okay.

- That guy's gonna run a ranch?

(chuckling)
- Come on.

Is this really about the ranch
or is this about Missy?

- The guy swoops into town,
offers to save the day,

no strings attached while wooing
the resident widow.

I'm not buying it.
Neither are you.

- Gus, this pie looks delicious.

- Just trying to turn lemonade
into lemons

or lemon pie into lemons.

(chuckles nervously)

Uh, so, Missy, I hear
you're going to be
on Lokckheart's radio show.

- Oh, you are?
Well, be careful,

that Desiree is a whiz
at getting her guests
to reveal their secrets.

Um. Oh, you know what?
I'll grab a knife for the pie.

- Here you go.
- Ooh. What secrets, Missy?

- Missy and Austin
didn't have any secrets.

- How would you know?

- You can talk about
your trick riding.

My niece and I are both
fans of Missy's.

- Oh, did you become fans before
or after you decided to invest?

- Why does that matter?

- Ah, it's just sort
of an odd timeline.

- Or a happy coincidence.

- I could talk
about my coaching.

I'm supposed to be
Cash's bull riding coach.

- Supposed to be?

- Well, you know anything
about bull riding, Gus?

- Uh, I went to the running
of the bulls.

- In Spain?
- Yes.

- 'Cause that's the same thing.

- 'Course not but it sure
gave me an appreciation
for their speed and strength.

- Speaking of, how many bulls
do you put in with 100 cattle
for breeding?

- Valeria.
- No, it's fine. I know this.

Four, for 100 cows.

- Hmm.
- Lucky bulls.

- Would you like some coffee?
- Yes, please. Thank you.

- And what time of year
do we brand?

- What is this,
twenty questions? He already
said he has a lot to learn.

- Well, he's gotta know
what he's getting into.

He can't just swoop in
and make a bunch of changes.
- Oh, really? Says who?

- When spring turns to summer.
That's when you brand
your cattle.

- Yes, bravo.

- Yes, I realize
I am new to this.

That's why I need
all of you.

- Eh, the money man keeps
all control, right?

(scoffs)
- What Cash is trying to say

is that this place
is really special to us

and we just want to make sure
that we're all on the same page.

- I get it. This ranch
is your family legacy.

(chuckling)

- It's just funny that
you mention family legacy.
Can we ask about yours?

- Why? He already said
he's doing this independently,
like I said before.

- Believe me, I know
the reputation my family has.

I dislike it as much as you do.

That's why striking out
on my own is so important to me.

- Oh, so it's just a pet project
to prove to Daddy

you got gumption?
- Cash!

- Well, no, so what happens
when you want

to join the billionaires
space race

and turn this place into your
own personal launching pad?

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

- All I got is my word.
And I stand by it.

But I won't stay
where I'm not welcome.

So, thank you for dinner,
Mrs. McMurray, Missy.

- What?
- No, no, Gus.

- Wait a sec, I...

(tense music)

- Bye.
(giggling)

- I hope you're all happy.

We may have to say goodbye
to this ranch

because you just cost us
our lifeline.

(exhaling deeply)

(serene music)

- So, uh, this radio interview
I have today,
how do you feel about it?

- Better than I do
about dinner last night.

- Yeah, I think we were all

a little on edge last night.
I know I was.

Not just about Gus.

- I'll be listening.

- They're gonna want me
to talk about Austin.

- He was your husband,
you can honour his memory.

- I know, it's just--
- Shh.

- We're all still grieving

and I'm the one who gets
to talk about it. I just...

(horse neighing)

I don't want you to think
that I'm exploiting him
to sell jeans.

- You know how many Frontier
jean patches I sewed
on his riding vest?

- So does that mean
you're okay with it?

- Austin was my son.
And I miss him terribly.

But the important thing
is that you tell your story.

And don't let anyone tell you
how to do that. You hear me?

- Yeah.

- I knew you would be packing up
again in no time.

- I'm not.

Brigsby thinks his daughter
lost against me because my horse
is better than hers.

He's right.

She is.

So, I'm selling her to him.
- Chantico?

- I promised those sheep
to Isabel

and I'm not gonna break another
promise to that woman.

- I'm not letting you
sell your horse.

There's got to be
another way.

- Like?

(cell phone chiming)

- Mr. Wooten. Hi.

- My marketing department
just informed me you're going
to be a guest

on Desiree's radio program
this afternoon.

You didn't get approval
for that.

- Oh, I didn't realize that
I had to. It's free advertising.

- Well, that doesn't matter.

You're repping our brand now.

We need to be involved,
we need to draft talking points.

You know, an interview with
that kind of reach goes south,
you could hurt Frontier.

You could hurt
everything we stand for.

- But I have lots of interview
experience.

- That doesn't matter, Missy.

Now listen, I need you
to cancel.

Now.

(phone beeping)

(scoffs)

(tense music)

- Hello and welcome to, "These
Boots Were Made for Talking."

I'm your host,
Desiree Lockheart.

I am sitting with none other
than Missy McMurray.

The woman behind one
of the greatest bull riders

of our generation.

The late great, Austin McMurray.

Missy, welcome to the show.

- Thank you,
I'm happy to be here.

- I think your story of bravery
and resilience

is gonna be really inspiring
for a lot of women out there.

- That's my hope.

- Let's get right
to the good stuff.

What was it like being married

to one of the greatest
bull riders ever?

- It was intoxicating.

You know, the fans, the travel

and Austin, he really loved
what he did.

You know, I'm just now trying
to figure out what it means
to move on without him.

I actually just
became a brand ambassador
for Frontier Jeans.

- Well, Missy. That's so great.

Yeah, but you know what?
I want to go back in time.

Way back in time to the height
of Austin's career.

The awards, the travel
and you were right by his side.

- You know, I was no stranger
to rodeo either.

I used to be a rodeo queen
and a trick rider before that.

- Uh-huh. Well, you know what?

We have got a lot of Austin fans
waiting to talk to you, Missy.

So, why don't we take
some calls, you up for that?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

(clicking)
Okay, Missy, I'm gonna really

need you to kinda give us
a sneak peek into Austin's life.

Are you with me on that?
- Mm-hmm.

- Okay. All right, we've got
Cynthia from Shade Falls,

Yelena from Tucson

and Chad from Canyon.

Cynthia, you're on. Let's go.

(Cynthia on phone): Hi, Missy.
Big fan of Austin's.

I'd just like to know
what he was like at home.

Was he sweet? Funny?

- Austin, he could make me laugh
more than anybody.

(Cynthia): Really?

- I remember one time
I challenged him to a race

and when he lost,

he had to wear his brother's
old rodeo clown outfit
for a week.

He even wore it
to some fancy dinner.

(chuckling)

(clicking)

Hey, um, did you say
Chad from Canyon?

Could we go to him next?

- Oh, yeah.

Okay, Chad, from Canyon.
You're on with Missy.

(Chad on phone): Oh, hi, Missy.

This is Chad Radcliffe,
from the Daily Rider.

Our readers would love to know,

where do you see yourself
in five years?

- See myself in five years?

I don't know.

When I lost my husband,
I lost myself.

And then all of a sudden I just
became Austin McMurray's widow.

And I forgot that
I'm a rider too.

I can do a suicide drag
off of a horse
at breakneck speed

and I've got
my own story to tell.

- And what do you hope
to accomplish
by telling that story?

- I just hope that...

I can remind people that
it's okay to be lost sometimes.

To not know where you want
to be in five years,

let alone next week.

And if I've done that,
then I think I've done my job.

And I would really like
to thank Frontier Jeans

for giving me the opportunity
to put myself out there again.

And to remind myself

that I'm just
as resilient as their jeans.

- And you are good, Missy.
Frontier Jeans got one more plug
in for them.

Good for you. That's our show.
Thank you for joining us today.

- Thank you.

- See you next time.
Desiree signing off.

(cell phone chiming)

- Hello?

- Well, that was beyond
unprofessional.

And I should fire you
on the spot. But...

I just got off the phone
with our head of marketing.

During that interview,
traffic to our website spiked.

By more than double.

(exhaling)
- That is great news.

So, does that mean I can
represent Frontier Jeans
from Canyon?

- Hmm, you're still gonna have

to prove to me you're more
than just a one-trick pony.

- Challenge accepted.

(sheep bleating)

- What did I tell you?

- Mr. Brigsby,
we're here about those sheep.

- Yeah, I figured as much
and I'm not selling
to the likes of you.

Going back on your offer
to my daughter.

- Well, then who you selling to,
huh? 'Cause I don't see
a line out your door.

- Word around town is you've
over-grazed your pastures

and that's why you're looking
to get rid of your flock.

- See, here's what
we're offering.

We take your sheep to our ranch,
there's lots of pasture
for them to graze on--

- And you pay us a small fee
to keep them fed and watered.

- You just want me to give them
over and pay you for it?

That don't sound like a deal.

- Come shearing time,
we'll do all the work.

And we'll split the earnings,
50-50.

- All right then, best of luck
with your feed bill.

It could take years
for that pasture to grow back.

- If it ever does.
- Fine!

Y'all got yourself a deal.

(mellow music)

- Hey.
- Hey.

(horse neighing)

- Hello.

- Heard you on that radio show.

That Chad sure sounded nice.

- Friendly caller.
- Mm.

Missy. I'm proud of you.

- Well, this ranch is my home.

And I want to do everything
I can to fight for it.

- Can't keep it afloat
on a shoestring forever.

- It's not going to be forever.

And Cash will land
that sponsorship, eventually.

(scoffs)

But you don't want that, do you?

- I don't have to rely
on that sponsorship.

- Is that why you've been
keeping him
from getting a new bull?

- Truth is,

no mother wants her son
riding bulls.

- I know.

Which is why I'm gonna do
everything I can

to make sure he stays safe.

- Why do I feel like
I'm at the principal's office?

- 'Cause you are.

- Val. Great job getting
those sheep. We need a lot more
of those ideas.

- Thanks. But I couldn't have
done it without Tuff.

- You guys make a great team.

Which is why I have decided
to make you co-foremen.

- What?
- That's not even a real thing.

- Yes, it is, if I say it is.

So, want the job or not?

- Yes.

- Good, great, well then.
It's settled.

Tuff. One more thing.

Listen, now that you're sharing
the work with Val,

I need you to focus
on keeping your brother safe.

As his bull fighter.

No, no, no, no, no.
I'm counting on you.

- Okay.

(upbeat music)

Demoted, by my own mother.

Co-foreman, it's not even
a real thing.

- One good thing about
a demotion,

you'll have more free time now,
no?

- So, I can go out on a date
once in a while?

- I hope it's more
than once in a while.

What about your music?

- Mm. What about it?

- When I saw you playing
the other day,

you had this look in your eyes.

- Me and every other
country star wannabe.

It's just a hobby.

(indistinct chattering)

- Let me ask you.

How can someone who throws
himself in front of bulls
be scared of chasing his dreams?

- I haven't been bull fighting
in a year, so...

- But your mother
wants you to now?

- For my brother.

- So, this isn't a demotion,

it's more of a... reinstatement?

(serene music)

(knocking)

- Hey.

- Uh...

Uh, a stock contractor guy
just called me back.

Turns out that bull
is headed this way.

- Well, that is great news.

- How'd you do it?

- Do what?

- When my mom's
made up her mind,

it is really hard
to get her to change it.

- I just did what
any good coach would do.

What's best for the rider.
Chad, from Canyon.

(chuckling)

- I'm willing to
give this thing a try.

If you are.

(tender music)

- What would Austin think?

- I think he'd be okay.

As long as there were
some ground rules.

Uh, Coach, athlete
kind of thing.

- Mm.
- Mm-hmm.

- Well, we'll really have
to work on the athlete thing
but uh...

- Yeah.
- All right.

Let's make you a champion.

- I'm ready as ever... Coach.

(cell phone chiming)
- Oh...

Uh, ah... Excuse me.

I gotta go.

- What about them dancin' horse
from Spain?

- Andalusians.

- Isn't that a dream of yours?
- Yeah.

(Isabel shouting):
Guys, Austin's back!

- Hey, y'all! Woo!

Hey, Mama!

- You were about to tell me
something...

- So what have you been up
to all these months, huh?

Just hanging out
and cow-tipping?
(chuckling)

- No, I have not been
cow-tipping.

We have not been cow-tipping.

- We?

- Yeah, Missy and me. Um...

- I'm gonna ask her
to marry me, Cash.

- Wait, what?!

Y'all barely been in the same
town since you got together.

I didn't think
you were serious about her.
- I wasn't.

All those lonely nights
on the road gave me
a lot of time to think.

I love her.

I want her with me.

(tense music)

- Um, she can't be a rodeo queen
if she's married, Austin.

Uh, it...

I mean you sure
she's ready for that?

- She can always so no,
can't she?

But I think this
is what she wants.

It's what I want.

(chuckling)

(subdued music)

Where you going?

(clears throat)

(scoffing)

- You gotta use this.

It has these dancing horses
that she really likes.

Trust me.

- Dancing horses.

(subdued music)

(horse neighing, trotting)

- Heard you on Desiree's radio
show. You were great.

- Did you come all the way
out here just to tell me that?

- I still had a lot
of questions.

(chuckles)

Any chance I could ask you
a few over coffee?

- Um...

Maybe some other time?

- Understood.

Well, still in the game.

- For the ranch?

- But I can't wait around
forever.

They're lots of other ranches,

even if this is the one
I really want.

(inhaling deeply)

(chuckling)

- So, when are you gonna
take me to the ranch?

- I think we said, day four?

(door bells chiming)

- Ah, really holding me out.

- Once second.

Val!

(upbeat music)

(door bells chiming)

(indistinct chattering)

(music intensifies)

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