(upbeat banjo music begins)
- This ranch, it ain't like no place you ever worked.
(upbeat banjo continues)
- Nothing prettier on this earth,
it's free as a man can be.
- So just to clarify, Colby's mom, that's a cougar?
(boys laughing)
- That'll be the last time you ever refer
to my mom as a cougar.
(boys laughing)
(bull roars)
- This is fucking nuts!
(bull roars angrily)
- Let's not talk about work at the dinner table.
(loud explosions)
- Thank you for all that land around your father's ranch.
We have big plans for this valley.
- These guys won't take prisoners either.
- Come and get it.
- I plan to.
- My great-great-grandfather and my oldest son,
every Dutton who died is buried 300 yards
from my back porch.
- Ranching is the only business where the goal is
to break even.
- Survive another season.
(loud galloping)
- You know, I got half a mind to run up that hill
and do it again.
- Don't think of it as a brand.
Think of it as tenure.
- Everyone's forgotten who runs this valley.
- If you build something worth having,
someone's going to try and take it.
- The sting never fades with me.
It is a painful lesson.
And one you're about to learn.
- Livestock association!
- Reserve agents, Dutton still running that scam?
(loud crashing)
(grunting)
- You leave now, or you never leave.
- Why can't we live right here?
Like this, all the time?
- You know I ask myself the same thing, grandson, every day.
Every day.
(silverware clinking)
- What the?
Gator, what the fuck is that?
- Grilled octopus.
- We want the same thing.
- Well, I agree with you on that.
- Hey.
- Hey!
Don't throw things at my dad.
- Hey, hey hey!
- Oh!
- It's okay buddy.
(men laughing)
(crowd cheering enthusiastically)
- Haha!
(Beth and Jamie grunting)
- Let's just skip straight to the real problem
between us.
- It's too early in the morning
to dig up that skeleton, Jamie.
- What are you doing?
This ain't no goddamn train station!
- Sure it is.
Long black train.
(gunshot rings)
(loud thump)
- You see that fence?
That's mine.
Everything this side of that mountain,
all the way over here, mine too.
You're trespassing.
- Do you mind making me a smoothie please?
- Sure, what kind of smoothie?
- Two scoops of ice cream,
three shots of vodka.
(rushing water)
- What is it?
- Wolf.
- What, the same one?
- Yeah.
- It's not colon cancer, John.
You have an ulcer and it's ruptured.
(melancholy banjo music)
A brand isn't something you earn,
it's something you live up to.
- You alone, Jimmy?
- I'll take that as a yes.
(taser zapping)
(soft thump)
(upbeat banjo music)
(banjo music fades)