Come on!
Will you miss it?
Boston?
My cases, scandal, corruption?
- Mm. - I don't think so. Hey.
This is a fresh start for us.
Don't be scared.
I'm not.
I'm... I'm excited.
You spend your whole life in one place,
going somewhere new can suddenly be...
Scary?
Shall we review the Old Codes?
Section 2.05,
the burden of proof had some perplexing word choices.
It sure did.
You're my only student
until the town builds a schoolhouse.
If you have it your way, it'll be within two weeks.
The laws are different out here.
If you're going to be Sheriff Collins,
- you need to know these things. - There's crime everywhere.
Doesn't matter if it's harbor views
or prairie views.
Liam, your last case wasn't your fault.
I don't want to think that
had something to do with us heading west.
We both hated it.
It was suffocating.
Look, we couldn't change Boston,
but this place, Abby...
is what we make of it.
I just don't like to think you're hiding something from me.
I love you
more than you will ever know.
That's my only secret.
- What was that? - It's probably just an animal.
Whoa.
Abby.
Git. Hyah!
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For I will forgive their wickedness
and remember their sins no more.
You ain't forgiving a damn thing.
Well, maybe you prefer Micah 7:19.
I prefer you keep digging.
You ain't no preacher.
We welcomed you in
and you stole from us.
A sermon of lies every Sunday.
- They were good sermons, Jacob. - Don't matter.
This ends here and now.
- I can get your money back. - It ain't about the money.
It's always about the money.
You slept with my wife!
If it makes you feel any better,
she wasn't the only one.
Oh, you know...
... a man of my spot gives their last words
right about now, but...
seeing as I was the one
who listened to your confessions,
maybe I could hear one more.
Why would I confess to a dead man?
Come on, Jake, I know something's eating you.
Could always tell.
Yeah, you could.
Fine.
I sinned.
I gambled last weekend.
Thought you were at a cattle auction.
It was a lie.
I got swindled out by some high rollers.
Had chips stacked as high as any building.
Where was this den of sin?
Independence. Near Austin.
- Independence, huh? - I didn't tell you
to stop. Come on, you keep...
Change of ownership, my friend.
Old Jacob ever give you a name?
No?
Yeah, no worries.
How about...
Cordell.
_
How are you feeling?
H-How long have I been here?
Four days. We found you in the plains.
The elders healed you.
Can you thank them?
_
Where are you from?
Boston.
Uh, it's-it's east in...
Massachusetts. I've read of Boston.
- Where did you learn to speak... - I used to scout
for the U.S. Cavalry.
_
What-what does that mean...
"djon-deh-zee"?
Walks in Tall Grass.
What they call you.
My-my name is Abigail.
Abigail Collins.
I'm Calian.
My husband...
he was supposed to be the sheriff
of Independence.
Do you know where that is?
I need to tell them what happened.
Find Deputy Augustus.
He's a good man. He'll help you.
You aren't coming with me?
Some might not want to see an Apache with a white woman.
Well, that should change.
Maybe one day.
Thank you. I hope to see you again.
_
Ma'am.
- What do you think? - I'm sorry?
New here, aren't you?
Eyes as wide as saucers. So...
what do you think?
- Of the town? - Mm-hmm.
Hard to say. I'm not sure I'll be staying.
You know, a lot of people say that when they first get here.
So, any first impressions?
I'm not sure. Or are you talking about the town again?
You still homesick?
Well, listen, the post office is right over there
if you need to send a letter back east.
They just had a telegraph system put in.
What hath God wrought?
Oh, educated, too.
Hm.
Well, that rules out you being a white dove.
- A white dove? - Prostitutes.
Most of them came down from the mining towns up north.
Once they heard a train might be coming through here,
they bloomed.
Do you know where the sheriff's office is?
Sheriff's office?
It's not a crime to sell your body here. Least not yet.
No, I need to report something else.
What happened?
You ask a lot of questions.
True.
Down to the end, on the left.
Welcome to Independence.
Oh!
Uh...
Pardon me, your highness.
It's a bit early for that.
What's that?
- Drink. - Drink?
Well, hell, sounds like a great idea.
Care to join me?
In there? Rather not.
Ah. Beneath you, I suppose.
What sort of a man drinks during the day?
Oh...
the kind that doesn't care what royalty thinks of me.
Or the kind with something to hide.
How about that?
Yeah, looks like rain.
See, I'm not sure if you're gonna slap me.
- Are you? - I'm quite sure of it.
Now just isn't the time.
So, what do you want to talk about now?
Afternoon, ma'am.
- Can I help you? - Yes, I need to speak to the deputy.
That'd be me. Name's Augustus.
Augustus.
Calian said I could trust you.
You know Calian?
- He brought me into town, and then... - Yeah.
Calian has mixed feelings about coming down here.
Oh, he's curious, but he...
Ma'am...
is there something I can help you with?
Yes.
It's the sheriff. He's...
Well, he just arrived yesterday.
He's, uh, talking to the judge as we speak.
Uh, ma'am, this is Tom Davidson,
our new sheriff.
Morning.
How can I help you?
I'll let you two get to it.
Is something rattling you?
You seem awfully on edge.
You're the new sheriff?
Just sworn in and all.
I was made aware of the position a few days ago, to be honest.
Did the last sheriff...
Retired.
There was another man who wasn't fit for the job.
He didn't even show up, from what I gather.
Where were you before this?
Were you a-a lawman elsewhere?
Texarkana.
That's a portmanteau.
Hmm?
It's when three words become one.
Texas, Arkansas, Louisiana.
Portmanteau.
Learn something new every day.
As do I.
So is there something I could help you with, ma'am?
Yes. My ring.
I... I thought it might've been stolen, but I...
just remembered where I lost it.
I'll be seeing you, ma'am.
What'd the three-legged dog say when he walked in the saloon?
"I'm looking for the man who shot my paw".
Don't like jokes, huh?
- I just prefer the humorous ones. - Mm.
Serious man in a serious game.
All right, then.
Raise.
- I can't match that. - Oh, I'm sure
you have something worth wagering.
Boo.
Won that off some drunk old Mexican down in San Antone.
Said he found it right after the Battle of the Alamo.
Yeah, people died there
for all this.
You just gonna bet that all away?
What...
- you got family that died there? - How about
we quit talking and play.
Pocket kings.
Mm. Unlucky, my friend.
Would you look at that.
Guess I'll just hold on to this for a little while longer, huh?
Hey, maybe next time.
You hear what I said?
I was speaking to you, Alamo.
Maybe next time.
How dare you! Where's my ring.
- Did you gamble it away? - Here, take it.
I can't believe...
Why someone would do something as low-down as that?
Well, I didn't.
Are you following me?
You got your damn ring back. What?
I saw you in there with that man.
Would you have killed him?
Well, looks like you're starting to figure out
the kind of man I am.
Hoyt Rawlins.
Lucia.
I saw you from across the street.
I'm in town with my brother.
Where is he now?
He's attending to some business for my father.
- Might be a while. - So...
we have a little time to catch up then?
- Mm-hmm. - Mm.
You.
Stay out of trouble.
Let's go find ourselves a room.
_
That's sweet.
It's kind of sad, too.
I tend to play when I'm figuring things out.
Mm.
Are you still wondering if you're, uh,
staying or just passing through?
I might have found a reason to be here.
Just not sure it's a good one.
Honey, come here.
- There. - Oh, pardon me.
Are you blushing?
- Uh, the sun, it... - Are you looking at...
- No. - It's okay. I'm just kidding.
You seemed like you could use a laugh.
Who is the showman in the mural?
That is Nathaniel Hagan. He is about as subtle
as a flying brick, and he runs this place and the hotel.
If the new sheriff doesn't buy him out, if rumors prove true.
A sheriff and a businessman?
You say that like it's suspicious.
People aren't what they seem.
Mm, right about that.
You know, people here,
they're all running from something,
trying to find themselves out here.
Maybe that's why they call it Independence.
And what are you running from?
Kate Carver.
I should go.
You know, there's a big show tonight.
Half the town will be there. You should, uh, you should come.
- I don't have a place to stay. I... - I do.
It's upstairs. Rent's cheap.
Well, until the sheriff hikes the prices.
You know, he did ask Kai
to do his laundry for free the other day.
Who's Kai?
Hi, honey.
Kai does the hotel laundry.
More importantly, he's opening a restaurant in town.
Ma'am,
this is Tom Davidson, our new sheriff.
Hagan said you would help with the laundry. Follow me.
Right foot, here we go.
He thinks you're a white dove, precious.
Like you said, we're all trying to find ourselves.
Where were you?
It's been over a month.
Were you in trouble again?
In jail?
Mexico?
Jail in Mexico?
There was a... calling of sorts, but...
I found my way back to you.
Who was the woman downstairs?
Someone with too many questions.
What?
Something you need to tell me?
Later.
Right now, we only have time for this and
maybe a song.
I'll take that.
Oh, thank you.
I'm sure you have to get back to Hagan's.
Actually, I don't work for him. I just...
wanted to help.
Did you... want something to eat?
Egg drop soup.
Please, sit.
Uh, what is that?
The egg drop soup?
Eggs, uh, chicken broth,
scallions, and, uh, tofu.
- What is tofu? - Tofu.
Bean curd. It's good.
Thank you.
Oh, I-I don't have any money.
Oh, consider it your wages
for helping me with the laundry.
Mmm.
Where are you from?
Boston.
And you?
Macau.
In China.
I've never met anyone from China.
How did you end up here?
I worked on, um,
the railroads.
Save enough money, learn enough English
to, uh, start a business here.
Did you know anything about this place before you arrived?
I knew the railroads would come.
That it would become something one day.
That's very brave of you.
Sometimes, you just know when you need a new beginning.
Can I ask, uh,
how did you end up here?
I suppose
I needed a new beginning, too.
How long will you stay this time?
I don't want to overstay my welcome.
You won't.
Luis.
Hoyt.
- What are you two doing? - Well, I...
ran into Lucia. We thought we'd
take a stroll looking for you.
I thought you were buying a dress.
Well, I didn't see any I liked.
Did you get everything father wanted?
Looks like a lot more than just cattle feed.
You got problems out at the ranch?
It's nothing we can't handle.
Come on, Luis, what?
Bandits? Comanche?
Someone stole our cattle couple nights ago.
Few days later, we found out
a family of ranchers laid claim to the land beside ours.
I knew something was bothering you.
I wanted to tell you...
See you.
Meet me tonight, by the oak trees.
Okay.
_
Would you like some more?
Thank you, I...
I have to send a message. Um, another time?
Another time.
I love you more
than you will ever know.
That's my only secret.
Afternoon.
That song you were whistling...
I heard the sheriff humming it this morning.
It's kind of catchy.
You know it, by chance?
No.
All right, well, you have a beautiful day
here in Independence.
- Ten, 20, 30, 40. - Much obliged to you, sir.
Ma'am? How can I help you?
Yes. I would like to, um...
I'd like to make a withdrawal, please.
Do you have an account?
I believe my husband
wired some money about a month ago.
Is he here with you?
Uh, no.
Ma'am, I'm gonna need some type
of documentation, some proof.
Maybe if you can tell me
your name, I can look up your account.
I need to know who you are.
I am...
... djon-deh-zee.
I'm sorry?
My name is Abigail.
Abigail Walker.
Afternoon, folks. This here's a robbery.
Everyone just take a little siesta
down on the ground.
There it is. You two.
Empty out those cash boxes
and hand over whatever else you got back there.
Ma'am, I know it's a lot
- to take, but if you could just lie down. - I will not.
- Then sit down. - No.
Pardon me, your highness,
but I really think you should listen.
Have you thought this through?
You might not it out of here in one piece.
Aah!
Maybe I didn't
- make myself clear. - That's my gun.
No one is gonna be a hero today.
Robbery?
Why not round it out with kidnapping?
Is this your grand plan?
Can we talk about this another time?
Aw, damn it.
Aw, hell, not this guy.
Hold! You stole my gun!
- Get down! - Aah!
I can help myself, thank you.
Yeah, I can see that.
So...
why did you help me?
That's the question.
What am I supposed to do now?
Help me.
You want me to help you?
As unlikely as that seems, yes.
Why are you even in Independence?
My husband.
He was a police officer in Boston.
He was a good man, but the city was cruel,
warped, crooked.
He was too good to bend to its will,
so we left to come here,
so he could be sheriff.
Yeah, well,
you strike me as a strong-willed kind of lady.
Why did you agree to trade Boston for...
this place?
I had my troubles, too.
- Oh. - My family.
They are cruel,
warped, crooked.
Now your husband's the new sheriff, huh?
My husband was killed.
Happened a week ago.
I'm not sure. I was recovering from this.
Who did that?
Who killed him?
The new sheriff.
I want you to help me kill him.
Lady,
- someone stole your rudder. - You're a criminal.
Not a good one, if earlier was any indication,
but a criminal, no less, with a gun,
who knows what it's like to take a man's life.
Yeah, and how would you know that?
My husband served in the war, too.
You can tell.
This is a bad idea, lady.
Why don't you just testify to what happened?
What, against a man who now wears a badge?
Who this town is throwing a welcome party for?
I'm a stranger.
No one is going to believe me.
- What if I don't agree? - I will tell
everyone you robbed a bank,
took me hostage,
and paint the wanted ads myself.
I'm quite the artist.
Cordell, you hearing all this?
It has to be tonight.
At-at the dance hall. He'll be there.
Yeah, so will half the town.
Listen, I don't think you understand.
This is a risk I'm not willing to take.
Besides, you ain't got any proof anyway.
If you leave now, I will turn you in.
Now, that's a risk I'm gonna take.
Little bank robbery earlier.
Been a while.
Yeah.
Took a hostage. A woman.
Folks at the bank said her name was Abby.
Abby Walker.
No one knew who she was.
You know, a lady came by to meet the sheriff earlier.
New face in town.
I'll track her first daylight.
Yeah.
Or... you can ride down with me.
Ooh.
You have that look.
Yeah? What look?
Like you did something wrong.
Says the girl who just snuck out of her family's ranch.
Come out tonight with me, to Hagan's,
- to sing. - My mother would kill me.
Your mother used to sing in cantinas.
That's how she met your father.
And yours.
Yeah, well,
never got to hear his side of it.
Sing tonight. I know you want to.
In this? In front of the town?
You said you were looking for a dress.
And...
this one...
Oh, that sang your name.
Hi, honey. You blushing again?
Thank you.
- For being so kind. - Sure.
Hey, watch close, and I'll wink at you from the stage.
I think I'm in love!
- They love you. - I couldn't have done it without you.
Thank you.
Well, that was quite a song.
Augustus. Deputy.
Lucia Reyes. This is Hoyt.
I feel like I saw you in town earlier.
Maybe on horseback?
Was a nice day for a ride.
Hm.
Well, Miss Reyes.
I'll see you around, Hoyt.
Ladies and gentlemen...
It is time
to raise your glasses
and your guns
to the new sheriff of Independence,
Tom Davidson!
You are gonna get yourself killed.
Bring on the dancing girls!
Come on... Whoa!
He deserves to die for what he did.
No.
Is that what your husband would want?
Vengeance?
Sheriff Davidson... he's from Boston.
Odds on that.
What?
- How-how did you... - Lucia told me.
Davidson's family's buying land all around town.
Stealing rancher's cattle.
Being family to the town sheriff
is one way to stay out of trouble.
Well, now,
there's that put-together mind of yours again.
So...
how does it feel to have a hero's welcome, sheriff?
Oh, feels just fine, Augustus.
Listen, I know I wasn't the town's first choice,
but I promise not to let anyone down.
'Cause I got big plans for this place.
Well, would you look at that.
Lucky on your first day.
That's got to be a sign.
- No one knows who he really is. - Well, it's like you said,
no one's gonna believe an outlaw and a stranger.
Not yet.
We need to go back,
to where it happened.
_
Someone followed us.
Tell your friend not to shoot.
W-Wait. Stop. Hey.
I know him. Stop.
I'm Calian.
Hoyt.
And then there were three.
Will you help me bury him?
_
Ma'am, I didn't know your husband.
I'm sorry for your loss.
You asked me
if I was staying here for revenge
or something else.
Maybe it's justice.
One way or another.
Portmanteau.
It's when a group of words make one word.
This place is like that,
but not words.
People.
And even without my husband...
... I feel as though I belong here.
Tom Davidson must be stopped.
So this can never happen again.
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