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.
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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 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.
_
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.
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?
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? As long as...
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.
_
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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