We all have different stories to tell.
Sometimes about the same events.
Sure, when times are good,
we might remember things the same way.
But when times are tough,
when some things happen that might not be easy
to talk about or look at,
that's when we must fight to find the truth.
Aubree, my love...
I've been having that feeling, like something bad is coming.
Seems I was right.
I shouldn't have left.
I thought I was running from not being able
to provide for you the way I wanted.
But turns out...
I was running from myself.
Just let me...
finish my letter.
Who you writing to?
Family, back home in Louisiana.
I've always wanted to go there.
Why is that?
I heard the food was good.
This arrow,
it ain't yours by any chance?
Might be.
Hmm.
- Fighting over? - For now.
- But you always come back. - I'm not them.
I couldn't carry out my orders.
I'm done.
And I don't know what to do now.
Not that it matters.
You can leave.
Go back to your family.
Those men in uniforms
don't take too kindly to deserters.
If I go back now,
I put my family at risk.
Then head the other way.
Further west.
That an invite?
If you need one.
They're not gonna kill you.
Well, that's a relief.
Can you...
can you tell them I said thank you?
I spoke to the elders about you staying.
It's gonna take time for some not to see you as an enemy.
Well, I guess we lead by example.
Thank you for helping me,
for giving me sanctuary.
It's a place you go to find peace.
It's safe.
Teach me more of those words.
Long as you teach me some of yours.
Hey.
Thought I'd make myself useful
by making the weapon that got me.
Calian, what's wrong?
I have some news.
From town?
From the sheriff who's been mailing your letters.
He received a message from Louisiana.
From my family?
_
I know you're gone,
but I still need to do this,
to write to you.
Maybe it's a way to keep your memory alive.
To remind myself of us.
Maybe it's to tell this part of our history.
You must be Augustus.
Calian said you'd be coming in.
Sheriff.
Take a seat.
Want some water?
Thank you.
My condolences about your family.
Wasn't your fault.
Not being there.
Back home.
Sheriff, I'm here to turn myself in for desertion.
Jail time
or the firing squad.
Heavy consequences for desertion.
I'm aware of that.
So you do blame yourself.
I can't live my life as a fugitive.
And I got somebody up there now
that's looking down on me.
I won't let her down again.
So will you take me to Fort Worth
so I can face my charges?
I think there's another way to handle all this.
How's that?
I need a new deputy.
Someone I can trust to watch my back...
You're offering me a job?
It was Calian's idea, actually.
And I have to say, the more he talked,
the more I liked.
Educated, speak more than one language, military experience...
Sheriff.
You want a deserter for a deputy?
Well, son,
the way I understand it,
you made a tough choice.
Saw your enemy eye to eye.
Easier to squeeze that trigger.
And here you are,
making another tough choice.
Rather than be a criminal,
you want to face the consequences,
even when you know that could mean death.
Wearing the badge
comes with hard choices.
And you strike me as a man
who's made them his whole life.
I never considered being a lawman.
Neither did I.
Calian said you deserve a new life.
This could be your chance to find it.
This badge needs you more than you need it.
Sometimes when we feel like it's the end of a story,
a life,
a new one presents itself in ways
that makes us want to live again,
to write a new chapter.
To find purpose.
One more thing.
Calian told me
your last deputy was killed.
Found in a ravine, shot in the back.
You didn't attend his funeral.
You killed him, didn't you?
I had to.
He turned on me.
On this town.
Just 'cause you wear the badge
doesn't mean you're above the law.
I'll remember that.
Let me show you the town, Deputy.
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Whether it's by choice or circumstance,
folks come from all over for a new life out west.
While some embrace the opportunity,
others are simply escaping a past.
Or maybe themselves
as they step foot off their stagecoach.
Hey! Hey!
Thanks for your support.
_
Can always use more prostitutes there,
now that the train's coming, little lady.
Why don't you try calling me that again,
see how unladylike I can be.
Good morning, sir.
You wouldn't, by any chance, be looking for some assistance
with all of your, um...
whatever it is that you do here? I...
Uh, I mean, I can't say that I've castrated a bull
or skinned a bear in the technical sense,
but I'm more than willing to learn.
I am seeking gainful employment, preferably indoors.
You know, that town's gonna get a whole lot busier
with the train coming through.
Hi. I...
Yeah, you can sit here
in the shade.
If you want.
Thank you.
Oh.
_
Did you ever have one of those days where you,
you just want to crawl into a hole
until it's all over with, you get a new one?
Don't mind the bitter days.
They give the sweet ones their flavor.
I always hated when my father would talk like that.
Offering wisdom like a simple recipe.
And here I am.
All right, I could sit out here all day, but...
You need to find a job?
I do need to find a job.
Honestly, I'm pretty certain of where I'll end up,
but I thought I'd get the lay of the land while I could.
We're all searching for a home.
A place where we feel like we belong.
- Thank you. - Sometimes,
that place is actually a person...
Someone left this behind,
but I think it is yours now.
... who seems to know you already...
... without having to say much.
That's ridiculous.
No more sun.
No more sun. Thank you.
What is that?
Huh?
Kicking in place with frowns on your faces.
Obstinate toy soldiers!
I should do the show myself.
Better than the cadavers I see before me.
You know what, get out. Out!
Go!
And don't come back until you care.
That was inspiring.
Excuse me?
You know, you could have offered up something
that you like.
You could have walked them through what you expect
- without all the... - Buzz off, little bee.
Tone. Charming. I heard you were hiring.
Toilet scrubber. 50 cents a day,
dollar room and board.
Help now!
Hey.
You okay?
You know, you can't talk to people that way.
You need to be careful with people. They're fragile.
Come again?
The show. Th-There's no spontaneity.
They don't, they don't feel safe.
You talking about my dancers?
Well, they're not yours.
They need to feel free up there, they need to feel
like they can reinvent themselves.
Any other ideas?
Dollar a day,
free room and board, I'll help you run things.
Who are you?
Huh?
Well, I have a colleague, whispered in my ear
about her time here, memories.
She said, uh...
it might suit me.
You know, it feels like I'm auditioning for you.
You are.
Hmm.
_
Afternoon, Deputy.
Oh. Afternoon.
Yeah, you must be running the show over there at Hagan's.
Oh, I-I'm running a show.
I wouldn't say I'm running the show.
For the moment, anyway.
- You have a lovely day. - You, too.
It's awful powerful to see how transformative it can be
to feel like you have a home.
A community.
People who share your way of looking at the world.
It anchors you and gives you stability and strength.
Without it, hell,
it can feel like you're a tumbleweed
blowing in the wind.
Sometimes the path we're on is clouded by the ones
who brought us into this world.
_
Mama...
why are we back here?
Thought we'd swing by where you were born
while we pass through.
Why didn't we stay?
'Cause it was nothing back then.
And it's not much better now.
You tired of seeing the world with me?
You want to put down roots and quit living?
Never.
That's my Hoyt.
All right, you ready to take some money
from some people that don't need it?
What's the play?
You be adorable,
flash those big blues
while Mama cleans up.
When I give you the signal, act like your tummy aches
to high heaven.
Let's go have some fun.
- Good evening, sir. - Good evening to you, miss.
- Nice boots, cowboy. - Thank you, young man.
- Ah, I'm so sorry. - Well, that's okay, ma'am.
How high can you count, mister?
Pretty high, young fella.
? One, two, three... ?
Help me! Oh, God. Aah!
It feels like there's eels in my tummy
squirming to get out!
Now take it easy, son.
Try to stay calm and tell us where it hurts.
Oh, it seems the good Lord's punishing me
for all those delicious lollipops.
Well, how many did you eat?
Young man, where are your parents?
- Oh! - Let's get you to the doctor.
Thanks for opening your hearts to us.
Hey, where's my watch?
Lollipop city, kid.
Stella Rawlins.
No, I'm, um...
I'm Beatrice Farley.
You used that one in Gallop.
And then you used Lenora Carrol in Corpus Christi.
Ma'am,
you're under arrest for robbery, theft,
public indecency.
Mama.
I need, I need to get him to the Reyes ranch
outside of town.
You're coming with me right now.
Okay.
Okay, Hoyt, this is what you're gonna do.
- Listen to me... - I'll find you,
bust you out, Mama.
My little outlaw.
I will come back for you as soon as I settle all this.
Come on, ma'am, let's go.
I always knew it'd end this way.
I love you, Mama.
Even if we could outrun those clouds
that follow us our whole lives,
deep down we'd know we just missed the rain.
Feel like I seen you before.
Maybe I just got one of those faces.
You waiting for the train?
Train?
Train come all the way out here?
So...
what'd the three-legged dog say
when he walked in the saloon?
"I'm looking for the man who shot my paw".
So,
how you gonna do it?
Now, what's that?
Catch...
the train.
Ah.
I'm thinking I, uh, let you distract 'em,
then ride up the other side where they ain't looking.
It seems kind of easy, don't it?
So, you making small talk
'cause you're ready to partner up?
I lost my only good partner a long time ago.
Ain't looking for a new one.
Well, that's too bad.
You, uh...
You got any more jokes?
No more ruining my punch lines.
You got to be kidding me.
What have I gotten myself into now?
Hello.
Hoyt Rawlins?
Lucia Reyes.
Are you going in there?
- Well, H-Hagan's was all booked. - Huh.
For some reason I don't believe you.
Well, why don't we stroll up there, find out?
Stay the night.
And what would I tell my family?
I don't know, you left town.
This old song.
Oh, you love this song.
You know, you still haven't given me a good reason
why you won't sing it with me.
Whenever I'm in town,
I walk by the sheriff's
and look at the new wanted posters.
Sadly, that's the only way of knowing
if you might pass through.
Look, it's hard for me to be here, Lucia.
Some good memories.
- - - Some not so good.
You're just like her.
I read the paper.
Even the Pinkertons are after you now.
Maybe next time, Hoyt.
Boss just sent me for his laundry.
- Just one second. In the back. - Of course.
What the hell?
Say, did you hear that news about the preacher
in Angel Springs?
He died last night in the loving embrace of a White Dove.
I hope his prayers were answered.
Oh, yeah, somehow I feel like they were.
- I'll see you tomorrow, Kai. - Tomorrow.
In trouble again?
Just need to hide out for a minute.
Oh, got you something.
Don't make a deal out of that.
What is this?
Well, with me all over and you here,
I figure I'd give you a look into the world out there.
They're calling 'em "post cards".
Thank you.
Yeah.
You sure I can't help?
Food. Anything?
You know...
There is something you can do for me.
Any chance you know how to make me some priestly garb?
I don't know if you heard, but Angel Springs
is in the need of a new preacher.
Well, any town with a distillery,
that's the Holy Land for laying low in my good book.
They say blood is always thicker.
But for those of us with no kin...
... we'll take water, whiskey, even tea.
Gambling may seem like an individual sport,
but every move you make is tied to the others playing the game.
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
That's my fourth... wait, no, fifth roll.
Hey, what can I say?
The sun shines a little brighter on some of us.
Ain't that right, big brother?
You sure you're not shaving those down?
Maybe rounding the corners with those cactus hands of yours?
Yeah, who's cheating now?
Trying to take my throwing arm out, huh?
What's the matter, Aunt T? The meeting not go well?
Let's just say Liam Collins has sprouted himself a conscience.
If he had a problem with the plan, he should've told us weeks ago.
So what gives?
Not what, who.
He went and got married. Brought her along with him.
And she sounds like a real church bell.
Opinionated, high-minded.
He said she made him want to be a better husband.
She does sound terrible.
I don't like it.
She could go and ruin everything,
if she hasn't already.
And he can't be trusted.
You want to get rid of him?
- All right. - Ah, yeah, the missus, too.
Why don't we just ride out to Boston,
- slaughter the whole family? - Okay, yeah, we should.
Oh, goodness, I don't know about all that,
but he's right about the girl.
- Fetch me some soda water, would you? - All right.
Oh, and some ice would be nice, too.
Yeah, sure thing, Aunt T.
How are we gonna find somebody to replace Collins?
Well, you could go.
I'm already sheriff of Texarkana.
Why don't you send Shane? He would love it out there.
Your brother couldn't find his own behind
if he had both his hands in his back pockets.
Besides, he's loyal to that daddy of yours.
You've been living in a railroad town.
You can work this to our benefit.
What's to work? Independence, it's...
Unkept, uncivilized. I know.
That's why we were gonna send that Collins boy, but...
Independence could be the first town
we build from the ground up.
We always knew this day was gonna come.
As long as that railroad keeps barreling out west,
so are we.
Besides.
It's time you show that family of yours
what you can do.
Take your seat at the table before that brother of yours
comes along and steals it right out from under you.
And you don't have to like it.
But you'll do it.
For family.
I'm sorry, are you telling me I can't take all my belongings?
They won't fit in the wagon? I have to leave things behind?
Well, no. Some of them can.
You just have to be real picky.
Yeah, like you could take a bunch of little things
or just a few big things.
Thank you, that's-that's helpful, um...
I'm sorry, I just need a moment to decide.
The-the trunk of clothes, please.
Um, all the books, art supplies.
People change our lives in ways we never expect.
Sometimes they come along before we ever knew
they were there.
And... the piano, please.
Ma'am, are you sure?
Th-This piano belonged to my grandmother.
We-we used to play it every day.
Look, I've left everything I know
and everyone I love to come here.
This... it's the last piece I have of my family.
The good parts of it, anyway.
And I'll be damned if it's left to rot here in the sun.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go find my husband.
_
"I dream with my eyes open".
Hello?
Hello!
Yes?
Uh, I'm Abby.
Abby Collins. I know.
Our husbands spoke back in Wichita.
He's gonna be sheriff, you're gonna be a schoolteacher.
Yes, that's right. Um, uh, perhaps you'd like
- to sit down, and we can... - No, thank you. I just came over
to ask you to kindly shut the hell up.
Excuse me?
For the past week I have listened to you gripe
about the heat, the rocks in those fancy shoes,
and you banging on that damn piano
all hours of the night.
I'm terribly sorry to have bothered you with the music.
- I didn't think it mattered out here. - Why?
'Cause people like us don't matter?
That's not what I said.
I may not have fancy frocks or the art,
but you'll see that none of that matters out here.
All that matters is family.
Now, if you don't mind...
Hey, are you all right?
Something's wrong.
I have some dresses for cloth. We need water now.
And for God's sake, get this woman some shade!
I'll be right back, sweetheart.
I can't pay for those dresses.
I don't want your money.
Despite what you may think of me,
we're women, and in a way that makes us family.
You got any kids?
Uh, the, the family I have,
I didn't think it was right.
Then I met my husband, and he reinspired my faith.
He's your people.
I lied earlier.
Your song, it's beautiful.
I hope you get to finish it one day.
Okay.
There's a moment that happens to us
out on the frontier...
...when you realize all you have
is the sky over our heads
and the dirt at our feet.
To make a new world for ourselves,
we have to let the old fall away
if we're to survive.
Guess you can say it's like...
being born anew.
Sam.
Sam, what's wrong?
Where's Eliza?
She started bleeding in the middle of the night.
Before I could do anything to help, she was gone.
- I'm so sorry. - I don't know what to do.
Will you take her?
She deserves a better life than I could give her.
All this child needs...
is a loving father.
Sam, I...
I know you're scared.
This frontier does that to you.
It pushes you beyond your limits.
But that is when you have to hold on.
Because on the other side of that fear
is knowing just how strong you are,
and a life more beautiful
than you could possibly imagine.
We decided to name her Abigail.
You can come visit her anytime in Austin.
May I?
They say you're the author of your own story.
At any time, you can choose
to write something different for yourself,
but...
... changing your story
isn't as easy as it sounds.
Hey, big brother.
Shane, what the... ?
What are you doing here?
Well, Aunt Teresa sent me.
Wanted to make sure the job got done.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
So, is it done?
No, it's not.
It's been a week.
What have you been doing out here?
Waiting for the right moment.
Oh, all right, well,
just know that if you can't,
I'm here to help.
Hey, that's what brothers are for.
Now, I was thinking...
... maybe we could just take out Liam.
Then walk off alone, make it look like an Indian attack.
That way there's fewer questions, no witnesses.
It's actually smarter that way.
I can't decide what's more pathetic...
you falling for a woman that you've never met
or you falling for a woman you're supposed to kill.
No, I knew you wouldn't understand. You don't think ahead.
You're like an ant, you just keep pushing
what's in front of you.
Okay, well, I may not understand the mastermind
that is Tom Davidson, but I also don't forget.
This is just like Rosalin.
You don't say her name.
Forbidden love.
That's your type.
It didn't have to be forbidden.
Father just didn't approve of her because she was poor,
so he drove her away.
Made her whole family disappear.
It was for your own good, Tommy.
For my own good? What does that mean?
She was trying to get her hooks into you and our money.
What the hell are you talking about?
What does that mean?
Okay, look, it... it was 15 years ago.
Okay, who knows? Who cares?
But you need to forget about her and this Collins woman.
She's just a job.
You don't just forget someone like her.
And she is not just a job.
There's something about her.
Shane, hey, what are you doing?
Shane. Shane, stop!
Stop!
_
It's been said
the roots of any family tree
are always more twisted underground
than they seem on the surface.
The odd group of people who make up the family of Independence
is no exception.
Hello, Deputy.
Afternoon, Joe.
You up for a little game of horseshoes later on?
Oh, you want to lose again.
All right. No crying this time.
Last time I let you win.
This time I won't be so nice.
Independence has become a home.
At times I feel like I found a family here.
Thank you, Deputy.
I've sworn to serve and protect them.
Deputy, I have your laundry.
Uh, I'll drop it off in one hour.
Kai, take your time. Thank you.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
But the truth is...
... they'd do the same for me.
Even the ones who don't count themselves
as branches on our tree.
I'm glad, too, 'cause I got that feeling again, Aubree.
Like something bad is gonna happen.
Can I help you with something?
I'm Tom Davidson,
new sheriff in town.
You must be my deputy.
Shall we?
At least this time I'm not running.
If my fight to find the truth gets me killed,
it won't be the end of my story.
Gus! For God's sake, shoot him.
No, Tom's the one!
- He's the killer! - Kill him!
Gus.
Come on, Gus.
Come on, come on. You did the right thing.
He was gonna kill you.
Let's get out of here. Come on.
What the hell are you doing, Gus?
No one is above the badge.
No, Shane, no!
For family.
Twisted roots or not,
there's a darkness underneath in all of us.
It's love that can light the torch,
show us the way.
I had to kill him, Tom.
I couldn't let him take you.
But we need each other to keep that flame burning.
To find a path through the darkness.
Help tell each other's stories of who we were...
... and how we got here.
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