01x02 - Rodeo and Juliet

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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.

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.

- 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.

- All right, come
on, gimme a hardball.

- A hard one?
- Yes.

- 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.

- Real answer?
- Mm-hmm.

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

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.

And then you talk
some more.

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.

Guys, Austin's back!

- Hey, y'all!

Look what the cat
dragged in!

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

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

- You were about to
tell me something.

- Just...

I, I think you're
gonna be the best

Miss Rodeo Rocky Mountain
there's ever been.

- Yeah, well...

I
had a great coach.

Hey, Austin!

- 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.

♪ 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 ♪

Hey.

Yeah, we're still out of pocket.

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

We need a plan B.

♪ Here comes the mighty storm ♪♪

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

- 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.

- 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?

- 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?

Wait, do I look like
the retiring type?

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

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.

- Okay.

- 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.

- 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.

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

- 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!

- 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.

It's beautiful.

- I told you. It's paradise.

- And big.

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

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

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.

You seem to
be texting someone.

- 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.

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.

- 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.

- sh**t. Guess he
still remembers.

- Remembers what?

What'd you do?

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

And by compete, I mean beat.

Every time.

- 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.

- Cash.

Cash, come on.

- 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?

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?

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.

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

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?

I have no...

He proposed to me with this.

Beautiful, huh?

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

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

- Like what? "The Hip
Hugger Denim" trophy

or the "Low-Rise Vintage" award?

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.

You're right, we
would.

- 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.

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.

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.

Yeah.

- You all have something
really special here.

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

- 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.

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?

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.

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?

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.

- 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...

Bye.

- I hope you're all happy.

We may have to say
goodbye to this ranch

because you just
cost us our lifeline.

- 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...

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?

- 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.

- 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

- 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.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- 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.

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.

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.

- 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?

- 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.

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

If you are.

- 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.

Oh...

Uh, ah... Excuse me.

I gotta go.

- What about them
dancin' horse from Spain?

- Andalusians.

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

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?

- 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.

- 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.

Where you going?

- You gotta use this.

It has these dancing horses
that she really likes.

Trust me.

- Dancing horses.

- 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.

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.

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

- I think we said, day four?

- Ah, really holding me out.

- Once second.

Val!

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