Cowboys live forever
Come on, Brynn!
Kick that old-a*s
son of a b*tch up!
Let's go!
Oh. Get Porshia! Get Porshia.
Holy f*ck! She's fast.
Ow!
Come 'round here,
better pack some heat
I run with bandits,
hang with thieves
Price on my head,
got the law on my back
Too many opps,
I can barely keep track
Pray for a lick
and you thought I was it
Ooh! Holy f*ck!
Go, go, go, go!
We chase 'em down
on the freeway
Ay, don't give a f*ck
if it's your B-day
Aw, give him a kiss.
I f*cking told him this. Get the
f*ck out of here.
Hey, dang! Hey!
Ugh, Clay!
Get off, Clay.
You okay?
Faster for a second.
Jesse!
Jesse, get off your phone.
Now, that's some
real cowgirl sh*t.
Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.
R.I.P. Kobe,
I'm balling like him
We made it out when
the chances were slim
Said I was crazy,
went out on a limb
Give him his head.
Go forward.
Make sure you're heating up
the audience with all your...
You know how to do it.
You're selling sh*t here.
Ooh. Whoa!
Dude, that's not
supposed to happen.
Shut up, Jesse.
I ride better than you.
Sure you do. Sure you do.
-Porshia, put your hands down.
-They are!
Yeah, Porshia.
Put your hands down.
Come on! Hang on!
I got you, you f*ck.
That's some real fake sh*t.
It's not real.
Jesus, Mom.
Why is this on?
Calm down. He's seen it before.
I said no more
scary movies for Stetson.
He's three.
He ain't gonna remember nothing.
This candy?
I said no more sugar
for his...
It's too f*cking hard
on his little body.
Jesus Christ, Mom.
- Oh, sh*t.
- Come on, buddy.
He clearly needed to take a dump
and he wouldn't do it,
so I bribed him.
Oh. Deflected. Come on.
You know what today is, right?
Yeah, I know what today is.
Here you go, old man.
This is for one last ride.
Found this by the bridge,
the one you used to make me
jump off of.
I'm pretty sure it's a fox,
but you'd know better than me.
Wish you got to see me
in the rodeo last week.
On my last flag,
I got bucked off.
It was pretty funny. I knew we
would've laughed about it.
Anyways, happy birthday.
John.
He taught me how to ride.
I mean, really ride.
The horses went crazy
when the g*n went off.
I told them to stop fighting.
But she doesn't listen to me.
When it come right down
They swing both ways
Oh, yeah, I'm gonna go around
I'll let you sleep
in my car
When morning comes,
you are far
You're gonna
try saddling?
Hey, go with your boyfriend!
Go with your boyfriend!
Hey, is he all right
on this one?
Make sure your saddle blanket's
up far enough.
I am.
-I got everybody yelling at me.
-You got an inch on that wither.
Come on, Skylar.
What are you doing?
-Who was that, Brynn?
-Oh, I don't know.
Just some guy my neighbor knew.
He said he was going
in this direction.
Where's your mom?
She hasn't been home
for a few days.
Thought maybe I could...
...stay with you again?
Yeah. You can go stunt
with Ryder today, all right?
Go help her
get the horses ready.
Brynn!
How many days has she been gone?
Uh, four days.
All right. Go help 'em out.
Here you go. You have
a good rest of your day.
- Morning, Jules.
- Hey, Tab.
You sure are turning out
a lot of 'em these days.
It's always a hustle.
I've always said, "South Dakota
will make you humble."
Hey, are your girls going today?
- Yeah.
- Awesome.
I'll be sure to pop out of the
office so I don't miss 'em.
-Sounds good. Thanks, Jules.
-You're welcome.
Hey, Tab.
We've all been praying that
you get higher bids this week.
Now go on.
Make some real money.
I will. Thanks, Jules.
Hup, hup!
7,750. Do 77 and a half.
Now 8,000.
Now five. Bid of 85.
Eighty-five, 85, 85.
Eighty-two and a half. 8,250.
8,750. Seven and a half.
A bid at 8,750.
Now 9,000. Now a bid at nine.
What do you wanna do over here?
Time to bid at 9.
What do you wanna do?
Nine thousand. Bid 9. Bid at 9.
Bid at 9. Bid at 9.
Now two-and-a-half.
Lot number 12, owned and
consigned by Tabatha Zimiga.
Lot number 12.
No.
Why?
Better?
Money, the money
Money, money, money,
money, money
Count it up, money
All right, girls.
Here we go.
Starting the bid at 1,000.
Give me a thousand.
One thousand.
Come on, guys.
Come on. Let's go.
$1,000.
Give me a thousand.
12-year-old gelding.
Kid friendly. Ranch handy.
Come on, gentleman.
These girls
come out every week
and give you
everything they got.
One thousand.
Now a bid at 1,000.
Come on, now.
Let's empty those pockets.
Give me a thousand.
That's nothing
for a horse like this.
What, am I talking to
an empty room? Come on now.
A thousand.
Can we get a bid at 1,000?
Oh, we got 1,250, girls.
It's not a total loss.
Anyone higher than 1,250?
Hey, Tabby.
I got a good one, I think.
When you gonna start
paying me for this, huh, Gummer?
Hey, pretty baby.
Easy now. Easy now.
Looks, by the marks
on his face,
that somebody left
the halter on too long.
Yeah, he's gonna be head shy.
So make sure,
when you're training on him,
you go by your seat,
not your hands, all right?
All right, will do.
And, Tabby, you should
have no-saled today.
Your horses are worth
a hell of a lot more
than what you got for 'em.
Yeah, I should have no-saled
last week, too.
But I got a lot of mouths
to feed, so...
All right.
Hey, if you need help starting
this colt, just let me know.
I'll send the girls over,
all right?
- Sounds good, okay.
- Okay.
-Who is she?
-Tabatha Zimiga.
Owns a ranch
a few miles east of Wall.
Her husband, John,
died last year.
Now she's got all these kids
living out there,
teaching 'em how
to break k*ll pen horses.
I tell you, she could diagnose
a horse in two minutes.
My wife thinks she's a witch.
But why
is everybody in a hurry?
A long time ago,
this whole area
used to be under water.
That's why it's so flat.
Except for the Badlands.
When all the water drained out,
it left these scars
on the land.
John said,
"This is what the bottom
"of the ocean must look like."
Sometimes, I miss him so much.
It feels like the Badlands
are going to come crashing down
and bury us under
75 million-year-old dust.
And she won't even say
his f*cking name.
I remember the morning
after it happened.
She sent us all out
looking for rocks.
Agate stones.
We didn't find any.
She knows everything
about horses,
what they're thinking, wanting.
No one could ride
as good as her.
She won't even try
to ride anymore.
Not since it happened.
Coming to you live
from Oelrichs Rodeo.
It's your girl, Ryder Witt.
We got one of the fastest chicks
in the barrels tonight,
Leanna.
She takes no prisoners.
And, of course, we have our
champion here. Porshia Zimiga!
She's taking names,
stealing buckles.
- Brynn.
- Oh, sh*t.
And Brynn's up next
to get her warrior buzz.
Let's roll.
Miss me?
Shut up.
Don't act
like you don't like it.
He's gonna
get you back one day.
Oh, f*ck! I can't wait.
Hey, little man. Wanna ride
with me today, buddy?
Cross my palm with silver
Tell you who I am
Take you by the hand
I ain't asking you
to believe me
I ain't asking you
to understand
Won't you look
into the future
Take my hand
And we go
to Traden Lockwood.
He's from South Dakota...
Traden Lockwood, he says,
"Let's ride."
-Come on, Tray!
-Ride that f*ck!
Hanging on a dream
You know what I mean
I've got the pedal
to the metal
I've got a full head of
steam
I'm living in the moment
I got my own scene
Get sticky!
Rough riding today.
Ladies and gentlemen,
South Dakota is
bronc-riding country.
Make sure you're moving
your legs this whole time.
You're cheating him
the whole way around, okay?
-All right.
-Gotta keep your head up
the whole time.
Look everywhere you're going.
...riders this weekend.
We've got some broken hands,
we've got some bruised egos.
But, hey,
they're gonna come back,
and they're gonna try again
for gold buckles
and bragging rights.
- Hey, baby.
- Hey, Grandma.
Your friends
at Community Bank,
one of the great sponsors
of today's...
Tracey.
Thought you'd be riding today.
Mom isn't letting me.
I crashed a dirt bike.
Left it in a ditch.
That all, Skylar?
Tell your grandma what else.
It was only, like, 10 bucks.
I gave it back.
What, you stealing?
Just don't break my heart,
or you'll break your own too.
...coming your way.
You knock one down,
we add five.
And it's all timed
on the clock.
-Tracey.
-Brett.
- How you doing, buddy?
- Hey, Dad.
Porshia's at the gate.
She's going to be up soon.
Up next,
we go to the barrel race
and let's see the cowgirls
kick up some dust.
Hey, at least your dad's here.
She said give me a tall boy
Let's go to Ryder Witt.
You can see where this kid
gets her name
because she was born to ride.
As we get to barrel one,
get around just right.
Hurry across to number two.
Friends, I've gotta say,
this kid is always having fun.
And we stop the clock
with a hard-to-beat 14 and 4!
How long her head
been shaved like that?
I like it.
Now we move
to the crowd favorite,
Porshia Zimiga,
our reigning champion
three years in a row.
Go, Porshia!
Across to number two,
we get around two
in good shape.
You talk about style,
this kid's got it.
Come on, baby girl.
Come on, go, go, go!
As we head
to number three,
what do you say
we make a little noise?
This horse she calls Bingo
is all gas and no brakes.
And there it is!
Porshia and Bingo
steal the show again...
Sissy got a buckle.
...with a 14 and two!
sh*t.
She ain't
gonna like that one.
We won.
Yeah, well,
only by a few tenths.
I'll tell you one thing.
We're gonna be
running out of buckles
if Porshia keeps winning.
She's clearing 'em out
and picking 'em up.
Oh, my God. My shirt.
You could be out there with me.
Like, dude, you stick to 'em
like your pants
are made of glue.
f*ck.
I know. I know. It's...
I'm not in it for that, man.
I'd rather see a horse learn
and become something
rather than ride it eight
seconds for a show.
Can I have my hat back?
I feel like
we need to get Brynn.
Okay.
Can you go get some hamburgers,
some bread,
and get your brother a juice?
I'm not going in there.
g*dd*mn it.
I'll pay the tab next week.
You said that two weeks ago.
Go in the g*dd*mn store.
Porshia, get yourself
something too.
I don't want anything.
Don't mess her up.
Yeah.
Don't do the nose.
Should I do purple
or yellow?
Just the cheeks.
If you don't do my wings right,
I won't be able to glare
at people properly.
Those pizza rolls
smell f*cking burnt in there.
Don't dip your finger
in so heavy, Leanna.
I don't think you're certified.
Think I'm sexy?
What's your favorite
color on her, Clay?
- Red. Or black.
- Ooh.
Red. Intimate.
Black, orange,
and... all of 'em.
- You're so weird.
- All of 'em.
You look insane.
-I think it looks pretty.
-It doesn't.
Clay, can I
do some on you?
Come on, Clay!
Not the nose.
We don't give her
privileges no more.
Here. Those court papers
came in.
Oh.
- I'm gonna beat your a*s.
- Get him, Brynn.
Jesse, this says you have court
at 8:00 a.m. on Monday.
Stop. Quit.
You still got
them shoes I got you?
- Yeah.
- Get off of me!
I think
they're in the old trailer.
And it says that you're gonna
have to repeat the 11th grade
because of how much school
you've missed.
Jesse!
Everybody out. Now!
If you start living with me,
that sh*t don't fly.
You know that, right?
Yeah.
Your aunties know
you've been
missing this much school?
As far as I know, no.
We're not playing
them games here.
If you're living here, you're
following my f*cking rules.
Yeah, that's...
a big reason
why I wanna live here.
Okay.
Go make sure them shoes
are where you say they are.
If not, I'm gonna have to buy
you another pair this weekend.
All right.
Porshia, go give your brother
a bath. Get off your phone.
Ask Jesse. Make him do sh*t.
When you asked to do something
around here, you do it.
This ain't your ranch.
You watch your f*cking mouth,
Porshia. I'm sick of it.
It's John's f*cking
ranch. Remember him?
Hey. I got it. I got it.
She's just trying to get
attention out of you.
She f*cking hates me.
John said,
"When the water
tore through the Badlands,
"it was the fastest thing
anyone could imagine."
"Almost as fast
as me riding Bingo."
Quit it! Hey! Stop it!
And I actually
believed him.
Porshia, let go!
Quit it! Quit it! Quit it!
Let go. Breathe. Breathe.
Your ma used to do that too.
Didn't really do sh*t
to stop her, though.
I'm not really one
to say jack sh*t.
I let a lot of things
slide by with Tabby
that I probably
shouldn't have.
You gonna say anything?
Tell me I'm...
wrong. I was
a good mother? Anything?
You little sh*t.
f*ck.
Porshia, she was your age
when she had Skylar.
f*ck.
We were all just...
kids.
Hey, stop pulling
your hair out
and beating the sh*t
out of yourself
or whatever the hell
you do. Okay?
Okay.
You'll lose brain cells.
Can't have anyone
in this family dumber than me.
All right, baby girl.
f*ck off.
Slide off the butt, please.
Good job.
Then we can show people
that he's not gonna kick.
Smile while you're
doing it, please.
We're selling sh*t here.
Come on, girls,
take it seriously.
Need to turn this sh*t around.
Let's see your leg. Come on.
Get you up there.
All right.
See, that's how
it's done, Brynn.
Let's see you stand up.
Let's see it.
Oh, no. Oh, no.
- Oh, dang. Good girl.
- Oh, no.
All right, smile. Good job.
How about a sit sideways?
Could you spin around?
Mm-hmm.
- There you go.
Lot number 19.
Owned and consigned
by Tabatha Zimiga.
Lot number 19.
Here we go! Let's start the bid
at 1,500. Fifteen hundred.
Time to bid. Time to bid.
Fifteen hundred.
Just look at this girl go.
These girls can put on
a hell of a show.
Time to bid. Time to bid.
One thousand five hundred.
Time to bid. Time to bid.
Fifteen hundred.
Okay! We got 1,700.
One thousand seven hundred.
Time to bid. Time to bid.
Can we get 2,000?
Can we get 2,000?
Two thousand. Two thousand.
Come on, don't miss
this opportunity.
Two thousand. Now,
what a deal. What a deal.
I need to see some hands.
That's low. Two thousand.
You like this? Jump on it.
Jump on it.
All right. All right.
We got 2,000.
Anyone for 25?
Twenty-five hundred.
Come on now. Let's close.
Steal of a deal.
Two thousand five hundred.
I know we can do
better than that.
Anyone for 2,500? Come on.
This horse can do it all.
Two thousand five hundred.
We got 2,000. Let's get 2,500.
Can we get anyone for 2,500?
Anyone? Anyone for 2,500?
All right. Now there is a man
who knows what he wants.
Jumping that bid to 7,000.
Seven thousand. Anyone higher
than 7,000? Seven thousand.
Sold for $7,000.
Jumped the bid 5,000
and got him.
Yeah.
I can't figure out
if he's stupid or not.
But judging by that trailer,
he can't be that f*cking dumb.
Mm-hmm.
You put on one hell
of a show out there today.
Thanks.
Porshia, right?
Mm-hmm.
Keep up the good work, Porshia.
I'll see you around.
Hmm.
That's a nice trailer
right there.
Holy f*ck.
Tabatha Zimiga?
- Good morning.
- Good morning, Your Honor.
We brought you here today
because there's been
some confusion
on the legal guardianship
of Jesse Stands.
Yes, Your Honor.
We have his legal
guardianship stated
as Will Stands, Jesse's father.
But we have just been told
that Will Stands
has been incarcerated
for the past three years.
Yes, Your Honor.
You have petitioned
the court
for legal guardianship
of Jesse Stands,
though you are not a family
member, correct?
Yes, that's correct, Your Honor.
Mrs. Zimiga,
you have children of your own,
as well as teenagers
that are living out there
on your property with you.
-Is that right?
-Yes, ma'am.
Mrs. Zimiga,
based on the financial statement
you are required to submit...
Something about
our "financial burden."
f*ck.
Man, f*ck!
You okay?
Yeah. I don't... I don't know.
Just hard to explain,
I guess. f*ck.
I mean, knowing
you belong somewhere,
even if it just says it
on a stupid piece of paper.
I mean, f*ck, my parents
are both dead
and the courts still say
they're my legal guardian.
- Ooh, ooh, can I get one?
- f*ck off.
Come on, it's been a long day.
Don't you even think about it,
because I know you would.
Bad grandma.
Go get the girls and Skylar.
Dinner's almost done.
sh*t, I don't even want one.
I already had one this morning.
Stop trying to think of sh*t
you can do for 'em.
You got your own things
going on, Tabby.
Rich guy from the sale barn
sent Gummer over.
Said they wanna come by
in a couple of days
and buy a few more horses.
sh*t, well, we better
get 'em rode, then.
Oh, I saw this at the mailbox.
sh*t, my dad's
picking me up soon.
Why?
He's back with his
ex-girlfriend. I don't know.
That sucks.
Yo, Jesse. You...
You wanna go steal some beers
out of Grandma Tracey's trailer?
All right.
Grandma's gonna catch you
and beat the sh*t out of you.
You don't even drink, Skylar.
- f*ck!
- What the f*ck, Skylar?
Oh, sh*t!
Go chew some a*s!
And what are you doing,
you're stuck in a rut
You're giving the hate
and giving the love
You have people around
to help you back up
It's not how you fall,
it's how you get up
There's monsters
all around me
Learn to tune them out
I'm floating, finding balance
high up in the clouds
The ability won't probably
ever be around
I'm in my floating palace,
drowning out the sounds
Drowning out the sounds
Drowning out the sounds
The ability won't probably
ever be around
I'm in my floating palace,
drowning out the sounds
Oh, sh*t, Tabby.
You think their whole lives
are gonna change
because they get a couple
of small-town belt buckles?
Your life didn't change.
My life sure as sh*t
didn't change.
I think it's important
for them to know
they're f*cking good
at something.
Just saying.
Make a good living
as a semi-truck driver.
See the rest of the country.
All right pay.
You think them kids
are gonna sit
in that f*cking cab all day?
Well, they might like it.
They go together.
You got, like...
Oh, f*cking dogs!
Now let's go
and find some words.
Shut the f*ck up!
Who's here?
Oh, sh*t.
It's the boot man.
How's it going?
- Roy Waters.
- Clay.
-Nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you.
- Wes.
- Roy Waters. Pleasure.
Gummer.
Tabby will be down
in just a minute.
So, Gummer says
you're not from South Dakota.
No, sir. Fort Worth.
We have a little place
out there.
Nothing fancy, but horses
sell for good prices.
That's what I hear, but we've
never been down that way.
Yeah, Fort Worth, our horses,
they sell for a lot
of money down there.
They do.
Hey, Clay.
Are you... You from these
neck of the woods?
No, sir. I grew up on the east
side of the river.
I moved out west
a couple years back,
and Tabby hired me
as a horse trainer.
Guess I had
a hard time leaving.
I know
that story all too well.
Holy sh*t! Does this truck
have three doors?
Stay away
from my truck, Wes!
Well,
my new favorite customer.
Sorry to keep you
waiting so long.
Oh, please.
You ain't gotta apologize.
Wrangling the girls is harder
than wrangling horses.
You got any kids, Roy?
Yeah.
Well, this one,
he's 13 years old.
Had him since he was,
like, three years old.
Used him all over the ranch,
and we've used him
to train on colts,
we've used him to drag calves.
That one right there,
back on the fence line.
Uh,
he's about three years old.
He's got good running lines.
You see that one
on that paint horse right there?
Mm-hmm.
- That's my daughter.
She's a hell
of a rider, ain't she?
But if you're looking
for a rider...
Wes. Get f*cked.
Get the f*ck out of here.
Gummer tells me you've
been selling horses
on TikTok or something?
Yeah,
TikTok, sale barns.
Honestly, anything that bites.
All these kids help you
break these horses?
Yeah.
The kids have been coming out
here on and off
for the last few years,
living with me.
All their parents,
most of 'em can't find work.
They either just don't give
a f*ck or can't afford 'em.
How many acres
you got out here?
- Three thousand.
- Three thousand.
Tracey, you got more of
that apple moonshine you make?
Yeah.
I got some peach, too.
You do.
That is a treasure.
Yeah. I don't f*cking
like you sometimes,
but I love the moonshine.
- Excuse the mess.
- All right.
Who's this little cowboy?
- That's Stetson.
- Yeah? How old is he?
He's three.
That was, uh, John's son.
All right.
What you got there?
What is that?
What you playing with?
Oh, he can't talk yet.
Uh, delayed speech.
Stetson, go play in your room.
The government's paying
for him to have speech classes
a few miles west,
but they're all buffoons there.
Can you hand me
the folder, please?
Hey, Roy-Boy. Tracey makes
the best moonshine
in all of the Dakotas.
And I've had a lot
of moonshine in my time.
Sure you have.
Thank you, Tracey.
Last time I had it,
I... I ran into a wall.
Literally.
Remember that?
And I hit my head...
Hey. Gummer, why don't you
grab Wes and head outside
and go look around?
And check out the horses.
Come on.
Let's go outside.
Me?
So, Roy, um,
is there any horses
you were thinking about
taking home today?
-I could get the paperwork...
-Tabby, I got something else
I've been tossing around
in my head.
Look,
I ain't gonna pretend to be
somebody I'm not.
That said, there is
something in this for me,
but there's a hell of a lot
more in it for you.
I want to buy this 3,000 acres.
Use this ranch to expand
on what I've been doing
down in Fort Worth.
Now, your lives on this ranch
will continue
just as you know it.
The only difference is...
y'all be working for me now.
Doing what?
Come on, Clay.
Y'all know y'all got
the best horses
coming out of South Dakota.
As far as k*ll pen horses,
some of the best horses
I've ever seen.
But, I mean,
y'all ain't getting
the recognition y'all deserve.
Now, I don't know
if that's because, Tabby,
you're a woman or bad luck
or hell, look, I don't know.
You know, being a woman
is bad luck, son.
Sorry, just forgot my hat.
Sorry. It's a little
hot out there.
Look.
Every single one of y'all
got the gift
to see the potential
in a horse,
horses that most people
would have sent
to the slaughter trade by now.
You're able to harness
that potential
and put on one g*dd*mn hell
of a show to sell it.
That kind of sh*t
just goes right over my head.
But y'all ain't making
the sales.
And if y'all ain't making
the sales...
But John's parents
gave this ranch to Stetson.
No, I understand that,
and I respect that.
Look, Tabby.
I know about what happened
to your husband.
The kind of money
I'm offering you
set Stetson and
your family up comfortably,
very comfortably.
This is our home.
And like I said, it will
continue to be your home.
But it wouldn't, really.
I'm sorry. This is...
This is just
a lot to think about.
Hey.
You know, I ain't asking
for an answer right now.
Look. Why don't we try it out?
See how it fits.
We'll take Porshia
to a couple new sale barns
y'all ain't sold at yet.
You know, if it goes well,
we split
the profits accordingly
and go from there.
Chew on it a little bit.
God knows
I sure as hell could use
some of y'all's flair.
Oh, f*ck off. I see how it is.
Get me a Seven and Seven
on these f*ck.
I know you guys can afford it.
We didn't say yes, yet. So,
technically, we're still broke.
Oh, like you f*cking won't.
Hmm.
Hey, Tabby.
Clay.
Hey, Laura. How you doing?
Hey, I... I've been
meaning to call.
Would you mind keeping Brynn
for a bit longer?
She just loves you
and the girls and...
I mean...
I know you got
a f*ck ton of kids
at yours right now.
But it's like
- summer camp over there.
- Hey, Laura.
Hey, Tray.
And I will swing by
the next rodeo,
drop off some cash
to help with Brynn.
I'm... I'm just a bit short
right now. There's...
something wrong
with my debit card,
and the bank
won't call me back.
All right. Uh,
when's the next rodeo?
Twenty-eighth?
Sixteenth.
Sixteenth. That's right.
Yeah, right. Okay, 16th.
I can't wait
for you all night
'Cause the days
are getting shorter
Stood on the corner
when you passed me by
Felt you brush
against my shoulder
Was this a memory
I couldn't remember?
Was goodbye never hello?
Got a head full of holes
g*dd*mn, she's fast.
Whoo!
Race the light, baby.
Yeah! She's pushing
40-f*cking-5!
Whoo!
Whoo!
I ain't felt this good
in a long time.
You know, just...
awake.
And I'm just wide awake.
Like I ain't got a...
like a feeling
or a thought or anything.
Hey, check this one out.
That's the Tabby flair
I'm talking about.
That's all her.
That's all badass right there.
Selling horses on TikTok.
My daddy would be rolling
in his grave right now.
Welcome
to the New West, old man.
I guess so.
Ah.
Hup, hup!
Throw your feet, Clay!
Oh! Stay in there!
Stay in there! Whoo!
Hup, hup, hup!
There we go! Whoo!
- You about ready, Zimiga?
- Yeah.
That's one handsome
son of a b*tch.
Yeah.
My dad... Well,
not my dad, but John,
taught me how to ride
on a horse
that looked just like that.
What happened
to the horse?
My mom had to sell him.
Hmm. Sounds like John's
got some good taste.
Gummer said
you had a daughter?
He did, did he?
She... She k*ll herself
or something?
What, are you a witch?
I just know a lot of people
who do that type of stuff.
Come on.
Let's go raise some hell.
Whoo-hoo!
Better call your mama.
Tell her we sold
those three horses
for nine times
what we bought them for.
Also, when you call her too,
let her know we need to make
some more room on the ranch.
Are you serious?
Go on. Take a look
at your new horse.
Hard work deserves
to be rewarded, Porshia.
You did a hell of a job
out there today.
But keep it up.
We got another one next week.
Okay.
sh*t.
I got to take this.
That's a good boy.
You so pretty.
Stop f*cking
bullshitting me.
Big ole boy.
f*cking do it, you hear me?
Come home with me.
All right, you gotta
keep them on the outside!
Y'all come on, now.
I said the east pasture,
not the west corral.
I thought y'all knew
the difference
between east and west.
I couldn't catch
that bay horse.
That's all right, Jesse.
Porshia's already on it.
All right, come on, now.
Guys.
No!
-No!
-Jesse!
No!
- No. No, you won't.
- I'll take it off.
-Yes, I will.
-No, you won't.
- I will take it off.
- No, you won't.
Brynn,
how was your taxi driver?
Jesse, quit.
Don't put that on her.
- I'm not.
- Stop. Don't be a b*tch.
When are you going
to more horse sales with Roy?
I don't know.
Maybe a few weeks.
Wait. You're leaving?
Not like leaving, leaving.
Loser.
What about Kadoka rodeo?
I'm gonna be
at Coronado with Roy.
Dude, what?
You can't miss that.
You're in the finals.
Yeah, I know,
but I'll be at the next one.
You can ride Bingo
for the rodeo if you want.
Hey.
We need to find
the right colors.
Come with me.
Can you tell what color
this cabbage is?
That's right, it is
a purple cabbage. Great job!
Keep him going.
Jesse, get your hands down.
Attaboy.
All right.
Come on, now. Keep him going.
Hey, Katie! I mean...
God damn it.
Porshia! Why don't you go out
and grab some more horses
and put them in the corral?
Let's see what else
we can play with.
Come on,
force her outside, Jesse.
Attaboy.
I just rescued that blue roan.
We could get him in today.
All right. I mean,
if that's what you want
to spend your afternoon
working on.
Hey, Clay! Go grab a halter.
Come on, keep him moving,
keep him moving.
Attaboy.
All right, get your hands down.
Keep those hands down. Attaboy.
It's okay.
Easy now. Easy.
All right.
Give me that thing.
You need to tell your mom
this horse has a hole in it.
Get back. Get back.
Get back.
Easy. Easy. Get back.
Doesn't he know that horse
is barely halter-broke?
Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa!
God damn it.
h*!
- h*.
- h*!
f*ck off me!
Tie that f*ck's head down
and leave him in the corral
for the rest of the night.
m*therf*cker.
Well, that blue roan
is a subtle son of a b*tch,
ain't he?
Well, I'm going
to get some beer.
Want to go with me?
If you're buying,
I'm flying.
Life's a real metaphor, eh?
f*ck off.
Did you put
some ice on that a*s?
Oh, sh*t.
Don't tell me
I took your spot.
Yeah. Secret moonshine spot.
Edge of the world, huh?
Yeah.
It sure is.
Used to be Porshia's spot.
After John died,
Tabby'd get real intense.
Porshia'd come up,
just sit, stare out.
You could see, I swear,
from the kitchen window,
like steam coming off
the top of her head.
Most kids get sad.
She gets real angry.
She, uh... She blames Tabby
for things
that she just...
she don't know nothing about.
Porshia said you...
you lost a daughter?
Yeah.
I think about her a lot
when I'm out here.
I don't know why. There's
something about this place.
I was a kid.
I was 19 years old.
I bailed before Katie
was even born.
I probably could have
helped a little more
than nothing at all.
I thought you were
Mr. $600 Boots.
Hey. We all gotta start
somewhere, now, don't we?
You know.
Yeah, babies raising babies.
Yeah, there ain't a lot of
honor in the sh*t I've done,
but who knows,
maybe one day
I'll turn it around.
Maybe I'll get
a second chance.
Everybody gets
a second chance.
My daughter's been
ruined by many.
I count myself
on that sh*t list.
I know you found yourself
a good deal here,
but...
this ranch was the only thing
she stood behind.
The only thing protecting her.
Until it couldn't no more.
Hear what I'm saying, Roy?
Yes, ma'am.
Good.
Don't step on the necks
of my girls
when you're trying to reach
for that honor
you're talking about.
I'm gonna leave this here.
h*. h*, now. Easy.
You over here trying to paw
my wall down? Uh-huh?
Yeah.
I know. You want loose, huh?
Yeah.
Hey. Over there, over there.
Easy.
Go, Leanna,
go, Leanna! Go, go, go!
Push, push, push!
Leanna just won us
a f*cking buckle, Porshia.
I can't believe
you're missing this.
Porshia!
Go help Grandma with dinner.
Get the f*ck in. Hurry up!
Don't turn the headlights on.
Don't turn the headlights on.
Check your mirrors.
What the hell
do you know about driving?
I don't... I don't know.
It's... It's what my mom does
when she starts her pickup.
Well, it ain't
your mama driving now!
Other way, other way.
What am I
supposed to do?
Go! Go!
Porshia, stop,
you're making me sick.
- Come on, man.
- I'm gonna throw up.
She's gonna
barf out here.
Leanna, shh!
I'm gonna keep the pickup
running. You go load them out.
Go, go, go, go, go!
Brynn! Use your muscles,
you weak-a*s b*tch!
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Roll it, come on, roll it!
Let's go, ladies!
I can lift these in my sleep.
Let's go, let's go!
Get in, get in,
get in, get in.
Come on, load up,
load up, load up!
You got to be
f*cking kidding me.
You girls wanna tell me
what the f*ck traffic barrels
are doing in my barn?
-I don't know.
-You don't know?
Clay just watched
your asses pull in.
You seriously think
I wouldn't notice
a bright blue
f*cking tarp in here?
We only took them
so we can practice for rodeo.
So you stole my pickup
and took a group
of underage girls
to steal city property
for rodeo?
All I do is ride
for Roy anyway,
so why does it
f*cking matter?
Wait,
why are you getting off?
We're going to Rapid,
I told you that.
Roy set it up.
No.
You didn't tell me that.
Come on,
Jesse, let's roll.
Whoa.
All right, m*therf*cker,
you win.
Save your energy
for the work.
You know, I ain't
even been out to this side
of the property before.
Yeah, we call it the Bone Yard.
A lot of animals die there
in the winter,
so we don't want
to leave them up there
by the barn for the dogs.
So we just haul them out here.
Yeah, I heard about
what Tabby was doing
for you in the courts.
I'm sorry it didn't work out.
My dad was a real
son of a b*tch, too.
Yeah.
Everything I am,
I had to get on my own.
Look, I know, uh,
it ain't easy for y'all.
I'm just glad I can help.
All right.
Back to work.
Very good, Stetson.
Does he like puzzles?
Yes.
What is
his favorite thing to do?
Play with trucks,
probably.
- Trucks?
- Talk about dinosaurs.
Does he like to draw?
Sometimes.
Does he know
his colors?
Well,
he can point them out,
like, if I say
the name of them.
He's, uh...
I guess leading me,
like how we train on horses,
applying pressure to which leg,
the direction he wants me to go.
Okay. Well, clearly,
he's way ahead
of his age group
with motor skills.
Um, usually though, when
children have delayed speech,
it's caused
by anxiety or trauma.
Is there chaos or a lot
happening in your household?
I mean, yeah,
we have a lot going on.
We live on a ranch
and I have seven teenage kids
running around
all over the place
and, uh, people
coming and going.
It's kind of hectic.
And, Clay,
you're Stetson's father?
Yes, ma'am.
But not his
biological father, correct?
No, he's not,
but he is his father.
He's raised him
for the last year and a half.
Okay, I see.
And, Tabatha,
you have other children,
same father as Stetson, or...
No... Well, I mean, yes.
Uh, my two older kids,
they're from my ex,
and Stetson's...
I'll just thank Roy
for paying for us to be treated
like dog sh*t for an hour.
You think I like the way
she talked to us in there?
I don't know
what you like anymore.
f*ck off, Clay.
At least they're making
some real money.
If you have
a better suggestion
on how to pay for all
these f*cking kids,
I'd like to hear it.
For f*ck's sake, Tabby.
They're not living on this ranch
because you have money.
They're living here
because of you.
All right, let's get
Stetson back.
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday!
It's been too long!
Oh, no, it's crazy.
- Hi! Aw! Happy birthday.
- Surprise!
Yeah.
Oh, sh*t, Amy. I messed it up.
Happy birthday,
dear Tracey
Happy birthday to you
You look like a monkey
And I smell like one too
Right. Welcome
to senior citizenship.
Yep.
Can't remember sh*t.
CSR. CRS.
Yeah, CRS.
You can't
sh*t remember. No...
Easy for you to say.
Well, I can sh*t and remember.
I did get him out of there
with a restraining order.
And I went around my property
and I peed all the perimeter
of my property
because it was my house,
my house, my property.
And it was the best day ever.
Drinking beer, pee.
Drinking beer, pee.
Marking territory.
I did mark territory.
I don't even like beer.
And the moment I had her,
they took her.
They rip her from you.
And you never got that bond.
And who did they give her to?
My ex-husband, my ab*ser.
And now she's all grown up
and she's with an a*usive,
controlling man.
And she thinks that's love.
She was only two years old.
When I got shot.
She's seen her mother get shot.
Running down the road, bloody.
My dog actually saved my life.
He was a Mastiff-Pitbull.
He held him down
by his throat.
I actually got
one good shot at him
with a Coke can, though,
when I was getting away.
Got him right in the forehead.
Busted his head open.
And then he laid me out.
He hit me in the head
with a 9mm g*n.
The cop pulls up.
She goes, "Amy, do you know
you pissed yourself?"
And I said, "Yeah, you'd piss
yourself too, if you got shot
"and just went through
what I did."
And then I got in her car
and she took me home.
Look,
I beat Tabby to sh*t.
Tabby's father's
cleaning his g*n.
Accidentally shot himself.
Tabby's sitting on his lap.
What was my first thought?
Slap Tabby.
f*ck's bleeding out.
I'm hitting my kid.
I don't know why.
She didn't do anything.
She was a baby.
I don't know. Maybe it's just
in our blood at this point.
He believed in God.
He was a Christian.
Anytime we would fight
or he'd be in pain or...
life was
just f*cking shitty,
he would say
he wanted to k*ll himself.
But he was afraid
to go to hell.
That night,
I saw him sitting
in the pickup.
And...
his...
eye was hanging out
of his head.
And he had a g*n
across his lap.
I called 911 and they told me
to drag him out
and perform CPR on him.
I don't even really know why.
He was already f*cking dead.
Every breath I gave him
just put blood in my mouth.
The next day, I...
I... scraped the blood out of
the backseat of the pickup.
I found pieces of his skull.
I was using his f*cking
pocket knife to do it.
I remember I had my dogs
outside the pickup.
And I would sic 'em on anybody
that tried to come near me.
You can't even imagine
how much blood
a carpet can hold.
And how it foams
when you f*cking scrape it up.
Porshia heard the g*nsh*t.
She blames me.
She came down that night,
begged us to stop fighting.
She loved John so much.
And blames me.
Excuse me.
Hey! What the f*ck
are you doing out here?
Why is it, when I tell you
not to do something,
you never f*cking listen?
Get your a*s to the house.
Porshia!
Porshia!
Sometimes I wonder
what the water
didn't carry away.
What's left waiting,
crushed underneath some rock.
What could be buried
underneath us right now,
and we wouldn't even know it.
Did I f*ck it all up?
That ranch
is their whole life.
Just...
John's buried there.
Knowing some rich man owns
the ground that covers him.
If there was one thing
that John hated,
it was rich people.
Oh, f*ck. Do you ever
get angry with him?
I get so f*cking angry
sometimes.
Yeah, sometimes
it just seeps out of me.
I just f*cking hate him
for making me feel this way
all the time, every day.
Having to look at his kid
and see him every day.
I don't even know why Clay
stuck around this long.
Mm. He sees what John saw,
what I see every day.
I know, I don't...
I don't tell you.
But, you know, John could
see things in people
before they could
see it in themselves.
It's okay.
You're gonna be just fine.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Easy, now.
Easy.
You're okay.
You've been
busy handing it
to some people, huh?
I know.
Easy, now.
Easy, now.
I'm gonna need your help, okay?
Easy, now.
Easy, now.
Easy.
Easy.
Damn,
this place is nice.
Have we sold here before?
I think Porshia sold here
once with Roy.
So where's Roy?
- He's gonna be pissed.
- Why?
He doesn't know
we're selling today.
Two thousand, get 2,500.
Now three. At three, 35.
Thirty-five. Now, four.
Now, 45, and now 5,000.
Now, five. 5,500...
Now, $6,000.
$500 now. $500.
Now, 6,500. At 65.
Seven and half.
Now, seven and half.
Now, seventy-five hundred...
Sold, 7,000...
Lot 75, consigned by
Tabatha Zimiga.
I'm riding today.
Tabatha Zimiga.
It looks like this horse
can be ridden without a bridle.
Not something
you see every day.
That takes some skill, folks.
All right,
ladies and gentlemen,
we're going to start the bid.
Well, let's go. Five thousand.
Give 55. Now, $6,000.
And 65. Now, seven.
$7,000. And 75.
And now, 75, and now, 7,500.
Two and a half. 75.
Seven and a half. $8,000...
Now $10,000...
Now, ten-five.
Now seven and a half.
Seventy-five.
Seven and a half. Eleven.
Now, 11. Now, 11.
Eleven, two and a half.
$11,500. Eleven-five.
Now, seven and a half.
Get 12,000 now...
Seven and a half.
Seventy-five now.
Seventy-seven and half now.
Seven and half. $13,000.
Two and a half. Now, five.
Seven and a half.
$14,000. Two and a half, now.
Fourteen-five,
now 14, seven and a half.
Fifteen thousand.
Fifteen, two and a half...
Sixteen, now.
Two and a half, now.
Seven and a half, now.
Now, $17,000...
$500...
$18,000. Now, two and a half.
Now, two and a half...
Eighteen-five, 18 seven
and a half, $19,000.
Nineteen, now, two and a half.
Now, five. Now,
seven and a half.
Now, $20,000. Now, $20,000.
Now, 20, now 20.
Two and a half.
Twenty thousand.
Now, two and a half.
Going once, going twice,
sold for 20,000.
Well, looks like
that's going to be
the highest sale
of the day, folks.
That horse
is worth every penny,
no doubt about it.
We got one lucky buyer
in here today.
I think we're
all looking forward
to see what this rider
brings in next.
Twenty-m*therf*cking-thousand!
Give me that sh*t!
- Jesse, quit it!
- Twenty thousand!
Out of the gates
like a shotgun blast,
it's Porshia and Bingo.
Hurry across to number two.
Go, Porshia!
Go, go, go, go!
It's time to take
another sharp turn
as we head to three.
As we turn number three,
what do you say,
let's make a little noise.
To the top we go!
Porshia and Bingo
with a 14 and one second run.
Tabby, don't do this.
You and I both know, without me,
you'll lose that ranch,
go back to selling horses
in sh*t towns.
Come on, you're smarter
than that.
Look, I appreciate
you coming in
and everything
you've tried to do,
but we got it figured out now.
Oh, you do?
What is it you got figured out?
You can't buy me.
You can't buy my life.
And you sure as hell
can't buy my kid.
You better run, Jesse!
Jesse's it!
- Bruh!
- Porshia!
Porshia!
We're always told
that the Badlands
are crumbling
and getting weaker.
To watch where you step.
Watch where you ride.
'Cause, one day,
there won't be
anything left of them.
Kick his a*s, girly!
Get him!
But I don't think
the Badlands
are going anywhere,
because they're still here,
holding all of us.
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