(musical theme)
- Oh. Ooh!
Don't forget salt and pepper. - Ooh, yes.
- Mm! I love the smell of bacon in the morning!
- No, you don't.
You never have bacon on a ride day.
- It's breakfast for my rodeo champion, so...
- Oh, thank you, Mama. - Love you so much.
- These eggs were champions about 10 minutes ago.
Now, they're scoring in the low 60s.
- I'm sorry, darling. I was getting my gameday zone on.
- Whoo! - He's got a whole process.
- She knows. - Does that process include
saying "thank you" to your bullfighting little brother?
- Thank you, brother. - Hey, V, your coffee's
in your good luck mug on the counter.
- Oh, thank you. (cellphone chiming)
- Is everything okay?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Don't worry.
- Here you go. - Missy, how are you feeling
about your suicide drag today?
- Ooh, I feel good, I'm ready!
- Yeah? Just remember, keep your leg long, straight
and point your toe.
- Yep, and drag my head in the corner.
- Hey, can I get a tip?
- You want a tip? You listen carefully, all right?
Now there are three barrels...
'Scuse me. That's three barrels.
- Okay, three barrels. - And here's the important part.
Don't knock them over.
- Oh, so I'm not supposed to knock the barrels over?
- There you go. - Everyone is going
to do amazing today.
- Yeah, if we get there on time.
- Mm, Missy's right. We gotta go.
- Yeah, we do not want to pull a Cash now, do we?
- Austin. - Hey, how come whenever
we talk about your brother,
it's in relation with something you shouldn't do?
- I'm sorry, have you met the guy?
- Hey, let's not pick on Cash
when he's not here to defend himself.
- But it's so easy. (chuckling)
- Hey, you okay? You haven't touched your food.
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Okay? Don't worry.
Now, who is ready to go win a rodeo?
(cheering)
There we go. - Yeehaw!
(upbeat country pop music)
(applause and cheering)
- Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Missy McMurray,
former Miss Rodeo Rocky Mountain!
(people cheering)
Missy, we sure do love to watch you ride,
but we sure do miss you in competition.
(applause)
(indistinct chatter)
(distant applause)
- Cash!
You're back! - I am.
- I never thought that I'd see you again.
(clearing throat) Are you...
Are you okay? Are you in one piece?
What is it, leave? - Done with Corps. I'm home.
(sighing) How's... How's everything here?
- Okay. Why?
Did you hear that it wasn't? - How's Austin?
- Fine.
- So... not fine.
- Just...
(distant applause)
You know your brother.
- Missy, I'm so sorry I left like I did.
- I can't do this right now.
I have to go watch him ride.
- Uh, Missy-- - No, I can't.
- If something is up with Austin, you gotta tell me.
- Hey, little brother.
First time I see you in years, and here you are,
trash-talking me to my wife? - Austin, it's not like that.
- No? What's it like, then?
(distant cheering)
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Good day to be back, though.
(sighing) - Austin, wait.
(sighing) - Yeah, I have...
just the craziest feeling. It just never goes away.
(sighing) Oh, look.
There's JB, the man himself.
- Isabel. Austin will be great.
- Mm-hmm. - He always is.
JB knew what he was doing when he re-upped his sponsorship.
(chuckling) (sighing nervously)
(indistinct chatter) - Hey!
- Never mind them dirty bull riders,
here's the real star of the show!
- Uh, did you see him? How does he look?
- Austin? - You okay?
- Uh, yeah. Um...
He's uh, he's in the zone. (chuckling)
- Okay, okay. Great. (cellphone chiming)
- Uh, I just gotta go take care of something.
I'll be right back. - Wait, what?
You're gonna miss his ride. V!
(gasping) - Cash!
- Hi, Momma. (laughing)
- Ah, come here! (exclaiming)
- Hey. - Ah! I can't believe
you're here! - I missed you.
- Ah, Cash! - Hey, folks!
Hank Hickson here from Canyon.
Now, well, you Boulder folks,
you may have this great big fancy stadium,
but our little town
has the championship rider who packs!
(distant cheering and applause)
- What's so urgent? You gotta ride like now.
- You can't tell anyone this, okay?
- What? - You gotta promise me.
- Austin, you're scaring me.
- Give it up for the golden child with the steel spurs,
Canyon, Colorado's very own Austin McMurray!
(cheering)
- You gotta help me, okay?
Or our family could be in a lot of trouble.
- Me? (scoffing)
What can I do?
- I know your secret.
And you're the only one that I know that can fix this.
(sighing)
(sigh)
(sighing)
(laughing)
- Whoo!
- Thank you all for coming out!
I'm Austin McMurray.
But y'all probably knew that, didn't you?
This year is a very special ride for me,
so I wanna talk to y'all before we get going.
Boulder Rocky Mountain Rodeos generously agreed to donate
a portion of tonight's ticket sales to help wounded vets
in honour of my brother Cash, who just returned from overseas.
Everybody give a big hand for him, will you!
(cheering, applause) All right, right on.
I wanna give a shoutout to my whole family.
My momma, Isabel McMurray.
My beautiful wife Missy's here.
And then, there's my baby brother Tuff!
He's got that name for a reason.
- Whoo, whoo!
- But enough of the sappy stuff, huh?
- Who's ready to see me ride Hurricane?
(cheering and applause)
Whoo!
- You know, Austin's father, Dusty McMurray, my good friend,
is looking down on his son from up above tonight.
So proud of him for following in the footsteps
of one of the greatest bull riders the world has ever seen!
(* Duendes by Quaker City Night Hawks)
(grunting)
(whispering): I love you.
(exhaling)
- Let's go, boys.
(gate creaking)
(grunting efforts)
- You got it, Austin!
Two seconds!
Three seconds!
(grunting efforts)
Four seconds!
Keep riding!
(bull roaring) (grunting efforts)
Eight seconds! (shouting)
(panicked crowd)
- No! - Oh! (gasping)
(bull roaring) - Austin!
(man): Get him out! Get him out!
(indistinct chatter)
(breathing shakily)
(birds chirping)
(soft music)
* Hey, my little evening star
* How bright you are
* Anywhere you go
(breathing heavily)
* You're not alone
* Rocks and bugs and angel wings *
* Every little shiny thing
* Anywhere you go
(sighing)
* You're not alone
* You're the north star and the compass *
* Always finding something wondrous *
* Anywhere you go
* You are not alone
* You're not alone
* You're not alone *
(sighing)
(grunting)
- How's he doing?
- You know how he is. Steel trap.
Maybe you can get in there and find out for yourself.
- It's not my job anymore.
(grunting)
- Morning! - Oh...
Morning.
(sniffling) - How goes?
- It goes. Yeah.
- Big ride coming up.
(sighing)
- I'm aware.
- You feeling ready?
No one would blame you if you didn't.
- That's why the small talk.
I kinda think the whole town would blame me, Missy.
- It's your first official ride.
All I'm saying is you gotta make sure you're doing it for you
and not for them. (scoffing)
- You know, around here, there's no difference.
(grunting)
Uh, hey.
You wanna watch?
Helps to have some eyes on me
before I step out in front of a huge crowd.
(sighing)
If you don't wanna, I mean-- - No, no, no. I'll...
I'll watch you ride.
(gate creaking)
Cash, wait.
Remember, it's all mental at this point.
Make sure your head's in the right place
and you'll be ready.
- Hey, boys.
(nervous sigh)
- Morning.
- You're giving pointers now?
- Well, I'd like to be able to leave this place
with some peace of mind that you're all gonna be okay.
- Leave?
(sighing nervously)
(grunting)
- Tuff, come on.
You know I've been restless.
And it's been a year.
(breathing heavily)
Frontier Jeans is looking for a new brand ambassador.
JB's gonna be at the rodeo, so...
I have to move on with my life.
I mean, what am I even still doing here?
- Being part of your family.
(bull roaring)
(breathing heavily)
(bull roaring)
- Buck him, boys!
(Cash grunting)
Ah!
(both sigh)
(laughing)
- Not eight, but still better than yesterday!
- Whoo!
(sighing)
(vehicle approaching)
- What is that woman doing?
She is gonna run herself ragged.
- Yeah, I think that's her aim.
- I mean, you still run this place, don't you?
- While it's still around.
- What?
- Ma?
Ma!
What are you doing?
I was gonna do the feeding today.
- Well, I was up and work needed to get done.
- It takes two of us to feed the herd now?
- Well, why not?
We have a couple months to get the herd up to market weight.
- Are you gonna make it 'til then?
Why didn't you tell me?
I knew things were tight, but if we're gonna lose the ranch...
- I will handle it. I always do.
- I'm the foreman, Ma. It's my job to worry about this kind of stuff.
- No, no. It's your job to wake up every day
and work with what you're given. And the rest...
The rest's in God's hands.
- Well, God's hands haven't exactly been holding us
real gently lately. - Mm-mm.
- Get out of there.
I'll take over.
(soft music)
- You can talk to me, you know. - We talk.
- Why didn't you tell me the ranch was in trouble?
(scoffing) - I didn't even tell Tuff!
- You remember, right after Austin,
you and me, we used to stay up all night just talking.
I miss that.
(breathing heavily)
- Me too.
You ever notice the rain around here?
We're either drowning in it or it's dried up.
It's... just like my grief.
These daily reminders, they just... just don't go away.
- Is that what I am?
Just a daily reminder that won't go away?
- You've spent the last year taking care of me.
And that is more than any mother-in-law could ask for.
But no one in this family expects you to give up your life for us.
Come on. We got a rodeo to get to.
(soft music)
- Hmm.
- Valeria...
Wha... What are you doing here?
(sighing)
- It... It's just for the weekend.
- That's all... That's all you have to say?
After a year of nothing? Austin died!
My husband died!
I got a sympathy card from the owner of this shop
and that's more than I got from my own best friend.
- I'm sorry.
You have to know I had my reasons.
- Why are you back now?
- I, uh, I have to race this weekend.
- Come on, you could've skipped
this town on the circuit, but you didn't.
- I wanted to know if you guys were okay.
- What did you think, V?
(sighing)
- I should go.
Tell Isabel I miss her.
- You know, if you really did miss her,
you would tell her yourself.
(soft music)
(indistinct chatter)
Hey, nice one!
Mr. Wooten.
- Missy. - Hi!
I was wondering if I could bend your ear for a moment.
- Most certainly. I haven't seen you since--
- The funeral. - Yeah.
- We were all so moved that you could make it.
- Well, Austin was like family to me.
- And your company's always been a big part of ours.
I heard that you're looking for some new brand ambassadors.
Well, I feel like I could be a good fit.
- You're certainly dressed for the part.
- Well, I judge mutton bustings every year
for the kids, and they love it.
Now, it doesn't get more authentic than this.
I grew up going to these rodeos
and I could sell jeans better than any influencer
who's barely even ever sat on a horse.
- Missy, I would be delighted to set up a test shoot
with the office, but you need to know the job's out in Houston.
- Houston. - Mm-hmm.
- That sounds great.
- Daddy? Daddy? - Mm?
- Hey, Janine.
- Hey there, Jannine. - Hi, Cash.
- Cash. Janine, would you mind
getting these folks some tri-tip?
- Of course, Daddy. - Hello, Hank.
- How're you doing there, Bel? You holding up okay?
- I'd really prefer it if you'd stop asking me that.
- Okay, okay.
It's just that I know it's been a really hard year for you.
- Uh, thank you, Janine.
I just don't have much of an appetite.
- Oh, I actually got these for Cash.
- Oh, thank you.
- Well, I'm the mayor.
Of course your well-being is my concern.
The McMurray ranch and bull riding
are the hallmark of Canyon
and that's why we need this young buck right here.
I got some great news.
JB Wooten wants to meet you.
- Really? - Yeah.
And he wants to talk about signing you.
This is Cash's first competitive ride in years.
Why is Frontier looking to sponsor him so soon?
- Oh, because they wanna stay in the McMurray business.
- Ah. - Look, all he's gotta do is
use his first few rides to hook him.
- And if he doesn't-- - No, I will.
- Bel, Cash could snap up the same deal Austin had
in a fraction of the time. We're talking about
a multimillion-dollar contract here.
- I don't care, Hank! I don't care!
My son is not for sale.
- Actually, Mom, I mean, come on.
This could help put us back on our feet.
- Tuff said something to you too?
- He didn't have to. (sighing)
- Hey, darling. Would you let Mr. Wooten know that we're ready to talk?
- Sure thing, Daddy.
He's gonna love you, Cash. I just know it.
- Okay. Ready? One, two, three.
(camera clicks) Great.
- Good job! - I wanna be a trick rider
just like you one day, Ms. McMurray.
- Aw, thank you so much!
- All right. Come here.
(chuckling) I'm so proud of you, little bug!
Now go celebrate with your friends, all right?
- Mm-hmm.
(chuckling) - So, that was my niece.
And she's not your only fan in the family.
I saw you ride at the stock show, in Denver,
a few years back.
You're incredible.
- Wow, thank you! - Hardly a grieving widow,
flirting at the same rodeo her husband died at.
(Tuff whistling)
- Jealousy's riding strong today.
- Why would I be jealous of her?
- Because your daddy's been pushing you to marry a McMurray
since you were in diapers, Missy beat you to the punch
and you've hated her ever since?
- Well, I guess I dodged that bullet, didn't I?
- And now, Cash is the next McMurray caught in your crosshairs, huh?
- Last I heard, he's the only one available
since you're off chasing cowboys.
- Oh, they chase me, darling.
Which is more than I can say for you.
(air kissing)
- People are gonna be lining up
to have him wear their company logo.
Now you get a chance to sign him first.
Keep old McMurrays in the Frontier stable.
- I love everything you're saying, Hank,
I really do.
But I gotta see the kid ride a few times first.
- I ride this Sunday.
And I promise, you won't need the full eight seconds
to see that McMurray talent runs in my blood.
- But you know...
We're not ready to make any decision yet.
- I look forward to proving myself.
- All right.
Okay.
(soft music)
- Ugh! (objects clattering)
(crying)
(gasping) Valeria!
- Isabel, I...
There's nothing I can say that will...
- Well, I'll be...
Missy said you were back,
but I had to see it with my own eyes.
(chuckling) - Hi, Tuff.
Missy.
I, I don't know what to say.
- You could start by telling us why you left like you did.
- I can't.
- Why not? - Tuff, don't.
(clears throat) - Uh, so... how are you?
How are things? - We're getting by.
- If there's anything I can do...
- Well, aren't you only here for the weekend?
- Yes, but I could--
- We're fine. Thank you, Valeria.
- Okay.
Well, um...
I won't take up anymore of your time.
- Wait.
Where are you staying?
- Your old room's still empty.
- Mom.
- Besides, McMurray ranch never turns down a visitor.
(crickets chirping)
- You guys know that Tuff is in the hottest band in town.
- I guess if the pond is small enough, any fish can be big.
(laughing)
- Hey! How are you guys doing? - Hey.
- Get me one of these beers. - You drunk?
- Hey, Val!
- Hi, Cash! - How are you?
My gosh, I haven't seen you in ages.
- Yeah, it's been a bit. - Yeah, it has.
(chuckling)
So, how are you doing, Val?
- Mm. Is that your way of asking me where I've been?
- No, I've seen enough to know people got their reasons
for doing things.
And those reasons are none of my business.
- Thanks. - Of course.
- So, I talked to JB. I have a test shoot.
Denver, tomorrow.
- What does that mean? Taking pictures and selling jeans?
(laughing) - They uh...
They'd want me to move to Houston.
- You're gonna tell him? - Not yet.
- Good.
After your pep talk today, the way he rode...
I haven't seen him like that in a while.
- Yeah. But I can't stick around just for Cash.
- You didn't seem too happy about JB.
You know, usually, when a family faces
the prospect of making millions,
they're clicking their heels a bit.
- I've never been much of a heel-clicker.
Besides, I've been down this road before.
- Must be hard.
Seeing him follow in her footsteps.
- Cash hasn't been the same since he came back.
And I'm not sure bull riding is helping any.
- Well, maybe the boy just needs someone to talk to.
I could never replace Dusty.
- Look, what I need is for you to back off.
Just quit pushing him.
- Bel, you could lose the ranch.
(scoffing) - Does the whole darn town know?
- Look, all I'm saying, as a friend,
is that riding runs in your blood, Bel.
You need it. Your son needs it. The whole town needs it.
- No. We don't need it.
We have just been living with it for so long,
we think we can't live without it.
- Isabel... - This company has owned us
for far too long. And Hank, I am not giving them another son.
- There is another option.
It might help dig you out.
But I don't think you're gonna like it.
(soft music)
- Still having trouble sleeping?
- Well... (clears throat)
Yeah. When it gets quiet, my...
...thoughts start to catch up with me.
(grunting)
(clearing throat)
You know, I could be a great rider.
Great.
You know why?
'Cause those eight seconds are the only time
my mind is truly quiet.
There's no fear, there's no shame, no...
...worries. Just me on that animal...
Nothing to lose.
- Nothing to lose?
Feel like you got... a whole lot of people here who love you.
All I know is...
...a happy bull rider is a safe bull rider.
- Oh, I'm happy now.
- Yeah, me too.
* When the odds are coming in
* And they ain't even
* Even if it's just to hold your hand *
* And say, "Keep breathing"
- We should, um...
We should go.
You have a... big day coming up.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
* I'll be there when you need it *
(* Stompin' Grounds by Reyna Roberts)
* And don't you forget it
* Ain't a thing in the world that could change it, no *
- Wanna see a mock-up? - I'd love to.
- It was JB's idea.
How powerful. Right?
- Hmm.
(acoustic music)
- Hyah, come on! Come on! - Hyah! Hyah!
- Come on now! Hyah! Hyah!
(cows mooing) - Ooh, ooh, ooh!
(clicking tongue) - Hyah!
- Get!
- Let's go! Let's go!
Hyah! - Hyah! Hyah!
- Hyah! - Hyah!
(grunting)
I got it. - I know.
You can always use an extra pair of hands though, right?
- It's what ranch hands are for.
I know they come and go all the time,
but you were more than that to us.
You were like family. - So were you.
You still are.
You're the only family I've ever known.
- I want you to be honest with us.
Or at least, level with me.
- 'Cause I'm trying to protect you.
- From what? What does that even mean?
- Look, it's just better for everyone if we leave it.
(sighing)
Why aren't you bullfighting anymore?
- What kind of question is that?
It's a fighter's job to keep the rider safe
and I didn't do that. - Tuff.
- Something was off with him that night and I didn't see it.
(upbeat country music)
(laughing) (indistinct chatter)
* Bright lights Big city *
* Small town Whoop! So pretty *
* One of these days I'm gonna have to choose *
- Hey! Thanks again for yesterday.
- Yeah, well, Isabel missed you.
- Look, I know it's gonna take a bit, if ever, but...
let me buy you a shot? For old times' sake?
- Sure. (chuckling)
- Two shots of bourbon on his tab.
(moaning) Ooh!
- Ooh! - Nice.
- Now that you bought me a drink,
I guess I owe you a dance. Come on, partner!
(laughing)
* What's it gonna be?
- You look sad.
Like you're standing here,
wondering why he's dancing with somebody else.
- Cash can dance with whoever he wants.
- You know, I always thought you and Cash would end up together.
You ever feel like you made the wrong choice?
- Seems you could use a distraction.
* I want it all But I can't have it *
- Sorry, she just... pushes all my buttons.
- Oh, generally, I try to stay out of bar fights.
Enjoy these events for that which they were intended.
Dancing.
- So, I still haven't caught your name.
- Gus. - Okay, Gus.
Well, I seem to know everybody at these things,
but somehow, I've never seen you around here before.
- Been looking around for a while.
Trying to find the right home. But I have to admit,
the realtor grossly undersold the beauty around here.
* There's a farm boy in the rear-view mirror *
- Your tongue's hanging out.
- What? - Missy.
- Oh, no.
That's my brother's girl. Always will be.
- You keep telling yourself that.
But I've seen you look at her that way for years.
So, get a move on, huh? Before it's too late?
(*)
(applause and cheering) (laughing)
- Thank you, thank you!
- I'm gonna go get you a beer. - Sure.
(laughing)
- You're Tuff McMurray.
- If you're looking for an autograph,
my brother Cash is that way.
(chuckling) - No.
You're a bullfighter, right? - I was.
- Hope to see you back in the arena again.
We need guys like you. (chuckling)
- Hey, uh, do me a favour and play a slow one?
Please?
- Cash, would you like to dance?
- Uh, no thank you, Janine. Maybe later. Okay.
- Fine. Whatever.
You're barking up the wrong tree.
- I'm sorry? - You don't know?
JB told me some really interesting news today.
(soft music)
* I feel that weight inside your bones *
- What? What's wrong?
* It's pressing on your chest It's heavy as a stone *
- Did I ever tell you how...
...I never liked riding when I was growing up?
(chuckling) - Yeah, right.
You were riding as soon as you could walk.
- No, only 'cause Austin was.
- Well, then maybe you should give it up.
Save your mom a whole lot of grief.
- Eh, too late. I'm hooked.
(singing)
Now, you know when I told you that...
I ride like I got nothing to lose?
- Huh? - Well now, it's really true.
(sighing)
- I was gonna tell you after the rodeo.
I didn't want anything else messing with your head.
But...
- What, you-- - I...
I have...
I have to leave.
- You have to or you want to?
Look, be honest.
- Both.
Being here is just too hard.
- I know you, Missy McMurray.
You run when you're afraid of something.
Just like you did last night.
* No matter where you are, where you go *
- Well, I'll consider the offer.
But if I do decide to sell,
I need to know how the land is gonna be managed.
Yep. Uh... We'll talk tomorrow.
Bye.
- What, you're selling the ranch?
- Well, I'm considering it.
If it takes the pressure off Cash...
- But you can't just give up.
- I can't let another one of my boys
put his life on the line just to keep this place afloat.
- I have ideas that could help save this place.
- All right, I appreciate that.
- No, we could reseed the pastures,
make the whole place more drought tolerant.
- I hate having to depend on that Frontier money.
- Yeah, that's what I'm saying. Maybe you don't have to.
When you took me in,
this place became the only real home I've ever known.
And I wanna help save it. Look, I...
I know there's a lot left unsaid here, but...
Please? Let me help you.
(country music)
(sighing)
- It's like time stopped, huh?
- I'm leaving. I got a job offer in Houston.
And, I don't know, I guess...
I figured it would be easier to go if I knew the McMurrays
at least had you back.
(scoffing) - You wanna swap me for you?
Not sure everyone else would think that's such a great trade.
- Cash knows you're leaving, doesn't he?
- Yeah, why?
- You can't ride. Not in this state.
(breathing heavily) - I'm fine.
- Listen to me. Listen to me.
I know you've had a lot of deep hurt in there, Cash,
but this is not the way to fix it.
- Yeah, then what is, Mom? - I don't know.
I don't know how to fix it,
but you're not in the right head for this.
- Mom, I need to go out there. - And what?
- And, and... I need to do something, Mom!
- What? Why? For who? For what?! Not for me!
You don't have to do this for me!
(sniffling)
- It should've been me.
- Listen to me. You listen. Listen to me!
What happened to Austin had nothing to do with you!
This is not the fight to bring to that bull!
I am not gonna watch you do this.
- Ma.
- And what about you, Tuff?
What, you think I should give up before I even start?
Huh? - Yeah.
But I know you won't.
That's why I'm going in there with you.
- And now, welcome Cash McMurray!
(cheering)
Now, folks,
today marks Cash McMurray's first PRRO ride
since he stepped away from the circuit
to join the Armed Forces. Let's see how he does!
(breathing heavily)
(mooing)
(breathing heavily)
What are you doing, son?
You're gonna take your wrap or what?
- Cash. Hey, Cash.
It's me. Talk to me.
- Wouldn't it be fitting, huh?
Me going the same way Austin and my daddy went?
(laughing)
- Look at me.
You gotta stop talking like that, okay?
You gotta block all that out now.
These are your eight seconds, okay? Look at me.
You've got that McMurray spark, and then some.
Okay? You could be a champion!
All right?
Now do your wraps.
Over, under, over.
(bull roaring)
Breathe.
(breathing heavily)
(panting)
(air horn blasting) (crowd cheering)
(grunting) (bull roaring)
Yes!
(buzzer sounding)
(grunting) - Get him out of there!
- Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!
(cheering)
(sighing)
- Eight seconds! Yes!
- Whoo!
(sigh of relief)
(laughing)
- Yes! (laughing)
Woo-hoo!
- Holy cow!
(laughing) Boy! Did you see that?
Now you tell me that wasn't something special.
- Well, Hank's right. That was impressive, son.
And I'll tell you something else:
you do what you did here today, Cheyenne, five months from now,
you and I are gonna be doing business together.
(laughing) Huh?
- That sounds great. - All right. Hank.
- Thank you.
- That's amazing!
(laughing) - Hi! What's up?
- Cowboy! (overlapping chatter)
- Eight seconds. - Eight seconds!
- Felt like two! (laughing)
(indistinct chatter)
- Thanks for looking after your brother out there.
- Thank her.
He could be great.
He's not gonna stop 'til he's better than Austin.
(* Heart on Fire by Eric Church)
* Couldn't make out any words but "take me to the levee" *
* That look on your face was full of wild desire *
* Soakin' my soul in gas and settin' my heart on fire *
* Heart on fire
* Heart on fire *
- The last time I ask anybody for anything.
But I need your help. Both of you.
- Does that mean you're not selling the ranch?
- I don't know the future of the ranch.
But I do know if I wanna fight for it,
I can't do it alone.
- Frontier's expecting me in Houston next week.
- And if that's what you want, I respect your decision.
I mean, heck...
I'm trying to give you all the freedom you need
to not make you feel obligated-- - To push me away?
- Look, I...
I saw what you did with Cash today.
- I can't be his good-luck charm.
- No. Missy, that was not luck. That was skill.
I know that I can't keep Cash from riding.
But at least with you whispering in his ear,
I feel like there's a good chance he'll be safe.
Missy. I'm asking you to stay and be his coach.
(chuckling) My Austin, I...
I wouldn't wanna have his rides if it wasn't for you.
I may have given birth to three sons,
but I feel blessed to have had two wonderful daughters
walk into my life.
And I need my girls.
So...
Let's do this. Together.
As a family.
- Family.
(chuckling)
(soft music)
- Let's go. Come on.
(clicking tongue)
Let's go.
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