- This ranch, it ain't like no place you ever worked.

(upbeat banjo continues)

- Nothing prettier on this earth,

it's free as a man can be.

- So just to clarify, Colby's mom, that's a cougar?

(boys laughing)

- That'll be the last time you ever refer

to my mom as a cougar.

(boys laughing)

(bull roars)

- This is fucking nuts!

(bull roars angrily)

- Let's not talk about work at the dinner table.

(loud explosions)

- Thank you for all that land around your father's ranch.

We have big plans for this valley.

- These guys won't take prisoners either.

- Come and get it.

- I plan to.

- My great-great-grandfather and my oldest son,

every Dutton who died is buried 300 yards

from my back porch.

- Ranching is the only business where the goal is

to break even.

- Survive another season.

(loud galloping)

- You know, I got half a mind to run up that hill

and do it again.

- Don't think of it as a brand.

Think of it as tenure.

- Everyone's forgotten who runs this valley.

- If you build something worth having,

someone's going to try and take it.

- The sting never fades with me.

It is a painful lesson.

And one you're about to learn.

- Livestock association!

- Reserve agents, Dutton still running that scam?

(loud crashing)

(grunting)

- You leave now, or you never leave.

- Why can't we live right here?

Like this, all the time?

- You know I ask myself the same thing, grandson, every day.

Every day.

(silverware clinking)

- What the?

Gator, what the fuck is that?

- Grilled octopus.

- We want the same thing.

- Well, I agree with you on that.

- Hey.

- Hey!

Don't throw things at my dad.

- Hey, hey hey!

- Oh!

- It's okay buddy.

(men laughing)

(crowd cheering enthusiastically)

- Haha!

(Beth and Jamie grunting)

- Let's just skip straight to the real problem

between us.

- It's too early in the morning

to dig up that skeleton, Jamie.

- What are you doing?

This ain't no goddamn train station!

- Sure it is.

Long black train.

(gunshot rings)

(loud thump)

- You see that fence?

That's mine.

Everything this side of that mountain,

all the way over here, mine too.

You're trespassing.

- Do you mind making me a smoothie please?

- Sure, what kind of smoothie?

- Two scoops of ice cream,

three shots of vodka.

(rushing water)

- What is it?

- Wolf.

- What, the same one?

- Yeah.

- It's not colon cancer, John.

You have an ulcer and it's ruptured.

(melancholy banjo music)

A brand isn't something you earn,

it's something you live up to.

- You alone, Jimmy?

- I'll take that as a yes.

(taser zapping)

(soft thump)

(upbeat banjo music)

(banjo music fades)