Montana Sky Page #4

between it and a rock.

When did you become

a connoisseur?

Ketchup on it, you'd eat that sock.

Yeah, well, cook this up.

It's bound to be an improvement.

Lookie here, Ham.

We got company for dinner.

- Try not to ruin her health.

- No, I'm not hungry.

We start rounding up cattle

tomorrow.

What? Why? They're getting as fat

as toads up there.

I want them down now.

- Well, they're your cattle.

- Yes, they are.

And one of them's been butchered

just outside of 3 Rocks Land.

Butchered? Cougar?

Not unless cats carry knives

these days.

Somebody hacked it up

into pieces and just left it.

Balls.

We lost a couple to a big cat,

all right?

Jim and I tracked it there yesterday.

It must have circled around

and got one more cow, that's it.

I know the difference between claws

and a knife, Pickles.

Hey, have any of you guys

seen anything?

Campers, hunters, anything,

anyone?

No. We came

across a campsite yesterday...

...when we were tracking that cat.

But it was cold,

two or three days cold.

Yeah, they left beer cans all over

like it was their backyard.

They ought to be shot for it too.

I still don't understand what that's got

to do with bringing the herd down.

Ham, you're the head man,

what do you say?

Mercy Ranch runs the way

it always has.

Old man's in the ground,

I'm operator now.

You'll take orders from me.

All due respect, well,

we were just sort of wondering...

...how you're planning to keep

the others, your sisters, on the ranch.

Well, they'll take orders from me too.

Well, the one with the bod,

I'm sure she'll fall right in line.

Sorry. She's your sister.

We ride at first light.

Willa?

Yeah?

About the hands...

You might wanna tread a little easy.

What do you mean?

It's your first time in deciding

on how things go around here.

They don't like to be bossed

by a woman.

Especially one as, well,

young as you.

They don't or you don't?

It is what it is.

Ham, I'm sorry.

My father should have left you

what you were owed.

I got no problem with it.

That was Jack.

Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey!

Let's go!

So much space.

Space is money.

White man's usually figuring a way

to profit from nature.

Charlie!

Get back here, Charlie.

Charlie!

I'll remember that next time, Charlie,

when you want a bone.

You got yourself a friend there

for life.

Pickles, pick up that stray

over there.

Yeah, I got him.

That takes care of Brush Creek.

All that leaves is the strays

up on north mesa.

Where does she think this is, Vegas?

All she needs now

is a damn umbrella in her drink.

I get the feeling there's no anchor

in that one.

Maybe you could give her

something constructive to do.

She'd screw it up. It'd cost us.

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