Dakota's Summer Page #2

Why are you Crying?

Because you're my baby girl.

- We'll see you soon.

- Yeah.

You have fun.

- See ya.

- Bye.

I'll be traveling far from home

But I won't be

looking for to roam

I'll be crossing o'er

the great divide

In a better home

soon I will reside

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Oh, Dakota!

Look at you! Oh.

Oh, we're so glad you're here.

We've got all kinds of

good things planned.

Hey.

- How was your trip?

- It was fine.

F.Y.I., just so we don't have to pretend, I

know you guys aren't my real grandparents.

We know you know.

And we want you to know it doesn't

make any difference to us.

You guys started raising

miniature horses?

Cute, aren't they?

Home again, home again.

I put some white chicken

chili in the slow cooker,

and I'm gonna make some biscuits.

And I did some

peach cobbler for dessert.

Sounds good to me.

Do you know who

my real parents are?

Oh, sweetie.

Perhaps it's best if you

just get on with your life.

We're just saying that some

doors are better left unopened.

You need to be fair with me.

That's all I'm asking.

So what am I supposed to do here?

Well, you'll be helping out

with the minis, and, uh,

there'll be chores

around the ranch.

And when we have visitors,

you can help out with them.

Visitors?

Yeah. A couple of times a week we

have some troubled kids come over.

It helps for them to spend

time around the horses.

Troubled kids?

Yeah.

The last thing I wanna do right now

is baby-sit some messed-up kid.

I know exactly how you feel.

Here. You can take Jupiter

out to that paddock.

Take him to that

young man out there.

Yeah, bring her on out here.

Howdy.

I'm Bryce Tucker.

- Do you have a name?

- Yes, I do.

- Well, I reckon I'll see you around then.

- Not if I can help it.

You like that one?

One-Foot Flyaway?

I almost did it once.

- Did you?

- Yep.

That's a challenging trick.

You got all your weight

supported by just one leg.

The other leg straight back,

your arm forward.

Going 40 miles an hour on a horse ups

the degree of difficulty considerably.

My daddy always said a One-Foot Flyaway

took the grace of a ballerina...

and the strength

of a steer wrestler.

I always wondered why I wasn't

a better trick rider...

considering I was

your granddaughter and all.

But now that I'm not,

I guess it makes sense.

Well...

my daddy was just about the most

uncoordinated man in the world.

He couldn't dance. He could

barely get up on a horse.

But, oh, how he could sing.

When he opened his mouth

and sang...

you would've thought an angel himself had

come down to the world to entertain us.

Beautiful.

And as for me?

Well, I cannot sing a lick.

And your point is?

You tell me.

Well, obviously, it doesn't

matter what your parents did...

as far as what you can do.

It's not about blood.

It's about heart.

- Oh, and Dakota?

- Yeah?

F.Y.I...

I will always be your grandfather.

"Miniature horses are exactly

like normal horses, just smaller.

Miniature horses have been

bred over the last 500 years.

Small horses and ponies had been

used to work in coal mines...

in England and Holland.

Some of these were brought to the

United States in the 19th century."

Yes?

It sounds like you don't

even like miniature horses.

I do like them.

Seems like you're just phoning

it in. Just sayin'.

- What's your name?

- Summer.

Okay, Summer. When I want your little

opinion, I'll ask for it, okay?

Okay.

Okay, let's go to the pens.

All right, so what you're gonna do

is you're gonna take the halter,

you're gonna put it

around the neck like this...

and then you click

it on, all right?

So everybody's gonna grab a halter,

go in the pen and find a mini.

Let's have some fun!

Don't be afraid, guys. Talk to 'em.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't chase 'em.

Don't chase 'em.

Walk slow, walk slow.

Yeah, wrap it around, clip it.

Hey, come back here.

There you go.

Hey, buddy. How you doing?

There you go!

Way to go, Summer!

- What's this one's name?

- Oh, his name's Jupiter.

Oh, I like him.

Hi, buddy.

Cute, huh?

- Good job, guys. Come on!

- We got new friends.

- Thank you, Austin.

- Our pleasure, Ms. Judd.

- We'll see you in a few days.

- All right.

Bye, Dakota.

That little girl is such a brat.

Did you hear her?

"Sounds like you don't even

like miniature horses."

Oh, I wouldn't be

so quick to judge her.

Sometimes, underneath a bratty

exterior there beats a heart of gold.

I know you're talking about

me when you say that.

You think so?

So why are you "troubled"?

Well, obviously, I'm not troubled.

I just live in a foster home.

Why do you live in a foster home?

Well, if you really wanna know,

my parents are overseas in Africa,

working with the Peace Corps.

Really?

I know it doesn't make sense...

and they're not perfect...

but they really do love me.

What about you?

What are your parents like?

My parents?

Hey, what are you doing?

Uh, nothing.

Have a nice day.

Okay. You too.

- Can I help you?

- Yes. I'm looking for James Tilman.

Can I ask what this is regarding?

- I'm a relative.

- Okay.

Please just have a seat over there.

Hi, there's a girl out here who's

asking to see James Tilman.

Okay. Thank you.

I'm so sorry, but Mr. Tilman

passed away three years ago.

Oh.

Are you all right? Is there

anything I can do for you?

- Did you know him?

- I did.

- Was he a nice man?

- He was.

Everybody really liked him.

Thank you, sir.

Watch out!

Man, didn't anyone ever teach you to look

both ways before you cross the street?

What are you doing here?

Are you stalking me?

No.

I ain't stalking you. I just-I

thought you might need some help.

- I'm fine.

- Really?

Yeah. You look like you've

just seen a ghost.

What happened?

I thought it'd be good to know

who my real parents are...

because that would tell me

something about myself, right?

But if that man truly is my father,

then I'm three years too late.

Well, I believe everything

happens for a reason.

Even if it doesn't

seem so at the time.

Yeah, well, I guess maybe some

doors are Better left unopened.

You like the rodeo?

It's okay, I guess.

I was thinking maybe

we could go to the rodeo...

since the Sweethearts

are gonna be performing.

If you want to.

Not a bad idea.

Maybe we could have a barbecue

afterwards for everyone.

She smiles. And a

pretty one at that.

Well, don't think I'm happy

or anything, because I'm not.

Okay, I won't.

I have an old friend

I want you to meet.

Come on.

- This is Jessie.

- Hi, Jessie.

Jessie here is a champion

trick-riding horse.

Hey, boy. How are you?

He's basically retired, but...

there's still a little something

left in the tank, so...

I was thinking

maybe you'd like to ride him.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'd like that.

You and I were made

for each other

Like stars and night

- Go, Dakota!

- Dakota!

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- That's good!

- Nice!

When I looked at you

Saw my whole life before me

Right then I knew we'd trade in

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