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He told us that he and another

guy that he was traveling with...

met up with a woman on a horse,

and she gave him that blanket.

He says that somebody was shooting

at him, and the lady fell off her horse...

- and hit her head.

- That's a bunch of bullshit.

I know, I'm just... just telling

you what the man said,

keeping you in the

loop like I promised.

I should have shot that son of

a b*tch when I had the chance.

I saw that you had a firearm

on you when we got there.

- Were you shootin' at 'em, Roy?

- No.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- There were shots.

- There were shots?

Yeah, they were rifle shots. That's why

I went out there in the first place.

Well, why the hell didn't you tell me that

before? That's pretty damned important.

I don't know, I...

Hell, Randall, I mean, we was...

All right, somethin' else.

Now, our man in there I.D.'d the

same guy you did in the mugs.

- He did?

- He did.

- Hello, Matthew.

- How are you, Martha?

Good, good. Got that good

apple wine ready for you.

- That's why I'm here.

- Okay.

- There you go.

- Thank you.

- You got it.

- All right.

- Give my best to your wife.

- I will.

No.

No. Oh.

You're sure that's the guy

you standin' over Livy, right?

- Yeah, that's him.

- Well, then I'd say we got our guy.

Hmm.

What?

I don't know.

Come on, Roy. How many times you and

I stood here and watched these boys...

lie through their teeth just so

we'd send 'em back across the line

- with a spanking and a warning?

- A bunch.

I know it's not much for comfort, and

it ain't gonna bring Livy back, but...

we got him, and he's

gonna be punished.

Did you already have

your boys do a sweep?

Yeah, but they didn't find anything,

but now I know you heard those shots too

I'm having 'em do

another broader search.

- Yeah, when? I told you that yesterday.

- Terrence is doin' a transport,

and Matthew and Lewis are

pickin' up the slack, so soon.

This afternoon, or early

tomorrow morning, latest.

- I'm gonna go.

- Okay.

Roy.

We got him.

Bueno?

Paulina!

Vmonos!

Vamos, vamos.

Hello.

Vmonos.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No! No!

No!

Hi, this is Roy and Olivia's.

Leave a message after the beep.

Hi, this is Roy and Olivia's.

Leave a message after the beep.

Hi, this is Roy and Olivia's.

Leave a message after the beep.

Hi, this is Roy and Olivia's.

Leave a message after the beep.

Hey!

No, no, no.

No. No, no, no, no.

Shh, shh, shh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Bueno.

Hi, this is Roy and Olivia's.

Leave a message after the beep.

Hello, I'm calling from

family first funeral service.

We wanted to let you know that

we've completed the process,

and you can pick up the

ashes at your convenience.

Uncle Roy?

- Going for a ride?

- Looks that way.

Want some company?

No.

No, I don't.

But thank you, Kaye.

Thanks for offerin'.

You bring that pony back wet,

you'll catch hell from me. Understood?

Yes, ma'am.

- What are you doin' up here?

- This is where the shooter was.

That's got to be well over 800 yards.

Are you sure it was from here?

I saw him from that bluff over there,

above the wash where Livy was killed.

That's where I found these.

- Roy...

- Found the leads down in the wash.

Maybe you could match some of those up

with the lead in that body down there.

Roy, you know you shouldn't...

You shouldn't have moved these.

Hell, you shouldn't even be up here.

This is my land, Randall. Well,

somebody's got to do your job for you.

Check 'em out. They're marked.

Shooter must do his own reloads.

Did you get a maker on the vehicle?

No. Some kind of a

four by four. Green.

Not many guys around

who can make that shot.

Yeah, well, there's plenty of people pretty

angry about what happened to Livy, Roy.

Well, those people got no more business

bein' on my land than the damn Mexicans.

Randall...

I want to talk to Ramirez.

You know I can't allow that.

You're officially a civilian.

Besides, you're the spouse of the victim,

and that man is the prime suspect.

- How's it gonna look...

- I spent over 25 years sittin'

in the same chair you park your

butt in now, the chair I put you in.

I know better than anybody that there's

a lot of things you can't do as sheriff,

but lettin' me talk to

Ramirez ain't one of 'em.

I have to...

You got five minutes.

Jesus, Roy.

Yeah.

It figures.

No.

- Carro?

- Si.

No.

Oh, hi.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

That's okay. We've just

been here a few minutes.

- I'm Marily.

- Hi.

How do you like the

front of the house?

- And the neighborhood?

- It's good.

- Oh, good.

- Good.

I have the code to the garage,

and I can open the front door

and let myself in that way,

and then I can let you in.

Ah, there it is.

Oh-oh, my...

Sean!

Sean!

Sean Louis Pat!

What?

Your dad wants to see

you in the garage!

Why?

Why?

- Why?

- But he said right now.

Those were out on the ground off the

South Ridge of Roy McNary's land.

And my .30-06 reloads.

I haven't been out

there huntin', son.

Besides, I always pick up my empties.

I even make a mark

on 'em with a sharpie,

just so I can tell

which ones are mine.

Those are mine.

Any idea how they got out there, son?

What the hell were you thinking?

Was this your stupid idea?

Don't you turn your back on me!

Let me talk. Let me talk to him.

Well, the boys are tellin'

different stories.

Two of 'em are sayin' that they

were shooting at the Mexicans...

'cause they were beating on Livy

and tryin' to steal her horse.

You know damned well

that's not what happened.

Do I?

I mean, you thought those Mexicans

were beatin' on Livy too.

I sat here and listened to you

tell me when you pulled up,

that Mexican was trying

to steal Livy's horse.

- Randall...

- That's what you said.

What... what do we got here really?

Roy, I mean... so now we know that the

boys were shooting at the Mexicans.

Livy didn't die of a gunshot

wound, Roy. That's a fact.

He's my son, for God's sake.

Livy was my wife.

Who was the shooter?

Well, the boys are tellin'

different stories, and they're...

- all trying to back each other...

- Randall.

Who was the shooter?

Sean.

The shooter was Sean.

- Flora, can it wait?

- Just thought both you sheriffs...

might want to know that a lady called

over here just now and said she found

a bunch of illegals hiding

out in a garage in Phoenix.

She said one of the illegals asked

her to call over here for her.

She said the woman is

Miguel Ramirez's wife.

Melina Ramirez?

Si? Flora?

Jesus. I'll call you

back in a minute.

- Roy! Roy, you can't take her in there.

- Well, Flora and I just came by.

- We, uh, both have to pee.

- Oh, stop! You can't take her in there!

No, no, don't.

Miss Flora, she can't be in there.

You can't go in there.

Where are the boys at? Where's Sean?

Anybody but Ramirez been charged yet?

You know those boys

aren't flight risk.

Now, they've been released

to their parents recognizance.

Well, that's a dumb idea since it was on

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