Montana Sky Page #7

I have sisters.

That's Nate and Adam.

Better get going.

We'll be late for the fireworks.

- See you.

- Okay. Bye.

There you go.

Have fun, damn it.

Willa?

Am I late?

Well, I brought you these.

It's kind of like bringing brass

to gold.

You look gorgeous.

Have a drink.

These are nice.

Where'd you pick them?

I bought them. In a store.

- That's fancy.

- Where is everyone?

Bozeman. The whole ranch

went up to watch the fireworks.

Supposed to be some fireworks

at the club before the dance.

I told you I don't dance.

Well, someone leads,

someone follows.

We'll figure it out.

Are you ready?

You gonna drink that whiskey

I poured you...

...or you gonna let it go to waste?

Hey, you took Jack's picture down.

- Yeah.

- Let's drink to that.

It's about time somebody

ushered Jack out of the house.

Jack Mercy brought me and

my sisters into this world.

Made us who we are.

I'll give him that.

But...

...I think I'm done listening

to Jack Mercy now.

You smell good.

Tess sprayed some stuff on me.

Gunked up my face.

I like it gunked up.

You got anything on

under that dress?

Why? Have you developed a sudden

interest in getting my clothes off?

There's nothing sudden about it.

Whose idea was the fireworks

at Bozeman?

I told you

I'd choose when and where.

My turn to lead.

But for my natural modesty,

I'd flip on the car radio...

...and go Kenny Chesney

on this whole valley.

They're not awake in the house yet.

Let's keep it that way.

- What's up?

- I'm real sorry, Willa.

We got a bad situation.

The Forest Service called.

We got two more cattle

slaughtered up at the cow camp.

Ham's already took off.

We'll take care of it.

- You don't need this now.

- Let's go.

Where are these animals

supposed to be?

I want what's mine.

The ranch and everything on it.

It's my birthright, same as yours.

Birthright?

Well, I'm half of you, Willa.

The half Jack Mercy tossed away.

Hey, Bess. Is Willa around?

Been calling her.

She's not answering her cell.

Well, she took off with Jim.

I think they went up

to the old cow camp.

Cow camp?

Well, I think they got cell service

out at the cow camp.

I was 16 when my mama died.

She was stone gone when I found her.

Drowned in her own vomit.

She was hooked on crystal meth.

But that ain't what killed her.

No, it was Jack Mercy,

the day he turned his back on us.

She was dead from then on.

So I bury my mom

and I come back here...

...and I get a job

working for my old man.

Big Jack himself.

Only he doesn't have a clue

who I am.

So you waited.

But then he died so quick you didn't

have time to finish the business.

He left it all to you, Lily and Tess...

...who never even knew him!

Never had to live day by day,

cast out but tied to him just the same.

Never worked the skin

of their hands off for him.

Looking to have his pride.

When did you start killing?

I killed that cow

just to kill something.

Right here. Right where Jack Mercy

taught me how to rope a calf.

And then you poisoned my horse?

I watched that man love his animals

more than his own son.

And Pickles.

I didn't plan on killing Pickles,

he just happened along.

Bad luck.

And that girl from White Stone,

she was bad luck too?

No.

Just a whore.

Counting on her sex

to get her money.

Not much different than you

and your sisters.

Hey, you know, you kill me

and nobody gets the ranch.

Oh, I'll get it or no one will.

Just think of the sport I'll have

in the meantime.

- Cute.

- Jim!

Leave, Ben, or I'll kill her.

I don't doubt it, Jim.

Ben.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, God.

There he is. Hey, Nate, looking good.

- Ben, good to see you too.

- All right.

Hey, Tom! Celine, Leanne.

Here you go, Ham. Cheers, buddy.

It's almost time, cowboy.

Isn't she just fairy-tale hot?

Yes, she is.

You've probably got the old

and the new and all of that stuff...

...but these were our grandmother's.

They're beautiful. They're perfect.

I figured she'd want you to have them.

You look so pretty.

Thank you.

I love you.

Can we have some champagne?

To the ladies of Mercy Ranch.

Through rain, snow,

hell and high water...

...we made it a year.

- Yeah, together.

- Together.

You know,

Jack Mercy lived his life hard.

And he died the same.

But he gave us a gift.

And it wasn't this ranch.

It was family.

To the best year of our lives.

Cheers.

I can only take a sip.

Why?

It's not good for the baby.

- Baby?

- Baby?

- Really?

- I'm pregnant.

Here.

- I can't believe it.

- Thank you.

Well, no wonder

she wanted a wedding.

- Willa.

- What?

You are so damned incredible.

So are you.

- Oh, my God, I hope nobody saw that.

- Me too.

Girl, you will never find a band

like this back home.

To hell with L.A.

I stay where the story is.

I told you you were a natural

on the dance floor.

You're pretty much a natural

everywhere.

You're gonna have to marry me.

I don't see no way around it.

Is that your idea of a proposal?

You won't get a better one.

- Well, where's the ring?

- You don't wear rings.

I'll tell you what.

I'll wear yours.

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