Running Wild Page #5

Get up on the fence,

get back so they can get in.

That's what we're here for,

people!

That's what we're here...

Bussey's here!

Colton!

Give me a moment!

I've got some ideas!

Well, ideas aren't gonna cut it.

If I don't have proof this

wasn't arson, we're done.

Hello, Mr. Bussey.

You don't seem

surprised to see me.

Nope.

Darling, you have

someone very powerful

working against you.

I am so underfunded

and understaffed.

- And yet here you are.

- Yeah.

I was told that some of the

horses were burned alive,

and one of the inmates

is a convicted arsonist.

The horses are fine.

They're right over

there in that corral.

I believe you, Ms. Davis,

but unfortunately some

folks above my pay grade

feel that these

horses are unsafe.

You can tell them they're wrong.

You know that government

doesn't work that way, right?

I've got orders to take them

to the closest holding facility.

So you're gonna

take these horses away

so they can spend the

rest of their lives

stacked on top of each other?

Because of bullshit allegations

whispered into a politician's ear.

I have orders.

These men may spend

the night in jail.

There may be guards

all over the place.

But when they're with these

horses, they are free.

And you're gonna take

that away from them.

I promise you, I promise you,

these men would never

hurt the horses.

I need more than your word.

Good enough for me.

But if you're still

wafflin', buddy,

take a look at this.

Looks like your

new security system

overloaded the junction

boxes, Ms. Stella.

Thank you, Colton,

I'll fix those immediately.

Don't you people have jobs?

- There's no horses!

- Where are the horses?

What, you were supposed to

save the horses.

You are in over your head.

I suggest that you find

a less expensive hobby

and stop wasting my damn time!

You have not failed.

It's just time to recommit!

Pull up your socks!

Go! Alrighty.

Save those horses!

Come on, George b.

That's it.

Oh, you.

I want so much

for you to feel better.

Hey, Ms. Stella.

Could I talk to

you for a minute?

Yeah, yeah, George B's in here.

We just have to

keep him quarantined.

- I'll come to you.

- Okay.

- Hi.

- Hey.

Who do you have there?

Ah, he's pinto.

He is a little

salty today, aren't ya?

Like the bean?

No, pinto actually was the

first horse to cross America.

Every state from

capital to capital.

- Over 20,000 miles.

- You don't say.

True fact, ma'am.

I looked him up online,

back at the prison.

This bit's too tight, though.

See, it's irritating him.

- Got ya.

- Always have to mind their comfort.

Sometimes it's the little

things that matter the most.

Well, then, lesson learned.

Me and the boys have...

No, we really appreciate it.

The way you stood up

for us the other day there.

And since this is

coming to an end,

we wanted to give you something

just to say thank you.

Thank you.

It was actually

Debrickshaw's idea.

But the guards let us

into the workshop last night,

and, well, we came up

with the lettering.

Thank you.

It's the best present

anyone's ever gotten me.

- What are you doing here?

- To see Stella.

I don't think she's

gonna want to talk to you.

Hey! Get off my ranch!

I come in peace.

No cameras, no press,

it's just me.

I have nothing to say to you.

Well, you only

have to say one word.

Yes or no.

Just hear me out, okay?

I would like to adopt

your horses, all of them,

and set them free

on my property.

It would complete

your prison program.

I can re-frame all of this.

"Stella the grieving widow

sets her horses free."

Cameras flash, I forgive you,

everybody loves you,

they already love me.

- We both win.

- No.

You win, I lose my ranch.

I have 30 mares.

We breed them with that magnificent

bucking stallion you've got in there.

Full market value, then we set

the colts free on my property.

You win.

What's your price?

You say this prep

program was a mistake,

that it's hideous and wrong and

that all horses should be free.

All horses deserve a second

chance just like those men,

- they deserve...

- Those men are criminals,

who are in jail because

they hurt people

and you brought them out here and

they could hurt those horses.

It's not what I've seen here.

Stella, these guys

are in and out of jail

all their lives

and they probably will be.

And I'm sorry,

but that's the truth.

You want your old life back?

It's one little word.

Say yes.

Hey, congratulations

are in order.

- Word travels fast.

- Mm-hm, it's a good offer.

You're a real hero.

Is there a burr

in your saddle, cowboy?

Oh, no, ma'am.

You get to keep the ranch and

save your ass, I'm happy for you.

- I haven't said yes yet.

- Why the hell not?

I told you I needed 24 hours,

I wanted to talk to you first.

- What for?

- Because we're a team.

Listen, her offer's only good if I

discredit the program, the guys and you.

She wants to kill prep.

But it doesn't just

save the ranch,

it saves everyone their jobs.

My ex-wife hooked up with a

real son of a b*tch after me.

He'd knock her around,

I'd hear things,

but she told me stay out of it.

Then he hit my kid.

I went to confront him,

things went sideways,

and I beat the hell out of him,

put him in the hospital.

My ex pressed charges,

and I went away.

So there it is.

You have a son.

Yeah. He'll be 14 now.

I haven't seen him

since he was five.

When I went away,

I thought everything that

mattered in my life left me.

But about halfway

through my sentence

I got into the prep program.

Best thing that

ever happened to me.

It made me see that beating

I put on that a**hole

been living with me my whole

life...

long before he got there.

And now it's gone. Turns out

I'm pretty good with orders.

Yeah.

Pretty good.

I know everyone thinks these

guys are circling the drain,

but they are worth fighting for.

I know.

It's your decision,

and I won't stand in your way.

- I know what you're doing.

- You do?

Oh yeah, yeah.

Pressure, pressure and release.

You think

I'm trying to break you?

Maybe.

Or rehabilitate me.

I gotta go turn the horses out.

Good night, Stella.

The giving gal award

goes to a woman who

last year, generously

donated over $1 million

to the president

lieutenant's project.

Mrs. Meredith parish.

Thank you.

Thank you, Charlotte.

And it is my pleasure to serve.

I just hope that

I can inspire you all

to give of yourselves.

This is our biggest

fundraiser of the year.

You know what that means.

The biggest donor

gets this gift.

Yeah, that's right, girls.

So let's hear it,

let's see it happening!

Every dollar will help to go

to promoting historic

preservation...

And patriotism.

Yay!

Now, I sense some

nervousness in this room.

'Cause we've had a little

bit of a public dispute,

but, Stella, come on up here.

We have managed to find

some common ground.

Yay!

Thank you, Meredith.

But I'm not taking your offer.

'Cause I know that the work

we've done on my ranch is good.

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