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can't get you to dance.

- What's your name?

- It's, uh...

- Oh, I'm sorry, did I stump you?

Hey...

- Hey, you were hassling my girl.

- I don't know, man.

Who's your girl?

- Her.

She said you grabbed her ass.

Well, she made a mistake.

- Oh, I see.

So she's a liar, with one sweet,

squeezable ass, right?

- Relax, friend, it didn't happen.

- I ain't your friend, dick.

- Hey! Cut it out, Deke!

- Mind your business, Angel.

- This bar is my business.

You wanna get kicked out?

- You can't kick us all out, Angel.

- Okay, look, I'm leaving, alright?

- You're f***ing right you are...

...buttercup.

Come on!

I gotta piss.

Hey

- Hey. It's New-Boy Ass-Handler.

- I want to ask you something.

- That's great because I want

to ask you something, too.

Ever think you'd die by teeth?

- Dude, shut the f*** up.

Where did you get this pathetic

half-assed power of yours, huh?

Who gave it to you?

Sh*t.

Hey, kid.

I hear you say

that you were looking for work?

- I don't know. Did you?

- Yep-

Danny, I'd like you to meet my wife, Clara.

- Welcome, Danny.

It's a pleasure.

We grow soybeans, corn and wheat.

I keep some sheep,

but that's mostly for the wool.

And Clara, she does some weaving

for the shops.

A farm. Who'd have thought?

Hard work, good people,

with no idea of my problems...

and, seemingly, no inclination to pry.

All John asked was that the work got done.

The only drawback was the animals.

I guess they knew a predator

when they smelled one.

But all in all, things are pretty fine.

And for the first time

in a long time, I felt...

safe.

Oh, uh...

Hey-

- New farmhand.

- Uh, pardon me?

- John took you on, just like that.

- Just like what?

Is there a vetting process?

- Where are you from, kid?

- I'm sorry, who are you?

Connor.

I see you've met my new hand, Danny.

- Danny, is it?

- Yeah. He's my nephew from out west.

- Your nephew or Clara's?

- What can we do for you, Connor?

- One of my boys said this kid

jumped him the other night.

- That's not how I remember it.

- Now hang on, Connor.

- Your "boy" and five of his buddies

tried to jump me.

And then later I asked him why.

Alone.

It seemed more fair.

- Uh-huh. How'd that go?

- He ran off, like a b*tch.

- To be fair, the guys did try

to gang up on him in the bar.

- Yeah, I saw that.

Thing is, Deke's 6 foot,

runs about a buck-ninety.

So I guess my question is,

why run from a little fella like you?

- I don't know. I guess it's like

my old football coach used to say,

"It's not the size of the dog in the fight,

it's the size of the fight in the dog."

I guess your boy's more of a teacup poodle

than anything.

Day's getting on.

We got work to do.

- I'll catch you later, kid.

Oh... John, one more thing,

I saw you at the bar that night as well.

- Sure. I was there.

- I didn't see the two of you speak.

It's a funny way to treat a nephew.

- Well, to tell you the truth,

I didn't recognize him at first.

Been a long time.

- Guess those eyes aren't

as sharp as they used to be.

- Hmm...

- John, who the hell is that guy?

- Danny, you don't want to know.

What's wrong? What's happening?

- The sheep need feeding.

- No!

- Animal.

- What?

- Well, animals.

Things get scarce, up in the hills.

The wolves come down here to feed.

- Oh...

I see. That's what you...

that's what you think it was?

- What else could it be?

- Oh... that.

Just like you said.

- The poor little bleater.

Ah well, look on the bright side.

- Bright side?

Clara, that smells wonderful.

- Back with gravy.

- Help yourself.

- How often you guys losing sheep?

- Oh, it happens.

The wolves have to eat too, you know.

I'll take that.

- Wolves.

Is that where the town gets its name?

Lupine Ridge?

- What's that?

- Lupine. It means wolf, right?

- Oh! Well, no...

Actually, it means wolf-like.

- What's the difference?

- I don't know.

Mm...

- I am not going to do any killing.

- You will not defend yourself?

- Oh, I'll shoot if I have to.

But I'll shoot to wound, not to kill.

Tonight at 11 .

After the discovery of two mutilated

members of a Colorado biker gang

bearing a grisly similarity

to the Cannibal Kid murders,

a frightened nation is asking

where is Cayden...

- Um...

I'm gonna go into town.

- Well, I can see why that would

require you to turn off the TV.

I just, uh...

...thought I'd let you know.

Hey, Cayden.

Your name's Cayden Slaughter, right?

- No, it's...

Who are you?

- I'm Carter Wills.

I'd be your...

your second cousin, I guess.

- My what?

- Listen,

the others might be too afraid to say it,

but you have to haul ass

on out of town, kid,

or you're gonna get us all killed.

- I think you think I'm somebody else.

- No, you think you're somebody else.

And, listen, he doesn't know

who you are yet.

Only a few of us do.

But you think he's not gonna find out?

And when he does...

- Who's gonna find out what'?

What are you talking about?

- You really don't know sh*t, do you?

It's Connor, man!

F***ing County Police

don't even come up here anymore.

He decides who lives and who dies.

Yeah, he kicked my own f***in'

brother out of town...

Oh, God...

Jesus...

Get the f*** out of here, kid, please.

Excuse me.

- What? I'm allowed

to have one of these, you know.

- I'm part owner here.

- Stop drinking all our beer, Gail!

- I don't even know what

you're talking about. I don't even know.

- Could I... just... get one of those?

- There you go.

- So, back again.

- Well, it is the only bar in town.

- And how do you find

our little town so far?

- Strange.

Like it's got secrets.

- Hey! Judgy!

How about next time I tell you

when you had... I've had enough?

Okay?

- Okay

- Okay-

- Is she going to be okay?

- Yeah. As okay as she gets.

- How does she keep her job?

- It's tough to fire your own sister.

- Oh, so you really do own this place?

What are you, some kind

of small-town princess or something?

- Small-town heiress, actually.

Both our parents are dead.

- Oh... I'm...

I'm sorry.

Both of my parents are... dead... as well.

- Well, then...

A tribute to orphans.

Hey, buddy.

- So...

what's up, fellas?

- Saw you talking to the kid, Carter.

- What kid?

- The one Tollerman's

been keeping out on his farm.

- Oh, yeah. That a**hole.

- What did you tell him, exactly?

- Tell him? Nothing.

Well, just to get the f*** out of town,

you know. Hit the road.

- Why's that?

- 'Cause I saw him

sniffing around Angelina.

I figured maybe he was pissing you off.

- You told him about me?

- No... Sh*t, no. Nothing.

- That's funny.

I thought I heard my name.

- No. Hell, no, Connor.

I just played it off as, you know,

"Small town, we don't like outsiders

so f*** off." You know'?

- Hmm...

I'm having a problem here, Carter.

See, I know this kid's

from one of the old lines.

Maybe he's from here

or maybe he's from down east,

from the Synod. Maybe.

But what I'm really trying to figure out

is why Tollerman took him on so quick.

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