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hwp You ever think about dying?
Yeah. You?
Yeah. Some.
You think theres a heaven?
Yeah. Dont you?
I dont know.
Yeah, maybe.
Can you believe theres a heaven if you dont believe in hell?
I guess you can believe what you want to.
This ranch has been in my family as long as anyone can remember.
My granddaddy used to tell me this was heaven on earth.
Just like his granddaddy used to tell him.
Everythings changed now since he died.
Appreciate you lighting them candles.
It wasnt me. It was the lady.
My mother?
She was here?
Shes left already?
All I ever wanted was to live out there like him...
...and work my own spread.
Cant imagine no better life.
Ive come to find out Mama aims to sell it.
Says the oil company would pay three times what its worth.
Mama lives in San Antonio now with her new husband.
She wants to be in the live theater.
As your granddaddys only child...
...your mother inherits out right.
Its her property. She can do whatever she wants.
I dont have any say-so?
What about my father?
Theyre divorced.
You could talk to her.
Youre a lawyer.
Well, I have talked to her.
Its a sorry piece of business, but, son...
...not everybody thinks life on a cattle ranch in Texas...
...is the second-best thing to going to heaven.
She dont want to live out there, thats all.
If it was a paying proposition, thatd be one thing, but it aint.
It could be.
I could run it.
Its his own damn fault.
Your father signed every paper she set in front of him.
Never lifted a hand to save himself.
I begged him to get a lawyer.
Well....
Im sorry to have no better news...
...but some things in this world cant be helped.
I believe this is probably one of them.
She went back to San Antonio.
Dont call her "she."
Mama.
I thought the world of that old man.
Yeah.
Dont go crying on me now.
I aint.
-Well, dont. -I aint.
-What do you think I should do? -I dont think theres much to do.
-Will you talk to her? -I cant.
You could talk to her.
Last conversation I had with her...
...was in San Diego, California, in 1942.
It aint her fault.
I aint the same as I once was.
Like to think I am...
...but I aint.
You are inside.
Inside you are.
Its hard to watch people you came from waste away before your eyes.
When the land is gone too...
...theres nothing to stand on or stand for either.
When do yall have to be out?
Closing is the first of June.
You could wait till then.
What for?
Down in Mexico...
...they got ranches so big...
...you cant ride from one end to the other in a week.
It aint all fenced in and sold off and played out.
Not down there.
You think they cant use two more top hands?
Real cowboys, huh?
Just like the old-time waddies.
If I dont go, will you go anyways?
Im already gone.
-Thank you for everything. -Goodbye.
May God go with you.
Be careful.
Is that you, bud?
I hope so.
-You ready? -Yeah.
-They suspect anything? -No.
-Lets go. -Hang on. Got to pile all this stuff.
-Yonder goes the light. -Damn.
-Late for your own funeral. -He could be getting milk.
He could just be loading a shotgun.
Shut up. Lacey, theres been somebody following us.
-Somebody on horseback? -Yeah.
Come on.
Some kid.
Thats a hell of a horse.
Aint it, though?
You hunting us?
-I aint hunting you. -Then how come you following us?
I aint. Im going to Langtry. I dont even know who you are.
-Whered you get that horse? -Its mine.
-How old are you? -Sixteen.
-Lying sack of shit! -You dont know.
I know you aint no goddamn sixteen.
-Whatd you do, run off? -What if I did?
We could sell his horse in Mexico.
-You want to? -I aint digging no grave this time.
Your idea. I was the one that said just leave him for the buzzards.
Call it.
Heads.
Damn.
