You're too young for my sister, Miguel.
She doesn't even know your name.
What are you doing? Finish your homework.
Dinner's almost ready.
- You have to leave. - What?
Take Miguel and go, now.
Wait, wait. What's going on?
The Cartel is after me. You have to go.
What about you?
Don't worry about me.
Just follow the plan.
Carlos, wait, what happened?
They'll want to set an example.
They'll come for you next.
Who was that, mama?
It was your uncle Carlos.
Bring your stuff. We need to leave.
If we don't find it what do we tell Angel?
We'll find it.
You cross the Cartel Carlos, your family well pay.
Come on, Jackson.
BP, this is Jim Hanson.
I've got four or five IAs heading north out near my ranch, about a half-mile from the fence.
Copy that, Jim.
Agents on the way.
Hanson here. Better send a medic out.
Found one left behind. Over.
You James Hanson?
Carl Neeham, from Pima County Merchants Bank.
It's a Notice of Trustee's sale.
Let you know that the ranch is to be sold at auction in 90 days.
Law requires you be notified.
I'd have called, but I couldn't find a phone listing for you.
I was in last month, explained my situation to Ned Fremont.
- He assured me... - Yes, well, Ned's no longer with us.
Not sure why he didn't follow it, but bank policy is to take action if there hasn't been a payment in over six months.
You should also know, Mr. Hanson, that the bank has the right to sell the property before those 90 days if it receives a reasonable offer from a third party.
That hill over there...
Spread my wife's ashes on top of it last year.
I'm sorry for your loss.
- Look, Mister... - Neeham.
I'm no deadbeat.
I just a need a little time to sort things out, get back on track.
Yeah, like I said, you've got 90 days, you know, most likely.
Um, my number's on there if you have any questions.
You have yourself a good evening.
Frame's almost built, and I got to watch my budget and all.
Anyway, don't you have a ranch to run?
Sold most of it off.
Down to the last few head of cattle.
Christine's medical bills wiped me out.
Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
I can dig that hole for you. It'll be done by sundown.
I wouldn't be asking if I didn't need the job.
Look, Jim, that kind of work is not for someone...
Someone my age? Come on, Randall.
You know I can outwork any man here.
Listen, I got a new project starting next month.
Come see me then, I'll see what I can find for you, okay?
I was out your way last week.
Things are looking mighty lean.
Tell me about it.
At 70 cents per pound,
- we're talking 17 grand. - Ah.
Could you make it 20?
There's not a lot of profit selling underweight cattle, you know.
I'm sorry, Jim.
Let me know what you decide, buddy.
Sorry to bother you, Sarah. I thought you'd want to know.
I appreciate it, Angie.
Yeah. It's been a long time since I've seen him here.
Hey, there, stranger.
- This seat taken? - It's for you.
Mmm-mmm. No, thanks.
- Thanks for the call yesterday. - Mmm.
A few more hours, that fella would've been one for the coroner.
His lucky day, I guess.
Not sure he sees it that way.
Walked all the way from Honduras, spent his life savings on a coyote who left him in the middle of nowhere.
All for naught.
Yeah, it's a cruel world.
That pass has kept us busy all week.
The cartels are running everything through there.
Drugs, people, guns.
What else is new?
I worry about you, out there on the front lines, all by yourself.
It would be fine if the government would get its shit together and figure that mess out.
What is going on?
What are you doing back here?
Been wondering that myself.
What the hell am I doing?
I guess I'm trying to understand how you work your whole life, serve your country, pay your taxes, and end up without a pot to piss in.
Lost my home, my livelihood, and the only person that made any of it worthwhile.
Come on, let's get you back.
There we go.
Leave it, Sarah. Just leave it.
I like to remember her like this.
I've never seen my mom so happy as the day she married you.
Wasn't right, her going out the way she did.
Watching her suffer like that.
I couldn't imagine anything worse.
Now I know.
Let's get you to bed.
Come on, Pops.
Rest these old bones.
It wasn't right, Sarah.
I miss her, too.