Sweeping views of farm and ranch land. It’s a dreary
winter day. COWS chase green grass near HAY BALES
stacked as high as the tallest building you'll find around here. TRACTORS maneuver in the mud; their tires leaving even more damage. Iced over ponds and creeks dot the pastures. Brittle trees line the roads washed out from the rains.
not making it anymore.
This is more true today than it was then.
INT. TIBIDEAUX FARMHOUSE, LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
burning stove creates a soft glow. TWO DOGS are curled
up beneath the hearth. Ragged and dog-eared livestock
magazines litter the coffee table next to crystal candle
Pots and pans CLANG in the b.g.
JACK TIBIDEAUX, 30s, comes in the back door, stirring
the dogs from their nap. He’s handsome, tall and
strong - a horseshoer’s build. He takes off his flat
hat and silk wild rag around his neck, hanging them
on the vintage rack on the wall.
He takes a look around.
I see the power came back on.
Yeah, late this afternoon.
Jack looks down at his MUDDY BOOTS and takes a step back
NANCY TIBIDEAUX, 30s, emerges from the kitchen to greet
him. She’s naturally cute. Her long, red hair tied in a
ponytail with not a stitch of make-up on.
The water finally came on around eleven.
Jack comes back inside, bootless. The fringe on his worn and patched chaps SLAPS against the leather. He slips out of them and peels off his thick pea coat, revealing mud-caked clothes.
Whoa. You’re a mess.
He scans his water soaked jeans and stretches out his
He pulls her close as she struggles for freedom.
You know you love it.
You’re dripping on the rug.
A shiver takes him over.
Man, I’m chilled to the bone.
Go sit by the fire.
I made it myself.
Jack looks over to the now dying fire.
I can see that.
She glances at it too.
Nancy heads to the kitchen with Jack following.
INT. TIBIDEAUX FARMHOUSE, KITCHEN - SIMULTANEOUS
Nancy busies herself with dinner prep and Jack heads to the fridge for a beer.
How was it today?
Icy and wet.
He smiles sweetly at her.
I know, but what are you gonna do?
Not really. Oh, the bank called this
Now? Didn’t we do it in the spring last
Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.
But, get this, she called around nine and
I didn’t catch the phone. The message
said they wanted to do it this afternoon.
Jack nearly spits out his beer.
Yeah. I thought it was weird too.
First, like you’d be here at nine in the
morning. During calving season. During
feeding season. And second, that you’d
just have the afternoon wide open.
Is that all she said?
That is kinda weird. I’ll give her
a call tomorrow and we’ll set it up, I
Jack steals a carrot from the cutting board and kisses
Nancy on the cheek.
I’m gonna take a shower and warm up.
You should take a bath.
He grabs another beer out of the fridge and heads out of
Oooh, can I have lavender in it too?
Nancy just laughs to herself.
EXT. TIBIDEAUX RANCH - MORNING
Horses and calves munch on hay in the front pasture as a
small truck makes its way up the paved driveway, stopping
at the garage of the brick house.
clipboard in hand. She glares at her surroundings as she
makes her way around the house to the front door.
INT. TIBIDEAUX FARMHOUSE, BEDROOM - SIMULTANEOUS
Nancy is snuggled in bed with the dogs.
She barely stirs as the doorbell CHIMES. The dogs,
however wake and are off and running.
EXT. TIBIDEAUX FARMHOUSE, FRONT DOOR - SIMULTANEOUS
Dogs BARK on the other side of the door as Madison presses her face against the glass next to it, peering inside.
INT. TIBIDEAUX FARMHOUSE, BEDROOM - SIMULTANEOUS
The continued KNOCKING startles Nancy and she rushes out
of bed and to the front door.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
INT. TIBIDEAUX FARMHOUSE, FRONT DOOR - SIMULTANEOUS
Nancy swings the door open only to find Madison on the
Oh man, you scared me. I thought
something happened to Jack.
Oh, no, it’s only me.
Nancy is both pissed and confused.
With that knocking, I thought for sure
there was an emergency.
What can I do for you?
Well, I called yesterday.
I didn’t hear anything.
Jack didn’t get home until late.
He planned to call today.
Nancy opens the door a bit more and Madison immediately
steps inside, eyeing the room.
Is something wrong?
No. We just need to do the inspection.
I thought y’all were gone or something
and thought I better come by.
Like we were out of town?
You just called yesterday morning. Jack
hasn’t even had a chance to call you back.
Well, I just thought I better check
Okay. Well, Jack’s down working for
one of the neighbors, he needs to check
with him and find out when he can do it.
Madison shuffles her feet, but doesn’t budge.
When do you think he’ll be able to? Since
the freeze is over, we thought it would be
a good time.
I wouldn’t know. I do know it’s a muddy
mess here, so I can only imagine what
Palmer looks like.
So you think early next week?
Nancy is aggravated, but keeps it under wraps.
Again, I would have no idea. He is
speaking with them today and planned on
calling you later.
Okay, well, we’ll plan on early next week
With that, Nancy opens the door to let her out.
Sounds fine. I’ll make sure he gives you
INT. TWEETY JOHNSON’S HOUSE - NIGHT
Small house, cluttered. TWEETY JOHNSON, 60s, is a big
boy. He relaxes in his Lazy-Boy, reclined as far as the
chair can muster. Beer can in one hand, remote in the
On T.V. we SEE:
A NEWSCASTER reporting on another winter ice storm
BITSY JOHNSON comes in and pulls out a TV tray table
from the corner, setting it up next to Tweety’s resting
He clicks the remote, changing the channel; on T.V. we SEE:
A WEATHERMAN, standing in front of an interactive map,
describing the latest developments. Then, flashes of
washed out roads, fallen trees, icy roads, snow.
Man, this sucker isn’t lettin’ up.
Bitsy heads out of the room.
Any good news?
Doesn’t look like it.
She returns with a massive plate of food and sets it on
the tray table. Tweety struggles with the chair, but
finally gets it in the upright position, sliding his
dinner in front of him.
What about the cows?
They’ll be fine with the weather, they’ve
got the trees, but I sure would like to
spread them out a little more.
Well, we know that ain’t gonna happen.
EXT. TIBIDEAUX PALMER LEASE, FRONT 160 ACRES - DAY
A fine mist hangs in the air adding to the already
miserable cold temperatures.
Jack stands beside an open iron gate as Madison’s truck pulls through the entrance. As he shuts it behind them, Madison and WAYNE CATCHER, 60s, file out.
Where are they at?
In one of the back pastures.
Wayne looks back at the truck.
Oh, should we get back in?
Not if you don’t want to get stuck.
Jack unties his horse, mounting him with ease. They trot through the pasture of wet, yellow grass; heading for some trees in the distance. The other two tentatively follow on foot.
You feed them back there?
Yeah, like I told her, I’m not on
Why didn’t you move them up here?
When would I have had time? This had
How many acres is this lease?
And how many is this pasture?
It’s broken up, but basically 160.
Jack trots slightly ahead of them with a small grin on his face. Madison looks like a wet rag doll already.
EXT. TIBIDEAUX PALMER LEASE, BACK 160 ACRES - LATER
Fifty cows and lots of newborn calves mill about. Some
munch on grass, some hide in the thick trees; taking
cover from the weather.
Jack unhinges a wire gate and Wayne and Madison make
their way through it. He closes it and heads past
They come upon a creek running across their path. Jack and his horse head right in as Wayne and Madison stop on the bank.
The trusted horse wades through the water, in some places dipping up to his knees. When he gets to the other side, Jack turns to see they haven’t crossed.
Madison is drenched and shaking. She looks to Wayne and motions her head “no”.
Can you just push them out so we can see
I thought you said you wanted to count
We do. You’ll just need to push them all
I’ll see what I can do.
Jack turns his horse toward the tree line on his right and follows it. Cows move out from the trees into the open as they move forward. Wayne and Madison become specks in the b.g.
Thick trees surround a pond. Cows are barely visible in
the pine branches. Jack walks alongside his horse and cusses to himself as a branch snaps back and hits him across the face, knocking his hat off and leaving a scratch on his face.
Cows rustle branches, coming into view.
He pushes them into a clearing as another branch slaps
him across the chest.
EXT. TIBIDEAUX PALMER LEASE, BACK 160 ACRES - LATER
View from binoculars:
One hundred or so cows graze in the open pasture.
Newborn calves nurse from their mothers.
Wayne pulls the binoculars away from his eyes.
Madison makes a hash mark on her clipboard.
She checks another one off.
Jack emerges on the outskirts of the herd and trots back across the creek to join them.
I have to tell you, this isn’t at all
what I expected to find.
Jack is concerned.
Yeah, you’ve got a couple in there that
could use a little more protein, but all-
in-all that’s a pretty good bunch.
What were you expecting?
Pretty sick animals.
Why would you think that?
A guy came into the office and said you
weren’t feeding anything out here.
Madison shuffles her feet.
I don’t know. Some guy.
How would anyone know what I’m doing?
Someone probably wants the lease.
Wow. I really don’t know what to say.
Why didn’t you say anything to me?
Not the way it works.
Jack contains his anger.
We still have to count them all.
I got out what I could.
Wayne scratches Jack's horse behind the ears.
Yeah, that’s fine. We’ll come back out
when this weather clears up a bit or when
you start them on regular feed. I can
decent grass. Cuts down on the hay cost,
Yeah, for now.
I can’t believe someone would do something
People need land.
Wayne looks over to a shaking Madison.
Why don’t we get out of here.
Jack blots at some blood coming from the cut on his face.
Sounds good to me.
And with that, they head back through the gate and
pasture, feet and hooves splashing with every step.
EXT. TIBIDEAUX PALMER LEASE - FRONT 160 ACRES - LATER
As Wayne and Madison make their way back to the truck, neighbor Tweety Johnson comes down the main road, kicking up mud behind him. He stops in front of the entrance.