Beth: I'm sorry. I didn't know what she meant to you.
John: It's not what she means to me, honey. It's what's right, what's decent. No rules with our enemies, but she isn't our enemy.
Beth: Well, that's an argument for another time, but your ranch, your rules. I fight how you say fight. I'd like to stay.
John: This is your home. You don't need my permission to live here.
Beth: For me, I do.
John: Then you have it.
Hey. You're can away and then wander back in a few years, thinking everything's going to be the same, which it won't. I mean he might be gone. Shit, this ranch might be gone. And when it's gone, baby, I'm gone. You break your promise to me, and it stays broke.
Rip
