Yellowstone - John Duttons daughter

The beating

"Go get that year-old sorrel out of that stall." Rip orders to Jimmy

"I'll get him." Mia replied running towards the barn, Jimmy walking behind.

"Where you taking him?" Tessa asked as she walked over

"I'm tired of trying to ride the rodeo out of this son of a bitch." Rio tells her, "I'm taking him to Hamilton. And he can buck all he wants there."

"Can I come?" Tessa and Mia both ask at the same time, as Mia emerges from the barn.

"No, it's not a fucking road trip." Rip puts his foot down.

"He's too busted up to help you." Mia points to Jimmy, "I can help."

"She doesn't have to do that. I'm just being..." Jimmy trailed off as Tessa and Mia both walked to the truck climbing in.

"Who is that, Jimmy?" Rip questions

"It's, uh, Mia." Jimmy explains, "She's my girlfriend."

"This is gonna be one of these fucking days, isn't it?" Rip chuckled, "I should have never got out of bed. Go get your ass in the truck."

"What do y'all want to listen to?" Mia asked as both men climbed into the front

"The air conditioning." Rip relied

"No music?" Tessa questioned, "we always listen to music Rip."

"Not today we don't." He replies

"Strong silent type. I like it." Mia nodded as Rip began driving. The truck ride was spent with Mia talking the whole time.

"Hey, Rip, where'd you get your jacket?" Mia asked she had moved into the middle of the seat besides Tessa.

"Uh, the Murdoch's, I believe, in Dillon." Rip tells her

"Is it a Filson?" She asked

"I don't know." Rip replied

"I mean, it kinda looks like a Filson." Mia tells him "I really like them short jackets like that. They look hot on a girl? Ya know what I think looks hot?" Mia began to ramble again, "When a girl wears a jacket like it's a shirt. Like, nothing underneath, just the jacket. I think that's sexy."

"If you think about it, it's sexy when men wear exactly what they're supposed to wear, but for girls it's sexy to wear what you're not supposed to wear. I don't know. I wonder why that is. I guess it's the taboo of it, ya know?"

Tessa glanced down as she felt a tug at her boots, next thing her spurs were in Mia's hands.

"Oh, shit, these are Kerry Kelley spurs!" She exclaimed examining them closely , "Woo, I bet these sons of bitches sing all the way down the barn alley. goddamn. You need to get you some of these." She tells Jimmy

"How much are they?" Jimmy asked curiously

"They're like a thousand dollars." Tessa looked towards him.

"Thousand dollars." Jimmy muttered

"Hey, cool shit ain't cheap and cheap shit ain't cool, okay?" Mia told him, "Some Kerry Kelley spurs, and a Bob Marrs saddle... You may not be a cowboy, but by God you'll look like one."

Tessa let out a sigh thinking she might've been done talking but she went again. She was a nice person Tessa couldn't help but admit, but a bit of peace a quiet would be nice.

"Hey, if y'all were on a desert island and could only listen to one song for the rest of your life, what would it be?" She asked curiously, "And remember, that son of a bitch is gonna play twenty-four-seven from the heavens like a fucking rain storm."