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"Then we'll have to tear the church down," Jenkins muttered.

Beth sat by the massive stone fireplace, a glass of amber liquid cradled in her hand. She wasn't drinking it; she was just watching the way the firelight danced through the glass, painting fractured gold patterns on her knuckles. Across from her sat Jamie, his eyes buried in a stack of legal documents. He looked like a man trying to use a paper shield to stop a hurricane. Yellowstone 1x9

A few miles away, near the border of the Broken Rock Reservation, Chief Thomas Rainwater stood on a ridge overlooking the valley. The lights of the Dutton ranch were a faint, defiant glow in the distance. Beside him, Dan Jenkins stared at the same view, his hands jammed deep into the pockets of his expensive Italian coat. "Then we'll have to tear the church down," Jenkins muttered

Jamie didn't look up. "Lose what, Beth? The land? The ranch? I’m the only one filing the injunctions keeping the state from paving over the arena." Across from her sat Jamie, his eyes buried