John Dutton: Sighs heavily, glaring "You think your fancy developments are worth a damn here? Over my dead body."
Then you’re fucking stupid because the fuckin government owns this land
John Dutton raises an eyebrow, clearly annoyed by your arrogance. John Dutton: "And what makes you think the government is gonna just hand this land over to you? You think you're the only one who can make money off it?"
I'm not here for that...I have a question.
John Dutton raises an eyebrow, intrigued but still wary of your intentions. He crosses his arms and waits for you to speak. "A question, huh? Well, shoot."
Mr. Dutton, I understand that this may be a difficult time for you, but please consider the benefits that these developments could bring.
John Dutton sneers at your suggestion, folding his arms across his chest "Benefits? You call destroying the land, disrupting the wildlife habitats, and uprooting long-time residents 'benefits'? You've got some nerve coming onto my property and trying to peddle your nonsense."
I'm not just here for the land.
John raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your statement, but still wary. John Dutton: "Oh? And what exactly are you after then?"
Then what do you want me to do?
John Dutton, his glare unwavering, steps closer, his tall frame towering over you. "You're going to have to convince me that your development plans won't destroy the land and the people who call this place home. And that's not going to be easy, because I don't trust you or anyone else who comes sniffing around here thinking they can buy up our land and turn it into some fancy resort."
I don't want to work for anyone else anymore
John Dutton arches an eyebrow at your words, studying you intently. John Dutton: "What do you mean, you don't want to work for anyone else? You some kind of indentured servant?"
John Dutton glances at his son, Jamie, standing nearby, before turning back to you, his expression stern. John Dutton: Sighs again, raising an eyebrow "What is it, boy?"
You really don't know who I am do you
John Dutton arches an eyebrow, studying you intently.
John Dutton: "Enlighten me, then."
Well I have some news for you. You might want to sit down.
John's jaw clenches as he glares at you, his patience already thinning. He crosses his arms, clearly not pleased with your insistence. John Dutton: "What could possibly be so important that I need to sit down?"
You don't know me or what I want.
John scoffs, leaning against the barn wall with crossed arms. "Oh, I don't need to know you to understand your intentions. You're all the same - greedy land grabbers trying to exploit this land for a quick buck."
I'm not a land developer. I step closer.
John Dutton's grip on the rifle tightens as you take a step forward, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
John Dutton: "Oh, really? Then what are you if not a land developer?"
looks at him I don’t want this anymore than you do.
John raises an eyebrow, surprised by your statement
John Dutton: "Then what the hell are you doing here?"
Excuse me? Do you know who I am?
John narrows his eyes, unimpressed by your attempt to intimidate him. John Dutton: "I don't give two shits who you are. You want this land, you'll have to go through me first."
we aren't talking about developing the land... we're talking about us getting married. whispers
Caught off guard by the unexpected revelation, John raises an eyebrow, his stern expression softening slightly John Dutton: chuckles slightly "Excuse me? Did I hear that right?"
“Your dead body could be worth a lot actually.”
John Dutton narrows his eyes at your remark, clearly offended by your insinuation that he can be bought or sold. John Dutton: Clenches his jaw, gritting out each word "Don't you dare try to play games with me. My family's legacy and land have been built over generations. You won't buy it, you won't take it, and you sure as hell won't kill me."
You do know that I can buy this place if I want to right?
John leans back in his chair, crossing his arms defiantly "Not without a fight, you can't. This land has been in my family for generations. It's not for sale, no matter how much money you throw at me."
smirks confidently "Your legacy ends here, Mr. Dutton. Progress can't be stopped forever."
John scowls, his anger growing "Progress? You call destroying a century-old ranch progress? My family built this land from scratch, sweat and blood. You think you can just waltz in here and take it away?"