The music blares as the band of Texas Rangers rides through the forest. Even though it's still mighty bright, Kansas says, "Whoa! We're going to run out of daylight soon enough. Why don't we drop camp and hit 'em in the morning." Harmon: "I'd say that's a plan! Let's camp!" The men heartily agree. A, ahem, lone rider comes up the path behind them. Kansas drops his bedroll and exclaims, "Who the hell's that?" Harmon Hartman grabs his binoculars, looks through them, and sees Luke riding up the dusty trail behind them. He says, "Aw, it's my brother, dammit." Chad has changed his clothes. He's taken off his suit and is wearing gear better suited to a Texas adventure. Harmon continues, "He's more stubborn than I am." Kansas slaps him on the back and jokes, "There's a frightening thought!" Oh, and Luke managed to find a horse and a ten-gallon, and then ride fast enough to catch up to the Rangers, who probably had a good hour's headway. Hell, he was even able to track their path through the good old Texas landscape. I'd say he's quite fit to become a hero. Yawn.
Back in town, Jake from Once & Again greets a Mr. and Mrs. Owens by asking them if they've enjoyed themselves. Mr. Owens replies, "Slept like a baby, Mr. Landry." Landry greets Grace, blathers on about the fact that she's going to make him a rich man, something about silk carpets, and then tells her that Harmon and the Rangers rode out that morning. Blah she's proud, blah she's not worried, blah he flirts, and blah they're friends, blah useless scene, blah wasting time blah.
Out in the woods, Harmon teaches Luke to shoot a gun. They've got pinecones set up on a fallen log. Are there pine trees in Texas? Harmon shoots! Then, he says, "Don't look at me like that. I'm only letting you stay here tonight because it's too dangerous to let you go back in the dark." Luke shifts his weight back and forth and smiles: "Sure, big brother, that's why you're teaching me to shoot?" Harmon explains that the last thing they want to do is shoot people. They're there for the law. For the order. Now aim! Luke looks, aims, then fires. He's a crack shot. So he giggles like a schoolgirl and jumps around hootin' and hollerin'. Harmon tells him to try it again. He does. And again he knocks the pinecone right off the dead tree. Harmon hands him another gun. Luke doesn't shoot just one, oh no -- he shoots all three. Harmon exclaims, "You are a dead shot. You are a natural!" They bond over Luke's hidden talents.