tom, off in the distance -- against a sky that seems to be touching the land -- is riding along a creek. closer up, we see he's rustling the bushes with a stick. some stray cows run out of the bushes. tom races after them. his horse shepherds the cow across the creek and up a hillside.
the air smells of scorched flesh. there is nothing but noise. calves, separated from their mothers, "cry." they are moved out through a series of connected pens into a narrow chute, and then one by one into a holding pen. they're clamped and lowered sideways onto a table and given a shot, a yellow insect tag in one ear, branded, then sent back to their mother's. the bulls, in a pen by themselves, stand haughty, paying no attention. frank helps "doctor" the calves. joe brands.
the truck is parked at the foot of a mountain. grace, very pleased with herself, sits beside tom on the cab's roof, looking around them at the great montana. after a beat;
they ride along the creek, crossing at a ford. they ride up towards the mountains.
the cattle drive returns. tom, annie, grace, et al.  are on their horses, heading back towards the ranch when grace sees in the distance;
in the distance, we see the pick-up truck parked out in the pasture. tom is standing with robert -- in jeans, now -- and grace, telling robert about the ranch. robert has his arms around grace, asking questions, interested in everything.  grace is loving being with her two favorite men.