What?
Will all girls make you feel restless like this?
In the mountains where life's always hard
Far away from the neon backyard
Where a man who was strong came to stay
Making peace with the earth
Finding love on the way he survives
Cause he's a high mountain ranger
Just a man who ties his dreams to the land
And though there's times that are lonely
He won't ever go
No life worth living in the city below
Not for a high mountain ranger
With those that he loves by his side
And his world is rich
It's beauty is free
Reach out as far as you can see
And for a high mountain ranger
All this is home
You got the list?
Okay, I'll check the oil, meet you inside, and Hailey, be careful of what I say.
Careful of what I say, I know, I know.
You got it.
Buck?
Yeah?
You be careful what you say.
What I say, I got it.
Go on, get.
Thanks Mrs. Barton.
Might better see Mom.
You from around these parts?
No, my Dad and I are camping.
A little late for that.
You're a good boy.
You're a good boy.
You're a good boy.
You're a good boy.
You're a good boy.
You're a good boy.
You're a good boy.
You're a good boy.
You're a good boy.
A little late in the season to be setting up camp, isn't it?
We like to camp this time of year.
Fewer people around.
Yeah, well, most folks have their kids back in school by now.
Don't mind him, honey.
He's the biggest gossip on the mountain.
He has to know everybody.
The oil's okay?
You got everything?
Good.
How much real is it?
That'll be ten-fifty cents.
Ten-fifty cents, and fifty on the money.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
Thank you, ma'am.
Thank you.
But they were asking some questions.
What kind of questions?
Just the usual, nothing big.
Well, that's okay.
Let's make tracks.
Tell you, Bernice, I've seen that face somewhere before.
According to you, you've seen everybody's face.
No, no, I've seen that face.
There.
There, I told you.
Now, what do you say to that?
Good Lord, you're right.
What are you going to do about it?
Do?
I'm going to call the sheriff.
That's what I'm going to do.
I'm surprised your hair don't fall out the way you brush it so much.
Buck, have you ever heard of split ends?
They're football players, ain't they?
You're so weird.
So are we going to stop by and see that friend of yours, the Ranger?
Retired Ranger.
Yeah, maybe we will.
I haven't seen Jesse in a long time.
And if my memory serves me correctly, he has a boy about your age.
And a good-looking one, too.
Cross your fingers, sweetheart.
Buck, please don't let him catch us.
Hang on, kiddo.
Let's go.
Yeah, no doubt about it.
This is it.
They left some surprise behind.
Boy, that cowboy could sure drive.
Just talk to the chopper, Sheriff.
They haven't seen nothing up top.
Great.
The dogs had him for a while, but they must have doubled back by the highway.
Probably hitched a ride.
They're long gone by now.
Yeah, well, thanks for trying, Harv.
Tahoe Theater, Tahoe Control.
This is Tahoe Control. Go ahead, one-niner.
Pat, we got problems.
Get on the phone with the High Mountain Rangers.
Tell them we got a kidnapping up here.
What time you figure it is?
I figure it's about five minutes later than the last time you asked from around 3.30.
I figure you got something you want to do, huh?
No, we'll get this done first.
That's good, because when we finish bailing this hay,
we'll go up on the roof and patch it.
The roof.
But if you had something more important to fix than the roof, then...
No, that's okay.
But it would have to be real important.
Like fishing.
Now, that's important.
You want to go fishing?
Yeah, I like to go fishing.
But I wouldn't want to take you away from your work.
No problem.
I'll get the balls.
Is somebody coming?
Who is he?
I don't know.
Somebody must be lost.
Hey, Jess!
Looks like Buck.
It's not a way of life, D.
By God, it is Buck.
Buck, you look like hell.
Yeah?
Well, you're still knee-high to a fire hydrant and twice as ugly.
It's good to see you.
Good to see you, Amigo.
Well, I guess we've got some introductions to make.
Son, I don't know if you remember, but when you were about five years old,
I took you to a rodeo and truck here and there was this big Brahma bullet
put this man right on his back and then started stepping on his face.
This is my son, Cody Hawks.
Buck Dawkins.
I remember.
Me too, Cody.
Bull's name was Pispal Pete and I got 12 stitches on my lip.
Well, gentlemen, right now, this is the star of my show.
This is my daughter, Haley.
Jess and Cody Hawks.
Hi, Haley.
Hi, Mr. Hawks.
My dad talks about you all the time.
I bet.
Oh, let's put sand in here.
Come on in the house.
Oh, let me grab this.
No, no.
Okay.
Sorry.
Me dog, what's his name?
Dingy.
What's your name and mass?
Wild dog from Australia.
They're called dingos.
Oh.
You go fishing a lot?
Every chance I get, how about you?
Never been.
You've never been?
You're kidding.
Have you ever seen the Los Angeles River?
Not much white water, huh?
No.
Sort of washed the dust down.
No thanks, Jesse.
I haven't had a drink in over three years.
Well, good for you, Buck.
That's what happens between friends when you only
write two postcards in nine years.
You lose touch, I hear you.
Can't believe you're not a ranger anymore.
Why'd you hang it up?
Oh, for a variety of reasons.
Buck, Cody's gonna teach me how to fish, okay?
Fishing?
Where you headed?
Viva Jams, about four miles from here.
Take good care of her, Cody.
She's new to the mountains.
Buck.
Have fun.
We will.
Finally happened to you, huh?
What's that?
What?
Well, you finally found something more important
to you than bulls and horses, huh?
Yeah, I guess so.
It shows, huh?
Yeah, it shows.
How about Jackie?
She still good looking?
Oh yeah, still good looking.
She's dealing cards in Tahoe.
And your oldest boy, Matt?
Last I heard he was going to some fancy college
football scholarship.
Have the parents been notified?
Yeah, yeah, they're flying in.
Thought I'd be here within the hour.
VIP mucky muck, from what I hear.
Man's wearing cowboy boots,
girl's wearing tennis shoes.
Tracks are both real distinctive.
Do you have any idea who picked them up?
Big rig, 18 wheeler.
Matt, pardon my ignorance,
but how do you figure that?
He put a 90-weight oil on the ground.
Probably came from a gearbox or a rear end.
So?
Went out a car, a pick-up.
They all use 90-weight in the rear end.
The car or pick-up had lost that much oil.
It'd still be there.
It's a big rig for sure.
That's very good.
I taught him everything he knows.
So you what?
Let's get on channel 17
and talk to some gear jammers.
We'd be better off hitting the closest truck stops.
Do both of those.
We're going to head back to the office.
FBI's supposed to tell us the file.
I don't even know the guy's name.
Come on, let's go.
FBI?
Yeah.
Question.
Isn't it a little unusual for the FBI
to be involved in child-napping involving parents?
I mean, isn't this usually handled by local agencies?
Not if he takes her into Nevada.
Apparently the stepdad's some big wig from Los Angeles.
That'll do it.
Victim's a 15-year-old named Haley Ann Spencer.
She's abducted from the Chatsworth School for Girls
on November 28.
Chatsworth School for Girls?
Seems like a reform school.
Reform school, my eye.
Chatsworth is the most exclusive prep school in the West Coast.
Flat skirts, white socks,
spoil-rocked daughters of bankers and movie stars.
My college roommate was a chatty.
I couldn't stand her.
It says here she was abducted forcefully
on school grounds by her natural father,
when Buck Dawkins.
That rings a bell, but I don't know why.
Did I see that?