If John Dutton's girlfriend is one thing is it's a bleeding fucking heart for hurt animals. She rescues them and nurses them back to life and releases them, which he has no problem with. Till Marty came along. Marty is a 3-legged possum she's trying to get him to keep the damn possum. The fucker sleeps in their bed and cuddles with him on the couch when he isn't trying to steal food from the cabinets. She loved that God damn possum so much she takes the fucking thing on walks. He finally gives in one day and lets her keep Marty the 3-legged possum. She's taking Marty on his daily walk when she joins John, Rip, and a bunch of the other hands as they watch a new hand Jimmy try and ride a horse. She picked Marty up and John scratched the possums head. Jimmy us bucked off by her and looks up at hee holding Marty. Jimmy: Is that a fucking possum on a leash he asked as John tried not to laugh