Cimarron Page #5

I can't tell you half the things I'm thinking.

Yancey, I feel so light...

- so queer. I think I'm going to...

- Sugar. Honey.

Sabra.

Outlaws. The chief has been saying

they're shooting up the bank.

Kid! That's Cravat.

Dang it! I didn't figure on him.

Take care of Sabra...

and keep everybody away

from those windows.

Yeah.

- What's going on?

- Keep back. It's all right. Just keep back.

Yancey's out there,

and I can't do anything.

Where's Cim?

Cim!

I'll find him, Miss Sabra.

Oh, no. No, Isaiah!

Hold tight! Hold tight!

You pegged me.

I never figured we'd end up

on the opposite sides of the fence, Kid.

My fault, Yance. Didn't have an invite.

Can I do anything?

You can blow me to a pine box,

if you want to.

Sure, old Kid.

And I'll owe you for it.

Sorry.

- Pegged you in the arm, eh?

- Strangle the whole bunch!

Say, you're a foreigner!

All right, we'll pick them up

and put them in the front window.

Yancey, that's the highest price

shooting ever done in this community...

with all the rewards out for The Kid.

Bankers Association pays

$10,000 cash, alone.

Wells Fargo, $5,000.

And the railroads

of Santa Fe and County, $5,000 each.

- And you'll get it all, Yancey.

- More than $30,000.

And the government's price

on The Kid's head.

- You'll hear from Washington.

- Old Ben Harrison'll be tickled pink...

for getting rid of the last real bandit

of the country.

I wouldn't be surprised if they

appoint you governor of the territory.

I'll send that bandit to you, Yance.

Mama! Mama!

Cim.

Here comes the boss.

- He's hurt.

- A little, I think.

Master Yancey.

Master Yancey.

Don't you worry about it, sugar.

Doctor Valien'll be right over.

Darling. I'm so grateful it isn't worse.

The whole town's so proud

of what you've done...

getting rid of those bandits and outlaws.

Just think, all that money.

Cim's education,

Donna can go East to school.

We'll have a new printing press.

I'll send back the rewards, every dollar.

You'll send them back?

I knew The Kid

when he was riding the open range...

making honest money.

I've rode with him.

I've slept in the prairie beside him.

We were friends.

The fool.

Why, one of his bullets

might've hit you, or Cim, or Donna.

That's why I killed The Kid...

not for money.

What's the matter with Isaiah, Mama?

Well, old Grover's finally woke up

to what we need out here.

It's the greatest thing

that ever happened to the territory.

Why, folks'll flock in

from all over the country.

Hey, it'll be a bigger rush

than we had here in '89.

Bigger? I should say so.

Why they'll add

six million acres to our two.

Great chance for a man

to make a fortune out there.

Another four weeks, eh? September 16?

That's what the telegram says, boys.

A new run! The biggest thing yet!

Three times more land than in '89.

- What a chance.

- What a chance for a man!

Say, how about you, Yancey?

- You wouldn't miss this, would you?

- I can't boys. I got too much work to do.

- Come on, Yancey.

- Yeah, come on, Yancey.

I'll be getting you a horse, Yancey.

Hey, Yancey!

Pull in the books with the big figures.

We'll be looking for you.

I'm gonna sell out everything I got...

and head for that Cherokee land.

Well, I would, too,

but I don't think the foot will hold.

Headline for the Cherokee article, Jess...

- and lock her up.

- Well, my crackers!

This extra will be sold out

before 10 minutes.

You know, every...

I think that was the nicest

club meeting we've ever had.

Your speech was so interesting,

Mrs. Cravat.

Thank you.

Don't forget the next meeting

is at my house.

- Election for president.

- I won't forget.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

See you Saturday

at the croquet tournament.

Yes, indeed.

- Cim, dear, look out for Donna.

- All right, Mama.

She would be the first in town

to have balloon sleeves.

I never...

- Why don't you fix that?

- We are fixing it.

What, with cracks to fall through?

You know, I understand balloon sleeves

were all the style...

at the Chicago World's Fair.

Do tell.

That's terrible.

Don't cry, darling.

- Why, it's Betsy Levitt.

- Did you ever?

See, now, here's a piece of candy for you.

- I don't want...

- Don't you want it? Oh, yes.

- Take your hands off that child.

- Come here, Betsy.

Tell, dear.

You try any of your kidnapping tricks,

you'll suffer for it.

- Why l...

- You vicious hussy.

You're not fit to touch a child.

Come, Mrs. Sessy.

I suppose I should've let her lie there

in the mud and cry.

...and how they applauded when I said:

"Oklahoma has made its history overnight.

"Like a miracle out of the Old Testament."

You're right, dear. I do like it here.

I'm so glad we came away from Wichita.

And you should've seen them

open their eyes at this.

- What do you think of it?

- Cruelty to animals.

Yancey. It's the very latest thing

from Chicago.

Some old squaw sees some of that,

and she'll want to buy a pair...

and put a papoose in each sleeve.

Cousin Della writes

they'll be even fuller by autumn.

By autumn?

- What's in the telegram?

- News, sugar.

President Cleveland has set a date

for the opening of the Cherokee strip.

The Cherokee land?

The government's bought it

from the Indians for the huge sum...

of $1.40 an acre.

- Pushing them further back.

- Well, it's a good thing.

They made no use of it, anyhow.

Dirty, filthy, good for nothing, low...

Honey.

Honey, come here.

Let's go, Sabra. Let's go for an allotment

of that Cherokee land.

This is the biggest thing

in the history of Oklahoma.

- Leave here?

- Sell out the paper, at a profit...

- and go for a town site this time.

- Give up all we've worked and slaved for?

We gave up Wichita,

and advice, and Southern fried chicken.

Let's get out of all this.

Was Mother right when she said

you'd go for the adventure of it.

Five years.

The longest time you've ever stayed

in one place.

You've been here only four.

Well, don't you realize, sugar?

This is a new empire.

Why, we'll see it grow

before our very eyes into a new state.

We can't tear up our lives and start over

again. You've done your share.

- I know...

- Let the others go.

Honey, this is a chance of a lifetime.

No.

Let's not talk any more about it.

Yancey, you don't mean... Oh, darling.

Sugar, if we all took root and squatted,

there'd never be any new country.

We got a horse for you, Yancey.

You're not going now, today?

- I've got to.

- You can't go like this.

Sugar, come on and go with me.

- But Cim, Donna...

- The children, too. All of us, now.

- We'll get out the old crate, huh?

- We can't.

All right, Sabra.

I'll send back for you, sugar.

I'll send back for you.

There he is.

Step right up to the middle

of this horse there, Yancey.

That makes it up faster, Yance.

I'll send back for you, sugar.

Is Daddy going on the run, Mama?

I'll bet you that'll make them

remember the Maine.

The way those Rough Riders

rode over San Juan Hill...

showed those Spaniards something.

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