Cimarron Page #6

I'll bet you Cuba'll never be able

to govern herself.

Now, I'm predicting

in five years she'll sign.

Did you hear anything about Yancey

being in Cuba?

Yancey? You're always hearing something

about him being somewhere.

Now, I heard that...

Fella told me he was over at

Cherokee strip living with a squaw.

Someone said he's over at the Kickapoo

land opening, sold out for big money.

I heard he was in Amarillo. Drunk a

quart of whiskey in a day and died.

Suppose it's true

about Yancey and Dixie Lee...

that he sent her the money

to build that brick house?

Folks that use up air for that kind of talk

have one-chambered minds...

and mighty small caliber.

- Old boy's kind of touchy today.

- Yeah.

Hey, that Dixie Lee case

comes up this afternoon, don't it?

- Yeah.

- Old Charlie Flash is on the jury.

Sure hope he's sober.

These are all right and corrected, Rickey.

- But I want a reprint on this one.

- Yes, ma'am.

- But how about the boilerplates?

- No, we won't have room.

The Dixie Lee story

will carry over to the second page.

- So, they let her out on bail yesterday?

- Well, they wouldn't if I had my way.

Don't you think that you're being

a little too severe on Dixie Lee...

- putting her in jail?

- No...

and I'll show her something

before I'm through.

- Well, that's for you.

- Now, I don't mean to be abrupt.

That's all right.

My ad looks good,

even if I did write it myself.

I brought the check.

Now, you're paying this today

just to help me.

No. See, I get my money's worth.

Everybody reads the paper

since you made it a daily.

- It's doing fine, huh?

- Yes.

If people would only pay the bills in cash,

instead of in trade.

Yeah, I know.

Look what I get in trade at the store.

A man comes in, buys a pair of pants,

some stockings...

a piece of calico and gives me a bear cub.

What should I do with a bear cub? Eat it?

Oh, well, someday...

you and I will look back on this

and we will laugh.

How do you mean, laugh?

Not very loud.

I mean, when I'm rich and you're famous...

and the Oklahoma Wigwam

is a great newspaper.

Yancey Cravat, proprietor and editor.

You never change it, do you?

No.

They will always talk about Yancey.

He's gonna be part of the history

of the great Southwest.

It's men like him that build the world.

The rest of them, like me,

well, we just come along and live in it.

Well, I must be getting back to the store...

before a customer brings in a coyote

and bites the clerk.

- Did you fix the salad like I told you, Ruby?

- Yes, ma'am.

Good. Cim? Donna?

- Yes, Mama.

- Come, dears.

Hi, Ruby!

Cim, dear, what comes first?

We thank thee for thy blessings, O God...

and pray that thou wilt watch over us all

while we are separated.

Spare our dear one...

and bring us all together again...

in safety and happiness.

Amen.

My babies.

- What's going on here?

- What is going on here?

Hey, it's Yancey!

Isn't that Daddy?

No, no. Stay here.

Sabra, honey.

Oh, honey.

You've been fighting?

Howdy, boss.

Howdy, Rickey. Well, well.

Cim and Donna. Well, children.

- Hello, Daddy.

- Son and daughter.

Your daughter is a Venable, Mrs. Cravat.

And the son, here...

well...

he hasn't decided yet, huh?

- Have you got a pony?

- No, but I'd like one.

- Then I'll buy you a pinto this afternoon.

- Thanks, Daddy.

Wife and mother.

Oh, sugar. Sugar, how I missed you.

- Yancey, the children.

- Honey.

Darling, you can't come home like this

after years...

- "Penelope."

- Who?

"Strange lady, standing thus aloof...

"thy husband hath come home to thee."

- You and your miserable Milton.

- Who's this?

Don't you remember Ruby Big Elk?

Why, of course. Why, hello, Ruby.

How's your father?

He is very well, sir.

My, oh, my! How you've grown.

- What's she doing here?

- Well, I couldn't quite run the paper...

and take care of the children,

and do the housework, too...

so I hired a cheap servant.

Run along to school now, children.

You're going to be late.

Hurry, now.

- Don't forget my pony.

- I won't forget it.

- How do you do?

- How are you, Mrs. Wyatt?

Well, I... If it isn't Mr. Cravat.

Well...

- I heard you were back.

- Gracious lady.

The years touch thee but lightly.

- Your husband's looking better than ever.

- Yes, I think so, too.

Mr. Cravat, could I see you a minute?

Will you ladies forgive me?

Quite a surprise.

But of course, you're going to court?

I most certainly am.

I'll be with you in just one moment.

- This is to be a great day for Osage.

- Yes, indeed.

Not more than two.

Well, maybe three fingers.

Dixie Lee sentenced to...

When did all this happen?

It didn't yet,

but it will at 2:00 this afternoon.

- What will?

- The trial.

Trial?

Sabra.

Yes, Yancey?

- Why, what is it?

- What's all this about Dixie Lee?

I'm on my way to court now.

The charge is public nuisance.

- Prosecuting?

- Pat Leary.

- Who's defending her?

- Nobody in town would touch the case.

The Judge will probably appoint someone

as a formality.

- Where are you going?

- To court.

What for?

You can't take the case of that woman.

Why not?

You'd come back

and take that creature's part...

against every respectable woman

in Osage?

- Against me?

- I can't help it.

Anyone, no matter who,

has a legal right to fight for existence.

If you disgrace me,

make a laughingstock of me...

What's she to you?

- Proceed.

- And that, Your Honor...

the integrity of our fair city...

is threatened...

sullied by this shameless evil...

flaunting in our faces.

This woman,

a viper lurking in our midst...

a sinister menace to public decency.

Gentlemen...

if I were in the jury box...

if I were judge on the bench...

yea, even though I sat...

in the governor's chair...

I could say no less...

and duty compels

that the presence among us...

of this disgraceful criminal,

this scavenger...

this unspeakable human...

strikes at the very foundation

of the Southwest.

A disgrace...

to the fair name of our womanhood.

Your Honor, the prosecution rests.

Your Honor...

gentlemen of the jury...

I am the first to bow to achievement.

May I then, before I begin my poor plea...

respectfully call your attention

to that which I believe...

has never been duplicated before

in the history of Oklahoma.

Turn your eye to that figure

that has so deservedly held your attention.

This gifted person, Mr. Patrick Leary...

is the only man in the glorious

and brilliant Southwest...

nay, in this magnificent nation...

of whom it may actually be said

that he is able to strut sitting down.

- I object!

- Quiet.

- I object!

- Objection overruled.

- I note the exception.

- Proceed.

Gentlemen of the jury...

you have heard the prosecution's

cruel attack on this defenseless woman.

Bred in the gentle surroundings

of a pure home...

such as you would choose

for your own daughters...

this innocent girl,

bereft by death of her loved ones...

was left alone in the world.

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