Cimarron Page #9

And now it is my privilege to ask you...

to drink to the health

of our guest of honor.

My poor words could add nothing...

to the sterling achievements

of our fellow townswoman...

who has risen to eminence in Oklahoma...

and finally in the councils of the nation.

I therefore call upon the one

you are waiting to hear...

our new congresswoman, Sabra Cravat.

My friends...

today I stand before you

in a new responsibility.

Time has passed for many of us...

since we first met

in the early days of Osage.

Time that mellows our hearts

and tells us all the truth.

To many others among you...

including our distinguished guests

from Washington...

I appear more or less as a stranger.

I want you to know me and mine,

as we are...

to meet my family,

as if you were in my home.

First, my youngest, my daughter, Donna...

Mrs. Louis Hefner.

Hello, everyone.

Next, my firstborn...

my boy, Cimarron.

And now, one who has become

a member of our family by marriage...

my son's wife, a chief's daughter...

a full-blooded Osage Indian...

Ruby Big Elk, Mrs. Cimarron Cravat.

I greet you in words taught me as a child.

May you long travel the path of life...

in days that are calm and peaceful.

And my grandchildren...

Felice and Yancey II.

I'm sorry, this afternoon,

that I cannot present to you...

my husband...

but he's out of the city.

I know he would be glad

to be here to greet you.

As for myself...

I can only thank you

for the office you have conferred upon me.

The women of Oklahoma...

have helped build a prairie wilderness

into the state of today.

The holding of public office

by a woman is a natural step.

I pledge you that I will do my best.

That pt de foie gras was good,

wasn't it?

Now, what do you think

of women in politics?

I give up.

You know, I'm curious to see the subject

of this pioneer statue.

So am I.

I hear that the Governor's sending

his staff down for the unveiling.

Really? We must see it.

Congratulations, I enjoyed

every moment of it.

Thank you.

- This was worth the trip from Washington.

- So nice to see you.

The Osage nations, through me,

extends congratulations.

You're very kind.

Thank you.

Wonderful, Sabra.

I never heard anything like it.

- Your dress is so becoming.

- You like it?

I like your hat, too.

Well, I must be going. My feet hurt me.

The state bankers will be very pleased

to see you in Congress, Mrs. Cravat.

Thank you.

We're proud of a woman who has done

what you have done...

alone.

I feel as you have always felt.

Yancey is just out of town

for a little while.

Thanks, old friend.

Mother, you were sweet about Dad.

If you are ready, Sabra,

we will start at once.

Oh, yes. Yes, I'll be right with you.

We leave for Bowlegs

immediately, gentlemen.

It's a new empire.

Quite a pretty place isn't it, Mrs. Cravat?

All this up from raw prairie. Overnight.

Hello? Field office?

Send an ambulance. Quick! Osage, three.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

What happened?

We've never had a closer call.

Gusher came in ahead of time.

They were lowering a torpedo

of nitroglycerin.

Before they could explode it, up came the

mud and oil, and the torpedo with it.

Narrow escape?

We'd all have been blown to bits,

everyone around here, too...

if it hadn't been for a man

who grabbed the torpedo...

cushioned it against his body

and prevented the explosion.

What nerve!

- He saved our lives. That's all.

- Was he badly hurt?

Jammed against a rake.

Chest crushed, pretty bad.

- Who was he?

- I don't know.

Just an old drifter who'd been hanging

around here since the new field opened.

Some of the fellas call him old Yance.

Yance.

Get back. Give him some room.

Get back. Come on.

Let me through! Let me through!

Sabra. Sabra.

Are you all right?

Wife and mother. Stainless woman.

Hide me. Hide me in your love.

Sleep, my boy.

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