Cimarron Page #4

in the middle of things.

You'll only end up

getting yourself killed too.

- Goodbye.

Bye.

Bye.

Well, I better get myself situated.

Yeah, I guess we all better.

You know where to find me.

Listen, everything will be all right.

Honey, you stay here.

I have something to attend to.

Yancey.

- Yancey, Yancey, where are you going?

- Before you know I'm gone, I'll be back.

Yancey, please,

don't go looking for trouble. Please.

There are things a man has to do

a woman doesn't understand.

- It's different here.

- Suppose he kills you.

What's going to happen to me?

What can I do here, all by myself?

Yancey, please.

Don't go looking for trouble, please.

Oh, please.

You must help me, please.

I'm so afraid.

I don't know what to do.

It's this place.

Is this where we're going to settle down

and raise a family?

- It's all right, please.

- Oh, darling, I'm so...

- I hate to be afraid.

- Oh, please.

Sabra, please, it's my fault. It's my...

- I wanna make you happy.

- I've gotta take care of you more.

But just help me. Tell me what to do.

- I love you. Shh.

- Please don't leave me.

Wait, darling, wait, please.

Listen. Listen, I need you

far more than you need me.

- You help me. You help me, darling.

- I just love you so much.

We just gotta be patient with each other,

that's all.

Yes.

What are we going to do? Hmm?

We're gonna go home.

- Yes.

- Oh, no.

Oh, no.

We came to stay, didn't we?

And we are going to stay.

- No?

- You. Oh...

Sabra. Sabra, over here.

- Sabra, when's the baby due?

How are you?

- Well, a couple of weeks from now.

- You poor thing.

Come on. Take a blow there.

- No, Kid.

- Come on.

- One, two, three, four...

- Kid, no!

- No, I don't wanna go.

- Walk it out.

I'm gonna shoot the bottles

out of his hands.

- I don't want... No.

- Take bets now, I've got $5.

- I got $50 say you don't.

- Fifty?

We ain't seen $50

at one time in our lives.

- Anyone could take all or a piece of it.

I'll take all.

Just one thing.

I don't see any point

in killing a white man.

Hey, Moses. Yeah, you.

Or is it Izzy?

If you're talking to me, the name is Sol...

Stand still.

Hold up your arms.

When I speak, you jump.

You hold up your arms

or I'll cut you from end to end.

Let's shoot.

Hey, Moses,

don't you worry about a thing.

All right, everybody, clear out.

Clear out back there.

I gotta see what I'm shooting at.

Good night in the morning.

You again, ma'am?

- I'm sorry.

- Don't you "ma'am" me.

You bunch of good-for-nothing loafers.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself,

playing with guns.

- You think they're toys?

- Sabra. Sabra, darling.

Take care of her, please, Sol.

Take a look, Millis. Millis!

Worth twice the price to see his face

when those bottles broke.

Oh, if I ever see a guy that was scared,

he was it.

I never seen anything so funny in my life.

There you go, Joe.

Get your money, men.

- You the one that did the shooting?

- Well, now, look who's here.

What's the matter,

you got no white-men friends?

Now, I'm not gonna ask you again.

Was it you or wasn't it?

As a matter of fact it wasn't,

but don't let that stop you.

I done it, Cim. I was the one.

What, are you gonna write that up

in your paper?

I'll tell you, we'll really give you

something to write about.

- Won't we, fellas?

Yeah.

Yeah.

What are you doing? I'm not a child.

You ain't no liquor-bellied saddle tramp,

neither, like you're trying to be.

You think that's being tough?

Think that's being a man?

What are you doing?

Treating me like a child.

I don't want you hanging around

with that crowd no more.

I'll get you in a hotel,

give you a job on my newspaper.

- Wait, now, who do you think you are?

- Your friend, for one thing.

Think your daddy would be proud, the way

you're gambling, spitting and drinking?

I ain't nothing.

You think I'm something, but I ain't.

I promised your father

I'd look out for you.

What if I help you out?

Send you back East to school?

Would you try to make something

of yourself?

- No, Cim, I'm nothing.

- You better make up your mind, boy.

You go kill yourself

the way your daddy did.

Nobody's gonna care.

And nobody's gonna stop you.

You know something?

I think if you put your mind to it,

you could make something of yourself.

You hear me?

Maybe I have faith in you.

Oh, don't, Cim.

Just don't have faith in me, that's all.

- Please, don't have faith in me.

- Just think it over.

You just think it over.

Hey, Wes, Hoss.

Hey, skimmeroot! I'll see you, Cim.

Skimmeroot!

That Indian woman,

what does she want?

Uh...

Honey, uh, there's a little something

I have to do.

- It's, uh, you know, I won't be very long.

- Darling, supper is ready.

Well, suppose you keep it warm

for me.

Before you know I'm gone, I'll be back.

Stay with her until I get back, Jessie.

All right, hurry it up. Get him up there.

Back away. Back off.

Hah!

Mr. Jessie.

Mr. Jessie, please,

would you get Sol to get Mrs. Wyatt?

- Yancey hasn't come back yet.

- Are you all right?

- I'm all right.

- Are you sure?

I'm all right.

Let him hang.

He stole one of my horses.

Now we wanna see

the rest of the Indians watch him.

You heard what I said.

I heard you.

I was against it, Yancey.

I told the Indian he wouldn't be safe here.

I didn't think they'd go this far.

Why isn't Yancey back yet?

You got no call to worry about Yancey.

He'll take care of hisself.

I'm really scared of everything.

Well, why shouldn't you be?

Now, you drink this now.

Come on.

Pretty good whisky.

Ain't gonna do you no harm.

It won't be as terrible as everybody says,

having a baby?

- That one hurt, didn't it?

- Just a little.

Well, it's supposed to hurt a little,

along about this time.

- Here, drink it.

- More?

Good for you.

Nothing for you to do now

but lie back and enjoy it.

What are they laughing so much?

What is there to laugh at

at a time like this?

- Don't you drink?

- Not when I'm having a baby.

What are you so nervous?

You'd think you had 10 babies already,

you wouldn't be nervous.

I'm not nervous, just thirsty.

No.

Cimarron.

What kind of a name is that?

Yancey insisted on it.

- What if he's a girl baby?

- A girl?

- Yancey would send her right back.

- Ha-ha-ha.

I bet he would.

I can't have a girl.

No? Well, that's what I said.

And I got eight girls.

I've got eight of them.

Gentlemen, you're fathers.

- Yancey, what?...

- Shh. Shh.

It's all right, baby. It's all right.

Shh. There.

Oh, my darling.

- Hey, Tom.

- How are you, Yancey?

Hey, that's quite a contraption

you got there.

- It look anything like it ought to look?

- Well, how ought it to look like?

Here's a picture in the magazine.

Where? That it?

How about that?

You really done it, huh?

- Seven hundred feet down now.

- Yeah?

And I ain't found enough oil

to grease a fiddle.

Yancey, for once I'm afraid

I don't think too much of your advice.

I could have stuck those Eastern dudes with

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