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Yeah, party room bum.

with a dip in the gully and a lot of struggle.

Hey, you near Flemish.

Are you hurt? No, I'm all right.

Oh, but his legs are broken.

I heard him crack.

Oh, please shoot him.

to that stacked up every piece of land that was worth having.

And by nightfall, by nightfall, there wasn't an acre.

Think of it, Lewis, not an acre left out of that two million.

The only spot I wanted was the ground we stood on and... Well, the girl got that

quarter-section.

Jancy Cravat!

You let that hussy in black tights have your claim after having been gone a

whole month away from your wife and child? Now, Mama... Don't you Mama me.

Isaiah.

Gone with your fantasy.

The after's been a boat.

Well? The land was hers by right of claim. I don't believe a word of it. Why

did you let her keep your land? You've been a man, a good a shot, and you can't

shoot a woman. Why not? Oh, for me. I don't suppose you'd recognize the lady

without her blood ties.

Let there be no strife between thee and me.

That's from the Old Testament, Dabney. You may not recognize that.

Oh, it's all Tommy Rock.

Perhaps now, Yancey, you'll stop this ramping up and down, be content to

settle down here in Wichita, run that newspaper of yours, and conduct your law

practice such as it is, with no more talk of Oklahoma Holmes. Don't you

realize that this is a new empire?

Why, folks, there's never been anything like it since creation.

Creation? That took six days. This was done in one.

History made in an hour.

Why, it's like a miracle out of the Old Testament. Don't be blasphemous, Yancey.

Like a miracle out of the Old Testament?

Cities of 10,000 springing up overnight?

Well, I'm going back.

I'm going back and help build a new state out of the last frontier of the

nation. And it'll be a state someday, mark my words.

Yancey, you're not leaving me again.

Leaving you, my beauty, not by a long shot shoulder.

This time you and Sim are coming with me.

Louis Brennan!

Can you sit there and see your daughter dragged off to be scalped among savages?

But I... I want to go, Mama.

You don't know what you want. We'll start Monday week, fresh and fair, with

two freighters. One with a printing outfit and the other with the household

goods. Why, we can make it in nine days. Ah, forbid it!

You're going to stay here with your father and mother in decent

civilization.

I'm going with him. Oh, that's it, honey.

We've had enough of this.

Wichita, we're going out to a brand-new, two-fisted, rip-snorting country full of

Indians, rattlesnakes, gun-toters, and desperadoes.

Whoopee!

See a Simmer on.

Fanny's got to do it. Means wild, unruly.

Yancey's idea of a name for the boy, Sim.

You don't like anything Yancey does.

You never have.

And that newspaper, his Wichita wigwam.

Editorials about Indians' rights. You might think Yancey was an Indian

himself. Well, who knows?

Some half-breeds are no dogs. Don't you dare say that.

Yancey, where's that iron skillet? I can't find it anywhere.

Right here, children.

Let's go.

Why don't you tell me?

Sim, honey, get up off the ground. It's too damp.

You know, I think we ought to get out that old rag rug and put it down here

for supper.

Right you are, honey.

I think Aunt Cassandra must have put the hand irons in here, sugar.

Hi, Rickety! Hi, Sam!

I hope you go to heaven when you die.

Let me do that cooking, Miss Saber. I'll fix him. Yeah, you start right in by

getting some woods. Now scoot.

I'll scoot.

There's loyalty, Saber, that money can't buy.

We're going into new things, Beth.

A new empire.

And I want to help build it for you.

And we'll have just the prettiest little house we can find.

Flowers and things.

Flowers and trees.

And morning glories growing all over.

It'll be our first real home.

Alone.

And I want you to be happy all the way through.

Our first real home... ...and all.

Hold it right there, boo!

I ain't even gonna check you through.

All I want's your ready money.

Come on!

It's the first time I ever fronted your iron, Gib.

Well, if it ain't you.

Howdy. Howdy.

I'm sorry I disturbed you folks.

Oh, this is my wife.

Howdy, ma'am.

My son's inside asleep.

I'm heading for Osage, aiming to make it my home.

Osage, huh?

Going to start your newspaper there?

Yeah. Good.

Gotta be loping.

Need you hurry away like this, kid?

Well, I... Thought overdrawn to bank at Red Fork.

And they're looking for me.

Luck to you.

Stay away from old Saint, will you, kid?

Do a thing.

Unless you send me an invite, cut dirt!

I'm just as young as you.

Six weeks right up from the raw prairie, huh?

What's your name, son?

Pahoo means hair, and skak means white.

White hair.

Husker was an old, old saint's chief.

and things are gonna look entirely different.

The furniture end of the business is doing better than the other. Yeah, only

been three killings so far.

But we'll have to start a full kill pretty soon, I guess.

What are you going to have?

This is on the house.

Brandy.

I'll have brandy.

Are you going to start the newspaper?

Yeah.

Understand the former...

What are you aiming at?

Mr. Kovacs, I'd like to talk to you a minute, if you have time.

You see, you see, I'm a printer and a darn good one. And you see, I heard you

were going to open a newspaper office called the Oklahoma... And I'd like to

have... Well, I'd like to go to work.

Bring light to gods and men, huh?

Horse and laces, celluloid collars, darning yarn, brooch braids, shoestring,

suspenders. Have you any fancy braids? Yes, ma'am, I have some fancy braids.

Yarn, brooch braids, celluloid collars. They're all leaving.

The walking notion counter.

I'll give you a real good bargain.

I'm afraid they think my dresses are a little too elaborate.

Why, Milton would have no words for such beauty.

How do you seem?

It was just them.

Going the wrong way? Yes.

The mother told me it was that way.

The boys are up to something. Who are they?

I can't say for sure, but I think they're the ones that did Pegler dirt.

Pegler? Who's Pegler?

Oh, isn't that the editor?

The one who was found shot dead?

You mean they did it?

Oh, I don't say they did it exactly.

They know more than comfortable.

Still wearing that white hat, huh?

Yeah.

That's Lon Yonnas.

Nothing to be alarmed about.

Who?

Don't be frightened, honey. Stand right where you are.

You'll find that the cravat brand.

Can't you take a joke, Gansey?

Joke? Nothing.

If you're Mrs.

Whatton, will you?

You're Mrs.

Me, you dirty scum. You're a lot of good-for-nothing loafers. That's what

you are.

Shooting at people in the street. You leave my husband alone.

I declare I've... Honey, save her. Hey.

Why, it'll be all over the Southwest if Gansey Cravat was hiding behind a

woman's petticoat. But you didn't. They can't say so.

You shot him very nicely in the ear, darling. Well, he shouldn't interfere.

He knew where it was going.

Well, come on, sugar. I think we'd better find that house we're gonna live

in, don't you? Huh?

Come on.

Now, now. Little more. Little more.

Now, little more. Hold. Hold.

Nail her.

I'll... I'll... I'll... Bushwhacker.

Prison soul, my pet.

Five years in one place?

That's the longest stretch I've ever done.

Five years.

Back and forth like a trail horse.

House, office, venables, vegetables.

In a little while, I'd have turned into either a venable or a vegetable, one or

the other.

Well, you'd better get this office and print shop settled if you're ever going

to get out an issue of that newspaper.

Well, Jesse Ricker's turned to it.

He's a...

real estate transfers and write up some editorials and news.

I got a clue to the Pegler killing last night.

I want to follow it up. I wish you wouldn't.

If I can find out who killed Pegler, I'm going to print it in the first edition

of the Oklahoma week long.

Well, did you see that?

Well, we got this shingle hung out all right, Miss... to that.

Looked fine, Miss Sabre.

Come on, eyes colored, boy. We'd better pitch in and unsmile things.

You go on into the print shop with Isaiah.

Yes. Well, we'll unlimber the print and press and dust off the adjectives.

not to talk to those dirty, filthy Indians.

Here. Here.

Take this in the kitchen. Be careful now.

Don't drop it.

Then come back and help Mother.

When I tell him to take a drink...

That's their idea of a joke.

You go ahead about your business. They won't be bothering you none now.

Thanks, Mr. Provence.

Thank you.

Threatening to make Osage the terror of the Southwest as in the old days of the

Simran, huh?

And you as the editor, are you? Yeah, me as editor.

I'm interviewing citizens of note regarding their sentence.

What's yours?

Stick to your law. Come on, Giannis, you know what I'm aiming at. Who killed

Pegler?

I'm advising you to keep your mouth shut, or the next time it won't be your

sombrero. Well, thanks for the sentiment.

Mine is...

Shuriki, that guy means you or

him.

The second button on his coat is about the spot for his wishbone.

Maybe a couple of inches higher.

Did you really say Pegler's file all right?

Mm-hmm.

Yes, I did.

You're not going to bother any more about that Pegler man, are you?

Don't you be worrying your pretty head about that.

Oh, please.

What does it matter?

He's dead.

Maybe he did shoot himself.

God. You've got... It's him and me to think of.

Prigler was shot in the back, trying to do what I want to do, make a model

empire out of this new Oklahoma country.

No, sir.

I'll show them first crack.

The Oklahoma wigwam prints all the news all the time, knowing no law except the

law of God and the government of these United States.

Say, that's a pretty good slogan.

Top of the page? Just a head of editorial columns? Oh, Yancey, let them

alone. I don't want you to be killed.

I don't... Honey, I'm going to clean up the Pegler killing, or I won't be alive

myself.

You don't want to lose me just yet, do you?

No, dear.

There he is.

Howdy, Clare. Howdy, ma'am.

Howdy, ma'am.

Yancey?

Our womenfolk think it's about time that some contact be established between the

town and province.

There ain't a minister here.

And we've come to ask you to conduct divine service next Sunday.

Divine service?

I'm sure I'll be pleased with that. Fine.

We'll have to arrange a place.

Well, let's see.

Let's crack gotchas.

The gambling tent.

It's the only place in town big enough.

That's right. It's better, man. I know Grant well. I'll see.

Come along.

Back soon, honey.

You feel nervous about your sermon, do you?

I'd rather plead to a Texas jury than preach to this gang of...

Can't you understand?

I didn't go to fret nobody.

You all dress up fine for church, church meeting.

So I claim to dress myself up Sunday style.

That's right, Isaiah.

We take it as a personal compliment why you look finer than any of us. I just

fix my twally like you all.

Isaiah, would you like to have a real suit of Sunday clothes?

A Sunday suit for me to wear for truth? Mm-hmm.

I... I don't... I want you to go to that church meeting.

Oh, no, no, no, you don't understand.

Now, listen close.

I want you to do something important for me.

Now, the house is all alone, see?

I want you to go down there and keep watch till we come home from that church

meeting. Patrol duty, that's what.

Patrol duty?

Yes, sir, Master Yancey. Now, you take this, and if anyone tries to break in,

shoot. I'll kill them dead.

Get a new suit and boots besides. Now scoot.

Yes, sir.

By the shindig, ain't you know, some of these folks look as queer in church as a

mule does in the front... parlor.

How do, Mrs. Corbett?

And Mrs. Tracy Wyatt.

How do you do, ma'am?

It was so nice of your husband to conduct this service this morning.

About time the intellectual life of this community was stirred up a bit.

Oh, yes.

I was schoolteacher back east.

That is, in Cairo, Illinois.

Oh, indeed.

Oh, yes, indeed it is. I can trace my ancestor right back to William Whipple.

One of the signers of the Declaration of Independence.

Land, yes.

Come

along,

girl.

Dixie Lee. Just arrived in town.

Dixie Lee.

Oh!

I thought you'd heard of her.

Why, she's, uh... Right

here, sister.

Take my view.

Get up where I put and give the gals a seat. Rest development, lady.

Excuse me, please.

Is it all right if I'm here?

You can stay here just as long as I am.

Thanks.

Fellow citizens, I have been called upon to conduct this opening meeting of the

Osage First Methodist...

Episcopalian, Lutheran, Presbyterian, Congregational, Baptist, Catholic,

Unitarian, Hebrew Church.

During the course of my career as lawyer and editor, I've been required to speak

on various occasions on many subjects.

I've spoken in defense of my country and in criticism of it.

I've been called upon to defend and convict horse thieves, harlots, and

murderers.

And while I know my Bible from cover to cover, and many of its passages are

graven on my heart,

this, fellow citizens, is the very first time that I have ever been required to

speak the word of God in his temple.

For any shelf, however humble or however sordid... Uh, no, thanks,

Grant.

...becomes, when his word is spoken in it...

His temple.

Therefore, let us open this auspicious occasion by singing... What do you know,

boys, anyway, huh?

How about... Who were you at home first?

Starter.

Thanks, Ricky. It's a good song, though a bit secular. But you all know it,

that's the main thing.

Here, wait a minute.

While we are singing, we'll take up a collection.

What for?

Because, Pete, you infidel, part of a church service is in taking up a

collection.

And your donations, fellow citizens, ladies and gentlemen, and you too, Pete,

will be for the new church organ.

Well, great gun sticks, Yancey. We ain't even got a church.

That's all right, Pete.

Once we buy an organ, it stands to reason we'll have to build a church to

put it in.

And members of the congregation, anybody contributing less than two bits will be

thrown out of this tent by me.

Indian's not included.

All right, Jesse, will you please favor us with a pitch?

Go, go, go, go, go!

Did you say 55 cents?

55? That's right, Yancey.

Some miserable, tight-fisted skinflint of a... Well, maybe it

is an old sage by mistake.

How about a Cherokee, Yancey?

Not a Cherokee, Sid. I recognized your voice by the squeak.

If you knew anything at all, you and Yountus and the rest of your outfit,

you'd realize that a Cherokee is too smart.

to put anything in the contribution box of a race that's robbed him of his

birthright.

Friends, we've come to the sermon.

Anyone wishing to leave, kindly do so now.

Please make way for all departing worshippers.

My text is from Proverbs.

A lion is in the way, there's a lion in the streets.

Friends, there's a lion in the streets of O'Shea.

I have a confession to make.

I have gone about seeking information of this lion.

I might say this jackal or dirty skunk, if it wouldn't be sacrilegious.

But this jackal in a lion's skin, who by threatening sudden death has held this

little town abjectly terrorized.

I intended to announce from this pulpit, from this platform, that I would publish

this knowledge in the first issue of the Oklahoma wigwam coming off the press

next Thursday, thereby starting my paper off with a bang.

Friends and fellow citizens, I repent of my greed and my desire for self

-advancement at the expense of this community.

I no longer intend to withhold the name of that yellow skunk and murderer who

shot down Jack Pegler when his back was turned.

I will tell you all now the name of that...

Waslon

Yonatan.

And we are.

Louis Hefner, pass corner, do your official duty and remove the body.

Okay, ants, it's self-defense and justifiable homicide.

This town needs a boot hill, and I'll start it with this burial. Come on,

boys.

Fellow citizens, under the circumstances, we will forego the sermon

and conclude this service with a brief word of prayer.

Amen. A swan.

That's the most surprising church meeting I've attended.

But I must say, your husband did the proper thing.

The cleaning out of that gang is one of the first moves to make this town fit to

live in. Thanks to you, Yancey. He's horrible.

He might have... But he didn't, honey.

Everything's all right.

Oh, but did you have to kill him like that?

No, I couldn't let him kill me.

Congratulations, Mr. Kvass.

Haven't seen you since the run.

Well, how do you do, Miss, uh, uh, Lee?

No wonder.

I heard you were in town.

Oh, you know.

Yes, I'm here.

Thought you'd settle down on that quarter section that I didn't get.

Well, I tried to be a farmer, but I had to give up the land.

The neighbor's wives formed a vigilance committee, and I left by request.

A vigilance committee ward.

You haven't said a word all the way home, Fett.

What's stirring you?

That woman.

Smirking and smiling.

And you stood there actually talking to her. Holding her hand.

After she'd stolen your land in the run, too.

She wanted that land because she was trying to give up her way of living.

Was desperate.

Well, what's she doing here, then?

Driving out by the neighbor. She heard the railroad was coming through and came

down here.

Talk as though you knew a lot about her.

A little.

I was of a good family.

Victim of circumstances.

But in a way, she's a good girl.

A good girl?

I know a lot of people scattered over Oklahoma that couldn't cast their stone

at her.

Oh, don't you quote your Bibles and Magdalene's at me, Auntie Gravatt!

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This is Daddy.

This is Mama.

Much more important to you just now.

Oh, you're handsome, darling.

I'm so happy.

I'm highfalutin' myself, sugar.

Smilin' as a basket of chips.

I'm gonna do so many things.

Build a porch for Donna.

Start a woman's club.

A real one.

Make this town better for Donna to live in.

No saloons.

No women like Dixie Lee.

And we'll have a hired girl as soon as the news comes out. Yeah, all those

things, sugar.

They mustn't try too much.

The garden looks fine, Miss Ava.

And the morning glory sure is climbing.

Oh, thank you, Isaiah.

Hi there.

Look, you know me. Uh-huh.

Who you ruin your eyes at and making faces?

I've got a lot of things I was going to teach you.

May I come in? I brought you some of the nicest chicken broth. Made himself.

Oh, family recipe.

He must take some between me to keep his strength up. Thank you, Mrs. Wyatt.

Here you go, baby. Here you go. I heard you.

Ahem. Now listen, darling.

Simply bloomy.

I do want to congratulate you on the first anniversary of the newspaper.

In youth and beauty, wisdom is so rare.

Shakespeare.

That reminds me, your idea of the new club.

We must take up literature, too.

Yes, and maybe early American history.

Why, honey, don't you know you're making it?

Yes.

Wallpaper.

Why, it's the first day in town.

Where'd you get it? Mr.

Hefner's store. I had him send these for us.

Has he got any left?

I think so.

I think he's got several patterns.

It's a new department.

Oh, tell.

Well, I must go in. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Donna. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I reckon Louie Hefner's going to have a run on wallpaper, sugar. Oh, I want to

get a nice little dainty rosebud pattern for Donna's new bedroom.

She's been in the house, too?

Sugar, you are getting ambitious.

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

I feel so light, so clear.

I think I'm going to...

Yeah.

You pegged me.

I never figured we'd end up on the opposite sides of the fence, kid.

My fault, James.

You didn't have an invite.

Can I do anything?

You can blow me to a pine box, if you want to.

Sure, dear.

And I owe you for it.

Don't you worry about it, sugar.

Not bad. It'll be right over.

Oh, 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.

Send 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 ruled him.

I've slept in the prairie beside him.

We were friends.

Ah, the fool.

Why, one of his bullets might have hit you or Sam or Donna.

That's why I killed the kid.

Well, old Grover finally woke up to what we need out here. It's the greatest

thing that ever happened to the territory. My folks will flock in from

all over the country. Say, it'll be a bigger rush than we had here in 89.

Bigger? I should say so.

Why, they left 6 million acres to our two. Great chance for a man to make a

fortune out there.

I got a letter the other day from a friend of mine back in Maine. He's going

to come out here just being time to jump in.

That was four weeks, eh?

September 16th? That's what the telegram says.

Well, by practice, this extra piece sold out in 14 minutes.

You know, every bubble.

I think that was the nicest club meeting we've ever had. Your speech was so

interesting, Mrs. Levine. Thank you.

Don't forget the next meeting is at my house.

Election for president.

Oh, I won't forget.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.

Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.

Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.

Try any of your kidnapping tricks, you puffer-polly. Why, I... You vicious

puppy.

You're not fit to touch a child.

Come, Mrs. Heckel.

I suppose I should have let her...

You're right, dear.

I do like it here.

Well, I'm so glad we came away from Wichita.

And you should have seen them open their eyes a bit.

What do you think of it?

Truly the enemy.

Oh, Yancy.

It's the very lady's thing from Chicago.

Tell my old squaw to see some of that, and she'll want to buy a pair and put a

papoose in each sleeve.

Cousin Bellarife has even...

Oh, by autumn.

By... autumn.

Hmm?

Well, what can we tell you, Henry?

News, sugar.

President Cleveland has set a date for the opening of a Cherokee strip.

The Cherokee land. The government's bought it for the Indians with a huge

sum of $1.40 an acre.

Pushing them further back. Well, it's a good thing.

They made no use of it anyhow.

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, add 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... all this.

Was Mother right when she said you'd go for the adventure of it?

No.

Five years.

The longest time you've ever stayed in one place.

You've been here only four.

Don't you realize, Shogar, this is a new empire.

And 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,

no, no.

Let's not talk anymore about it.

For I'm just as young as I used to be.

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

Sugar, if we all took root and squatted, there'd never be any new country.

The children, too.

All of us. Now.

We'll get out the old freight, huh? We have.

All right, son.

I'll send back more sugar.

I'll send back more.

I'll bet you Cuba will never be able to govern herself.

Now, I predict that in five years, she'll sign.

Did you hear anything about Yancey being in Cuba?

Yancey? Oh, you're always hearing something about him being somewhere.

Now, I heard that he... Well, I told me he was over at Cherokee Strip living

with a squad.

Yeah, someone said he's over to kick a cool land open.

Sold out for big money.

I heard he was an Amarillo.

Drunk a quart of whiskey in a day and died.

Well, that's true about Yancey and Dixie Lee. He said he heard the money to build

that brick house. Folks that use up there for that kind of talk have one

chambered mind 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. I sure hope he's sober.

These are all right. It's corrected, Rickety.

But I want a reprint on this one.

Yes, ma'am. But how about the boiler place?

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, huh?

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.

Oh, now, I don't mean to be abrupt.

Oh, that's all right.

My ad looks good, even if I did write it myself. Mm-hmm.

I brought the check.

Now, you're paying this today just to help me. No, no, no, sir. 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, 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. Someday you and I will look back on it and we will laugh.

How do you mean laugh?

Oh, not very loud. I mean, when I'm rich and you're famous

and the Oklahoma Wigwam is a great newspaper.

Nancy Cravat, proprietor and editor.

You'll never change it, will you?

Oh, they will always talk about Yancey.

He's going to 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.

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. Good.

Sim. Donald.

Yes, Mama.

Come, dear.

We thank thee for thy blessings, O God, and pray that thou wilt watch over us

all while we are separated.

Bear us, dear ones, and bring us all together again in safety

and happiness.

My baby.

Howdy, Ricky.

Well... Sim and Donna.

Well, children.

Hello, Daddy.

Son.

And Donna.

Your daughter is a venerable Miss Cravat.

And the song here...

He hasn't decided yet, huh?

Have you got it for me? No, but I'd like one.

Fine, I'll buy you a pinto this afternoon.

Thanks, Daddy.

Wife and mother.

Oh, sugar.

Sugar, how I've missed you.

Yeah, the children.

Oh, William.

Don't. You can't come home like this after years. Ah, Penelope. Who?

Strange lady, standing thus aloof.

Thy husband hath come home to thee.

You and your miserable nose.

Don't you remember Ruby Big Elf?

Why, of course. Well, hello, Ruby.

How's your father?

Gee, very well, sir.

My, oh, my, how you've grown.

What's she doing there?

Well, I couldn't quite run the paper and take care of the children and do the

housework, too, so I hired a chief 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 do you do?

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

Well, I... 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. Covatt, could I see you a minute?

Will you ladies forgive me?

She's surprised.

But of course she'll go into court.

Oh, I most certainly am.

I'll be with you in just one moment. This is to be a great day for old Sage.

Yes, indeed.

Not more than two.

Well, maybe three fingers.

Dixie Lee sends due.

When did all this happen? It didn't yet, but it will at 2 o'clock this afternoon.

What will?

The trial.

Trial?

What's all this about Dixie Lean?

I'm on my way to court now.

The charge is public nuisance. Prosecutor. 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?

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 laughing stock of me!

What's he to you?

Proceed. And that, Your Honor, the integrity of our fair city is

threatened, sullied by this shameless evil wanting in our peace.

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 see no less than duty compelled

that the presence among us of this disgraceful criminal, this

scavenger, this unspeakable human strikes at the very foundation

of the Southwest.

Your Honor, prosecution race.

Your Honor, gentlemen of the jury, I am the first to bow to a chief.

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.

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.

In that hour of dark terror came a wolf in sheep's clothing, gentlemen, a wretch

posing as a friend.

False promises, lies, deceit so palpable that it would have fooled no one but a

young girl.

Such as you yourself, Mrs. Wyatt, and your maidenly dance.

Surely you must remember us.

and my worthy opponent is exceptionally able at noting exceptions.

Well, we'll see.

Gentlemen, my only object in being here is to try and get at the truth.

For that purpose, Your Honor, I call as witness the defendant, Miss Dixie Lee.

Miss Lee, you will take this claim.

You saw me swear to tell truth all to nothing but yourself, you got?

I do.

You are under oath to tell only the truth.

You'll therefore answer my questions to the best of your ability and in your own

words.

At the death of your father and your dear mother, just how old were you?

I was 15.

Hmm. Left in comfortable circumstances?

My father had been ill as long as I could remember.

and my mother's health had broken nursing him.

They left me without anything.

Now, it isn't my purpose to humiliate you, Miss Lee, in front of these people,

but I must ask you to tell them just what followed.

Tell the jury.

Well, I got work in the public library.

I met a man who said he loved me.

We were married secretly.

Then I found out that he already had a wife and that our marriage was a fake.

Did you continue on with this man?

I never saw him again.

And after my baby died... I left the city.

Did you make an effort to secure employment so you could earn your own

living? Work of any kind?

Yes, I did.

Tell the court just what happened.

Well, I managed to get a position as school teacher.

And then someone found out about me, and I... And they blamed you instead of the

man, and you were forced to get out. I object!

That's leading the way!

Objection sustained.

Did you try to secure other employment in that town?

Ray wouldn't listen to me.

I had to leave.

What did you do?

Well, I got work in another town as a nurse girl.

Oh, but the same thing again and again. Wherever I went, always the same. In

other words, refused even the poorest kind of work to try and keep body and

soul together.

How do you check?

Irrelevant, dandy material. You left off in Congress.

An immortal soul has been tortured on the rack.

And I ask you, as men with blood in your veins, who have helpless women in your

own homes, to think of one of your innocent dear ones, wronged and

oppressed like this poor defenseless woman.

Oh, where?

Where could she turn in her cruel anguish?

Why, the very promises of God are denied her.

Who was it that said...

own sex.

My gentlemen, a thief or murderer may sin alone and is alone to blame, but

this woman is not alone.

Social order is her accomplice. If she is guilty, then all in this room are

guilty.

I charge you, judge not that ye be not judged, or set her free

to go her way.

Have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor. We find the defendant, Dixie Lee, not guilty.

You won

by a lie.

There's a trick that you know.

Possibly a trick, but I wouldn't say a lie, Sheriff.

Don't you think the result justifies the meaning?

Justifies you stay away five years, come back and do a thing like this.

They've talked about you, said everything about you, and I wouldn't

believe them.

But now, what do you expect me to think of you and that woman?

You've humiliated me.

All I've worked for to help things in the town I've got to live in, raise my

children, you've torn down.

I've tried to drive that woman out of Osage.

Honey.

If I know anything about Dixie Lee, she'll leave town after today.

But driving her out won't help, Matt.

Dixie Lees have been stoned in the marketplace for 2,000 years.

You've got to drive the devil out of the person.

Can't you see, honey, your conscience will be clear. You haven't sent to

prison the woman instead of the real criminal.

Social order, which you can't change yet.

My only interest in Dixie Lee was to see that she got one less kick.

You mean what she said about herself was true?

Every word, sugar.

The times I saw her look in her eyes, I'll never forget.

You wonder to me that she hasn't killed herself.

Maybe. Things have been different.

She might be like I am.

Married.

Safe.

Oh, I'm thankful I've got you.

That we've got each other.

In our home.

Oh, sugar, sugar, I love you.

Hell and high water all the way. There's never been anybody but you, and you know

it. Oh, hold me close.

My boy.

That Bear Creek pool is a whopper. Say, those Osage engines are sure striking it

rich. Shops of money. You mark my words, this state is going to be sprouting a

million barrels of oil a month someday.

Sure, and a million dollars won't look much either.

Well, wreck it and fight it.

Stand still, Donner. I'll never have this drip finish before you take back to

school.

Say, Breda, if you think I'm going back to New York finishing school wearing a

homemade sizzle like this, you're seriously mistaken.

But will you wear?

I'm not going back to school.

Do you suppose I'm going to let those girls give me the laugh because we

haven't struck all?

They think we're all millionaires now. Madonna, you're the most... Why, even

the Indians have more money than we've got.

You ought to be punished, big as you are.

And the men in this family, editorials, and maybe governor at a hundred a week.

Maybe. And them, the rising young engineers.

I suppose he's out gassing with Ruth again.

I've spoken to him.

And I'll give him another good talking to tonight.

Go on, sit down over there.

I'll stitch this up.

Mother, I'm going out the O.C.'s reservation.

I've studied enough geology, and they need new engineers out there. You're not

fooling me for one moment, young man. It's Ruby.

Well? Why should you think you'd be ashamed of yourself, mooning around with

an Indian hired girl? Ruby isn't an Indian hired girl. She's the daughter of

an Osage sheep. Osage.

She's just as important in the Osage nation as well as Alice Roosevelt is in

Washington. I've heard just about enough from you, Simran Cravat.

Then you might just as well know it that as soon as I'm on my own, I'm going to

marry Ruby. Your father will put a stop to this.

Dad knows.

It's all right with him.

Ruby's waiting, mother.

Well, I'm going to pick out the richest white man in town and marry him.

Sure struck a dritch, Louie. Yes, boys, money's coming in so fast, I don't know

what to do with it.

Isn't she a beauty?

Hey, Cal, how do you like it? What a dumb dinner.

Lay this thing out, folding glass front, shoulder verving.

Pretty, I bet.

Does 30 an hour.

How's business, Cal?

Fine. We're going to build another addition to the Fitchby house. Say,

that's great. It just couldn't be better. Yeah, boys, don't scratch that.

It's a new car, you know.

I must say, Mr. Levy, your stock is right up to date.

You'll have my order for the 12th in my new house.

I'll attend to it myself.

I hear you have a lovely new home. Small place.

What if I do here? Go ahead.

And don't break anything.

Be seated.

Are they still in there?

No. Two of them.

And all of the portholes.

I'm going to get one of those new acetylene headlights so I can see around

the corners.

Now, Irving, careful.

Not too fast.

With all your talk and editorials.

No, but I have a clear conscience.

I could throw enough votes your way to elect you governor.

Yes, you could.

Now, with you in the chair, we've got the chance of a lifetime.

We can fix things so we'll all make plenty of money.

Now, you see, the Indians...

They aren't competent to take care of their own oil leases and claims and

income.

That's understood.

Now, we'll have an agent appointed for it. One little dude just... Now, let me

understand.

We'll have an agent appointed who will... steal the money from the

Indians? Well, just a matter of bookkeeping, you know.

Well, Leary, I've known all about your scheme for weeks.

And I think it's the dirtiest, filthiest piece of politics that ever came into

the state of Oklahoma.

And I'll smash you and everybody connected with it before I'm through

with you. You ain't coming in there.

Then I'll smash your chances for governor.

And I can do it, too.

Yancy, you know about Slim and Ruby.

We can't live our children's lives for them, honey.

Listen to this, the lead for tomorrow.

The demagogues plan to rob them again, stealing the vast ocean of oil gushing

up through the miserable barren land known as the Osage Indian Reservation,

again victimizing those duped and wretched Americans, the Osage Indians.

The treaty's broken, the land's stolen, and now there's about to burst forth the

gaudiest... star-spangled piece of crookedness ever played under the wing

of a double-dealing government.

We can't print that. And why not? This isn't a sim around country. It's the

state of Oklahoma.

You can't slur the government. It's treason. It's history.

I don't blame the government for crooked politician's tricks.

I'll show them.

I'll stop them if it's the last thing I ever do.

Furthermore, the time has come to give the red man full citizenship.

So he can live as free as the white man lives.

Citizenship for Indians.

Give them the vote. The people he would mob you.

A prophet is never without honor, save in his own country.

You could be one of the greatest figures in this nation. You are, if you don't

throw it away.

If you print that article, you'll never be governor. Never.

I've forgiven you many things in the past ten years, Yancey Prevost.

But I'll never forgive you that.

Oh, yes, you will, sure.

Never as a long time.

Not while I'm alive, maybe.

But someday you'll be able to turn back to the old files and read this article

and be glad it was printed.

No. I have some position to maintain in this community.

I have some voice in this paper.

I know that. But then I say you won't print it. Not in these columns.

When you take my name off and put yours in its place, you'll be editor of this

paper.

Until you do that, sugar, I am.

Send Ricky in, please.

The proof's all right, Ricky.

Just think.

Our 40th anniversary.

40 years.

Well, that's the longest time I ever stayed in one place.

The longest time in one place.

Haven't you ever heard from me, boss?

He doesn't write letters, Ricky.

The only news I've ever had was from that captain.

What thought he saw in the shadowed till.

With his hair dyed black.

He's alive somewhere.

I know it.

Now you just keep on believing that, man.

Have you decided on the editorial for the anniversary number?

Yes, we'll reprint the one on Indian citizenship from the 1975.

Oh, I have that one marked.

I'll never forget the flood of clippings that came in from all over the country,

and they called him the nation's leading editor.

And since then, Congress has granted all he asked for.

Yes, that's it.

I'm setting it up in 12th floor.

Use the same signature card.

Yes, ma'am.

Quite an affair, ain't it, Star?

Yes, mine.

The card, madame.

The card, sir, please.

I'm on the committee.

Sorry, Mr. Levy, about you not being on the committee.

To see we...

invited representatives of our principal family.

One of my ancestors was a signer of the Declaration of Independence.

That's all right.

A relative of mine, a fellow named Moses, wrote the Ten Commandments.

We are here to congratulate our new member of Congress and to welcome our

noted visitors, the senators and congressmen from Washington, who will

accompany us on a tour of inspection to the Boleg's oil field, and also to

announce the arrival and the unveiling...

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 Cravath.

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 old sage.

Time 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. Louie Hefner.

Next,

my firstborn, my boy.

Cimarron. And now, one who had become a member of our family by marriage.

My son's wife.

A chief's daughter.

A full-blooded old sage Indian.

Ruby Diggins.

Mrs. Cimarron for that.

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 Yancy 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 Patty DeFraga was good, wasn't it?

Now what do you think of women in politics?

I'll give up.

You know, I'm curious to see the subject of this pioneer statue.

Oh, my.

I hear that the governor's sending his staff down to the unveiling. Really? We

must see it.

Congratulations. I see you on every moment. Thank you.

This was worth the trip from Washington.

So nice to see you.

The Osage Nations, through me, extend its congratulations.

You're very kind.

Wonderful thing.

I never heard anything like it.

Your dress is so becoming.

Like your hat, too.

And I must be going.

My feet hurt.

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.

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.

When you're ready, Sabra, we'll start at once.

Oh, yes.

Yes.

I'll be right with you.

We leave for Bowlegs immediately, gentlemen.

It's a new empire.

All this up from raw prairie.

Overnight.

Hello? Hello, hello?

Field office?

Send an ambulance.

Quick. Osage 3.

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

What happened?

We've never had a closer call.

The pressure came in ahead of time.

They were lowering a torpedo of nitroglycerin. But 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. But that meant for a man who grabbed the torpedo,

cushioned it against his body, and prevented the explosion. What nerve!

Oh, he saved our lives, that's all. Was he badly hurt?

Jammed against the rig.

Chest crushed.

Pretty bad.

Who was he?

Oh, I don't know. Just an old drifter who had been hanging around here ever

since the new field opened.

Some of the fellas called him Old Yance.

Get me through!

Get me through!

Sugar.

Sugar.

Are you all right?

Wife and mother.

A stainless wound.

Hide me.

Hide me in your love.