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?
-