ur 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.
Let's not talk any more about it.
Yancey, you don't mean... Oh, darling.
Sugar, if we all took root and squatted,
there'd never be any new country.
We got a horse for you, Yancey.
You're not going now, today?
- I've got to.
- You can't go like this.
Sugar, come on and go with me.
- But Cim, Donna...
- The children, too. All of us, now.
- We'll get out the old crate, huh?
- We can't.
All right, Sabra.
I'll send back for you, sugar.
I'll send back for you.
There he is.
Step right up to the middle
of this horse there, Yancey.
That makes it up faster, Yance.
I'll send back for you, sugar.
Is Daddy going on the run, Mama?
I'll bet you that'll make them
remember the Maine.
The way those Rough Riders
rode over San Juan Hill...
showed those Spaniards something.
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