Cimarron Page #3

If you've a mind,

you can fly out of there, Elmer.

Hold it there, partner.

Hold her, don't let her buck you down.

Get away from that weeping thing.

- Why don't you do something?

- I'm doing all I can, honey.

Old Elmer's been uncorking

the red eye, I see.

Yancey, do get out of here

so we can find a place to sleep.

I'm nearly dead and so is Cim.

I'm sorry, honey. I...

Say, where's the Bixby Hotel?

Left turn.

You just passed it on the other corner.

Honey, we passed right by it. Get along.

See you later, folks.

Giddyup. Come on here, boy.

I won't bring up my boy in a town like this.

I'm going back home.

Well, don't you think you better wait

until morning, honey?

You know, a good night's sleep...

and things are gonna look

entirely different.

I'll be back soon.

Louis Hefner, one of the town's

leading merchants now, I gather.

- Hello, Yance. I'm glad to see you here.

- I'm glad to be here.

I trust 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 jail

pretty soon, I guess.

- You're gambling?

- No.

Just watching where the money goes.

Yancey! Yancey Cravat!

- Old Grat!

- Yes. Come this way.

Yancey Cravat.

Why, you old letch monger.

You are still wearing that white hat.

And you're still making

lightning calculations.

- You know the boys.

- Most of them.

Esteban Miro.

So, you're Cravat, huh?

Yeah, and you?

Yountis, Lon Yountis.

- Howdy.

- Howdy.

Gents, what are you going to have?

This is on the house.

Brandy.

I'll have brandy.

- Are you going to start the newspaper?

- Yeah, Grat.

Yeah.

I understand the former editor here,

a man named Paigler, died.

Was shot in the back, huh?

What are you aiming at?

Here you are, gents.

Have another one.

All right.

Mr. Cravat, I'd like to talk to you a minute,

if you have time.

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

And you see, I heard you were gonna

open up a newspaper office called...

The Oklahoma Wigwam, see.

And I'd like to have...

Well, I'd like to go to work.

- Howdy.

- Howdy.

- Howdy, Yance.

- Howdy, Bull.

- Morning.

- Morning.

Morning.

"...saffron-robed, arose from the ocean...

- "to bring light to gods and men."

- Ocean?

Yarns and laces, celluloid collars...

knotting yarn, drawstrings,

shoestrings, suspenders.

- Have you any fancy braids?

- Yes, ma'am, I have some fancy braids.

That's Sol Levy, a walking notion counter.

...suspenders, darning yarn,

celluloid collars...

Howdy, Sol.

Howdy, Mr. Cravat. Howdy, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am, here's some drawstrings...

...fancy braid and I'll give you

a real good bargain.

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