Cimarron Page #5

It was so rich.

You know how you do?

It smelled so rich you felt like you just...

You just throw out a handful of seeds

and a whole crop of corn would sprout up.

Ten feet high.

That's what I wanna do.

I wanna grow my own food

and raise my own cattle.

Now, just a minute.

There's only one thing wrong

with that little dream of yours.

Corn just don't pop up 10 feet tall.

No, it's gotta have plowing and planting

and weeding and watering.

- And then along comes a drought. Ruined.

- Shh.

- All right.

- And as for that fictional cattle...

All right. All right. Ha-ha-ha.

Say, you really are something,

young fellow.

Come on, little lady.

We've got a rough day ahead.

I'll get out the bedroll here.

Good night. Good night.

Oh, ma'am, I don't want you to think

we meant nothing by what we were saying.

- We were just joshing him.

- Oh, I know.

Oh, there is just one thing, though.

You see, we kind of raised that lunatic.

He's kind of like a son.

Well, we never had any

children of our own.

And I was just thinking,

you being his wife and all...

...maybe you could talk him

into trying the newspaper business.

It isn't so much for ourselves.

Well, now, wait a minute, Mother.

That enters into it.

You see, a man hates to work...

...and have everything

that he stood for just disappear.

- Well, it's just that...

- Kind of like to pass it on to somebody.

Yeah. You see, we need

somebody to leave things to.

- Sam.

- And...

Listen, how many times?...

You never give up, do you?

I told you

I don't like the newspaper business.

I just don't like this business

of being a crusader all the time.

- It's an embarrassing thing, you know.

- Who's a crusader? I'm not a crusader.

You are, Sam, you are a crusader.

Isn't that right?

Every time

some unpopular cause comes along...

...old Sammy gets himself

right in the middle on the wrong side.

Somebody's got to.

- That's what I'm talking about.

That's exactly what I mean.

No, sir, you're not gonna catch me

spending my time...

Wasting my time behind a desk.

Just look out there,

look at all those people.

Isn't that a sight? And every one of them,

every one of them have some sort of dream.

What's the use of any of us being here...

...if we're not chasing

some sort of a dream of some kind?

There they are out there.

Good men, bad men, lawmen, gunmen,

horse thieves, wanted men...

...men not wanted so much by anybody

or anything, anyplace.

But they've all got

that dream in their head.

They've all got that new life

they're hoping to lead sometime.

And how many of them...

...four out of five,

ain't gonna make no life...

...ain't gonna find no land, no nothing?

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