Cimarron Page #6

That's good old Mavis.

I don't know

how you put up with her all these years.

Well, somebody's got to.

I know. Come on, honey.

Good night. Good night, Sam.

Good night.

I love you.

Stand by.

You know,

you're welcome to use one of my horses.

The way I ride, I'd never be able

to hold my own against these boys.

Don't worry about it, honey.

We come this far, didn't we?

I didn't come this far

to get done out of my land.

Bye, Pop.

- I'll get my land somehow.

- Bye, Pa.

And what's gonna happen

if you miss that stagecoach?

Well, I'll worry about that

when I come to it.

All right, now.

Suppose you take this along

just in case, huh?

- Thanks, for everything.

- Good luck, Tom.

Come on, itty-bit,

go back to the wagon now.

Hope you get your land.

Pa's gotta go.

You just stay with your ma, now.

How on earth

are we ever gonna find you?

You all stay with the folks. I'll find you.

Let's say goodbye to Daddy.

- Bye. Bye. Bye.

- Bye.

Bye.

- Yancey, can you see our land from here?

- No.

It's in that direction, though.

Way out there there's a big grove

of trees, and then there's this gully.

On the other side of the gully,

there's this big hill...

...and on top of that hill, there's some

of the finest grazing land you ever saw.

You best come in town with us.

- You mean that the town's already set up?

No, no, no, they have it, uh...

These certain sections plotted off

into, like, town lots.

Is that right? And all the rest

is divided up into farms.

- One hundred and sixty acres apiece.

- Yeah.

- And it's free?

- Yes.

All this wonderful land just here to take.

They're about ready.

I'm gonna saddle up.

Huh? Oh.

What a foolish sight. An old character

like you racing like a tomcat.

Never mind the lecture.

Help me get this rheumatic old knight

on his wooden charger.

I said, take your hands off me,

both of you.

Since when do I have to have help

getting up on a wagon?

Come on, Sir Galahad, upsy-daisy.

- Come on, you.

- Ahh...

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

Take good care of that wildcat, Sabra.

He won't be easy to tame.

I will.

Hey, Dixie, where'd you get them pants?

Hey, Dixie.

Hello, Dixie. You racing for land?

I already know the land I want.

Hey, Dixie. Hey, Dixie.

Hey, Dixie.

Yancey, who is she?

Well, I gotta tell you all about that

someday, honey.

Now, look, you stay back here

till the race gets started, right?

Now, you come on, itty-bits,

get in that wagon.

Come on, get out of the way

of them horses.

You come with me, baby. Get over there.

Get up there, Nellie.

Never mind about that thing, just get up.

I got two hands

and I can't handle all of you.

Well, we're off to the hunt.

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