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Good old Brett.

Where is it?

It? You know what I'm talking about, you lying, thieving wretch. You stashed

that money somewhere before you rode into town.

Maverick, you're rumbling me.

Where is it?

I can't tell you. What do you mean you can't tell me?

Well, can't you see, old boy?

You're the only friend I have in this town.

If I told you where the money was, then I wouldn't even have you.

I am not your friend, Buckley. Oh, yes you are, Maverick. Nobody but a friend

would do what you're going to do for me.

What might that be?

You're going to break me out of this preposterous jail.

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Up to about 1869, nobody had ever heard of a town named Junction Flats, Wyoming.

Then, all of a sudden, Junction Flats got his name in all the papers. For a

while.

It was in Junction Flats that a staunch young sheriff named Morrison Pine single

-handedly captured Hog Nose Hughes, the terror of the Western Plain.

As it turned out, Sheriff Pine's day in the sun was a pretty short one because

it was from this same jail on the same day that Hognose Hughes made his

spectacular escape to freedom.

On his way to the city limits, he lowered the population of Junction Flats

by killing 13 of its leading citizens.

The fellas who untied the sheriff said he was fit to be tied all over again.

That's all there is to the story. The only reason I mention it at all is, oh,

about eight years later, I happened to pass through the town of Broken Wheel,

about 40 miles west of Junction Flat.

I was minding my own business, which is poker.

One look into the community center, and I knew I was in the wrong town.

Maverick, hold up there.

Dandy Jim Buckley. By George, it is a small world, isn't it?

Crowded is the word for it. Do you know, if I hadn't looked up when I did, we'd

have missed each other again.

Yep.

Well, tell me about yourself.

How have you been, and what have you been doing?

And, um, have you got any money?

Take care of yourself, Buckley. Maybe we'll run into each other again

My dear Maverick, I can't tell you how I've missed those little drolleries of

yours. You have the refreshing wholesomeness of a genuine frontier wit.

You do have money, don't you?

Not for you, Buckley. If you want to steal money, do it from somebody else.

I can't blame you for saying that.

You're remembering me the way I used to be.

I'm not like that anymore, Maverick.

I'm a new man, and a better one.

Yeah. I'll tell you what did it.

I suddenly realized that an honest dollar is easier to come by than a

one. It's changed my whole life, Maverick. It gives you a good, clean

working for the living.

Don't get me choked up, Buckley.

I've got to have $2 ,000, and you're going to give it to me.

Goodbye, Buckley. You're not to look at it as a loan.

You're simply putting your money to work.

I'm not going to keep anything from you, Maverick.

A certain business contact, a large, legitimate corporation.

finds itself pathetically in need of horses. Any kind of horses, all they can

buy for whatever they have to pay for them. Horses? Yes.

I have acquired this whole territory as a horse buyer, and they'll pay me a

commission on every horse.

Buckley, I'm trying to picture you as an honest tradesman, and it isn't easy.

Now tell me, who are these people you're dealing with, and what's their grit?

Patrick, I'm not selling anything. I'm buying.

There's no con game in which you buy.

Now, give me the 2 ,000 like a good boy, and I'll guarantee you at least 4 ,000

back. I'm putting 2 ,000 of my own in it. That's how much I think of this

proposition.

Deep down in his depraved little heart, Dandy Jim Buckley knew that he had me.

He knew, and I knew.

that I couldn't sleep until I'd figured out what he was up to.

It was nothing but curiosity that was making me do something no sane man would

do.

I was drawing to an inside straight.

One thing about Dandy Jim Buckley, he was never predictable.

He was doing the last thing on earth I ever expected him to do with my $2 ,000.

He was buying horses.

Lots of horses.

In fact, it seemed at times as if he had his heart set on buying every horse in

town. Day after day, he had been buying those horses.

Night after night, I'd been going without sleep trying to figure out why.

Then, early one morning, a little before noon, something seemed different.

It was like Sunday morning in the middle of the week.

Not a sound anywhere.

And then I suddenly knew.

Dandy Jim Buckley had struck.

happen? Where is everybody?

Gold. Gold what?

Ain't you heard? They found gold over at Cobb's Creek. Who found gold?

Some prospector snuck in and filed a claim. But the whole town noted in 20

minutes. Tell me something. I ain't got time to tell you nothing, mister.

Fifty dollars.

I'm sure if we talked it over, we could arrive at some equitable figure.

Well,

who's got time to talk?

Buckley, if you lay a hand on my horse, you'll never need yours again.

Maverick, old boy, I was bringing him to you. By way of Idaho.

There it is again, that ready wit.

Aren't you going down to Cobb's Creek?

There's gold out there.

Oh, no need to be greedy about it. We have $10 ,000 right here.

$10 ,000.

Didn't I tell you an honest dollar was easier to come by than a crooked one?

I really didn't know what you meant at the time.

You'd probably get an argument from some of the suckers.

All those people standing around at Cobb's Creek looking for that grisly old

prospector of yours.

They might even want their money back.

Yes, well, I see no use in arguing with the rusty population, which,

incidentally, is probably halfway back here by now.

Look, Brett, even if the money weren't honestly come by, which it was, I can't

remember which money came from which room.

Let's go somewhere we can talk.

You. 20 for me. 20 for you.

20 for me.

Maverick, my friend.

You're not really going to give yours back, are you?

You don't understand me at all, Buckley. I love money, but I hate jail.

20 for you. 20 for me.

20 for you. 20 for me.

The first chance I'd had to sleep in days and I slept.

Funny thing though when I woke up I felt well stiff

Now

he wouldn't have gone that way Because that way is broken wheel, and they'd

him there.

My idea was to follow him that way, and maybe just half kill him.

Danny Jim Buckley was a changed man, getting a sense of decency.

All the other times he'd robbed me and sneaked off in the night, he'd taken my

horse, too.

Got a good cigar?

Yes, sir.

Hey, I've been wondering about the name of your town. Sounds familiar.

Junction Flats.

Of course. I read about this town in a book.

Isn't this the town that hog -nosed Hughes broke out of jail?

Stranger, folks in Junction Flats ain't much on reading books.

There ain't much either for talking about jailbreaks or hog nose hues.

Why would that be?

Because the sheriff here is a little touchy on the subject.

Oh, say, one more thing.

I kind of lost track of a friend of mine. He'd be a stranger in town. Maybe

you've seen him.

There was another stranger in just today.

A fellow by the name of Barnum.

P .T. Barnum?

That's the way he signed in.

The hotel?

The jail.

Tell me. The fellow came in right after lunch, sat down at the poker table,

joined the game.

Wasn't no time at all before he was accusing Leroy Howard of cheating.

It was a bad wound.

He might live and he might not.

Barnum? Leroy.

His life's hanging by a hair.

Leroy.

Barnum. The folks here is hanging around to see how it comes out.

We was figuring if the boy died, we'd hang the stranger ourselves.

That poor boy wasn't no more than 28 years old.

Wouldn't the sheriff have something to say about that?

Oh, he'd have a lot to say.

He's Leroy's uncle.

Oh. And he didn't like it one darn bit.

I ain't ever seen the sheriff this mad since the day... Hog Nose

Hughes broke out of his jail.

Sheriff swore nobody would ever break out of his jail again.

The way he feels now, though, I don't suppose he'd mind people breaking in for

worthy cause.

Oh, and lynching is a worthy cause.

Well, now, it does help folks let off steam.

And, too, it's a great saving in time and expense.

All the cost of the taxpayer would be the burying of the stranger.

And him being a poor man, well, he'd appreciate that himself.

Poor man.

Lost all the money he had before the game broke up.

He did, huh?

Sure did.

Upwards of $75.

That's all he had?

Uh -huh.

Anything else I can do for you?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

I'd hate to go through a famous town like Junction Flats and not get to see

jail. Could you tell me where it is?

I'll show it to you.

With $10 ,000 at stake, Buckley would be out of that little old jail before

morning. And I'd be waiting for him.

I'd know that jail anywhere from the pictures in the books.

That's the old jail.

The new one's on the corner.

Yep. And as a law student, it disturbs me to think of even a cold -blooded

killer lying in a strange jail without the benefit of legal counsel.

All lawyers feel that way.

Sheriff, it would be a bad blow to the reputation of this town to hang a man

before the trial.

It would be in all the papers.

Hadn't thought of that.

Well, there's just you and me between him and the fury of the mob. He ain't

no money to pay for lawyers. Sheriff, money is the last thing in the world

I'm thinking of.

I wonder if I could just talk with your prisoner.

I reckon he's entitled to that.

It'll take a minute to get the keys to the cell.

You keep them in the safe?

I sure do, mister.

And I'm the only one who's got the combination.

No point in having jails if folks are just wandering out whenever they please.

You got a visitor, Barnum.

The fellow here wants to be your lawyer.

How do you do? This is Mr. Brent Maverick. Mr. Maverick's the lawyer.

Oh, very happy to know you, Mr.

Maverick.

Won't you come in?

No, this here is close enough.

I heard about the trouble you were in, Mr. Barnum, and I figured you could use

legal assistance.

That was very thoughtful of you.

I'm afraid I need all the help I can get.

Of course you do.

Mr. Maverick.

I'm as innocent as a newborn babe.

You shot that boy. You know you did.

He shot first.

Careful, Mr. Barnum. Anything you say can be used against you. I'm surprised

didn't tell him that yourself.

Sheriff, I'd like to talk to my client in private.

No, sir. I don't leave nobody alone with my prisoners.

I hope you'll understand, Mr. Barnum. As your lawyer, I'd like to see you given

all your legal rights.

When I leave this town, I'd like to leave with a good conscience, knowing

you'd received a fair shake and a fair trial.

I appreciate that.

Before they hung you. And I want you to understand the situation the sheriff is

in and not hold it against him.

He has his sworn duty on one hand, and on the other hand, he has his feelings

for his own flesh and blood.

I understand.

Of course you do.

The folks all over the country will understand that.

Once all the facts are known.

All right.

Talk to him.

Talk your head off.

Good old rat.

Where is it?

It? You know what I'm talking about, you lying, thieving rat. You stashed that

money somewhere before you rode into town.

Maverick, you're rumbling me.

Where is it?

Come, tell me.

Well, can't you see, old boy?

You're the only friend I have in this town.

If I told you where the money was, then I wouldn't even have you.

I am not your friend, Buckley. Oh, yes,

you are, Maverick.

Nobody but a friend would do what you're going to do for me.

Well, what might that be?

You're going to break me out of this preposterous jail.

You don't know me at all, Buckley.

I've never broken anybody out of jail in my life, and if I were to start, why

would I start with you?

You tell me why I do it.

Because you're greedy.

And because I know where the money is. And if these rubes string me up, I'll

a rich man.

Would you really do a thing like that? Would you die with $10 ,000 on your

conscience and $2 ,000 of it my money? I'd die happy that way.

And you're not going to tell me? No.

But I'll show you.

And you swear the other fella drew first.

Have I ever lied to you?

We'll split the money again.

Half and half.

That's right.

I'll take my half plus half of your half.

My legal fee.

Oh, no.

Fifty -fifty.

Well, Mr. Barnum, I... I sure hope you change your mind about needing a lawyer.

Three to one.

Well, good day.

In all my life, I'd seen only one building put together as solidly as the

jail at Junction Flat.

That was the United States Mint in Denver.

It's surprising how few ways there are for an enterprising man to spring

from a good jail.

Oh, there's habeas corpus. But I wasn't sure they had that in Junction Flats.

Lots of places a man could shoot his way out.

But this wasn't one of those places.

Then, of course, there's always the classic approach to the problem.

Are you sure that's what you want?

Well, yes, ma 'am. Is there something wrong?

Well, I think I ought to tell you.

Fashionable ladies haven't been wearing tie -back dresses all two, three seasons

now. They're considered, uh, déclassé.

Well, I'm afraid it's gonna have to be a tie -back dress, ma 'am.

Well, uh, very well. We'll see if we have one tucked away somewhere.

I'm afraid this is all we have. As I say, there isn't much demand for them

Well, what I had in mind was more of a red dress, ma 'am.

Red? Who on earth are you buying it for?

My mother.

Oh, your mother.

Oh.

Well, that will take a little more time. Oh, there's no hurry.

Thank you.

Patrick? Were they mice you've been hollering about?

They're not mice.

Well, you wait and see.

What are you doing in my basement?

I hate to say this, ma 'am, but I'm looking for something to tie you up

You think you can stop that music and foot stomping long enough to eat your

supper? You can only feel so bad, Sheriff. And then the essential

of man takes over. You start feeling good.

You got nothing to feel good about.

How utterly appetizing.

Yeah.

Going home to supper?

Where else would I be going?

I'll check in around 11. Anybody wants me, I'll be home.

Don't you ever get tired of playing that monotonous thing?

Well, this isn't really my chosen instrument, Deputy. I'm a whiz on a

saw.

I don't suppose you have a saw I could borrow, have you? You keep playing that

mouth organ till I can find you one.

All quiet along the Potomac tonight Except here and there

a stray picket

He's shot as he walks on his beat to and fro by a rifleman hid

in the thicket.

Tis nothing a private or two now and then will not count in the news

of the battle.

Not the so lost, only one of the men.

better use the chalk.

That last hundred you put on your pile was 200 stuck together.

Oh, well, no need to argue.

One for me and three for you.

One for me and three for you.

Well, that's a lot of it. It's a pleasure to do business with you, Mr.

And no, Buckley, we'll just fold them up together side by side for just a teensy

bit longer.

Now, big partner, tell me you're not thinking what I know you're thinking.

What's that, Buckley?

You don't want that money in your conscience.

Not all that money.

Don't be evil -minded.

Now, if you'll just sit up and turn around, with your hands behind you, long

enough for me to get a loop on you.

This is an awful blow, Maverick.

If a man can't trust his best friend, whom can he trust?

Doggone if I know.

Now, if you just lie down there comfortably, I'll sort of hog -tie you.

Come for a minute.

Look here, Maverick. I don't want you to do anything you'll be ashamed of the

rest of your life.

You know, the way lawyers take money is one thing.

The way thieves take it is another.

Believe me, Buckley, this is the only part that I really enjoy.

I'm doing this for your own good.

I am your lawyer.

You're not paying me just to make you a fugitive.

I have to go back to Junction Flats and clear your good name.

Of course, I am being a little selfish about it.

I'm trying to clear my own name, too. I may want to come back to Wyoming again

sometime. But believe me, one of these days, you're going to thank me for what

I'm doing.

I believe my bath is ready.

You'll excuse me if I freshen up a bit.

Well, first off, Sheriff, tell me how your nephew is. He's better. He ain't

good, but he's better. Well, I can't tell you how happy that makes me. Well,

that's good.

Now let's start figuring out what you came here for.

All right.

Ain't it a wonderful thing how these young jack -legged lawyers works day and

night for their clients?

Even when they ain't got no clients anymore.

Sure beats all, Sheriff.

I still got my client.

Well, maybe you wouldn't mind telling us where you got him.

I was just getting to that. We'll get to it fast.

Sheriff, I got a proposition to make.

Now, my client likes to think of himself as a law -abiding citizen. A good,

honest, upright man.

He does?

And when I took over this case, my client was sitting back there in his

cell swearing he was an innocent man.

State your proposition.

If you'll give me your personal guarantee that he won't be lynched, if

take a personal responsibility that he'll be safe and alive when the circuit

judge gets here, my client is willing to give himself up.

I don't want him.

I don't think I heard you, Sheriff.

Leroy, when he came to this morning, owned up that he drew first.

Well, Sheriff, that's going to make my client the happiest man in the world.

I just wish there was some way that you could get that message back to him.

How's that again?

Because you ain't in no position to tell him yourself.

Well, I don't think I'll follow you, sir. Mr.

Maverick, shooting people is one thing. Folks does it all the time.

Lots of times it's done just because they're high -spirited and prankish.

What you did ain't prankish.

It was cold -blooded and mean. It's a crime against nature and the statutes of

Wyoming. Did I do something wrong?

Mr. Maverick, you washed up today.

You didn't get the dirt out from underneath your fingernails.

Now let's see what we've got you on the books for.

Obstructing justice.

Aiding in the escape of a felon. You told me yourself he wasn't a felon. He

at the time.

Mr. Maverick, if you're still alive and safe when the circuit judge gets here,

you're going to know where to have your mail sent for the next 30 years.

See that he stays comfortable, George.

And don't take your eyes off him for a minute. He's the tricky one. He's the

dangerous criminal.

Good night, Sheriff.

Good night, Consular.

Oh, I forgot to tell you something.

Don't be Gabby, because it can be used against you.

I'm waiting.

Well, let's see.

It would still take him another half hour to work his way out of his ropes.

Another five minutes to figure out that I hadn't made off with the company fund,

that I really had gone to see the sheriff.

Getting into town would take at least an hour longer than it had taken me,

because he'd be coming in roundabout, so as not to meet any public officials on

the road.

But then how would he know I was here?

Oh, he'd find out some way.

Then how would he break me out?

I couldn't see Dandy Jim doing heavy work.

He'd stay neat at all costs.

Suddenly, I had a horrible thought.

You suppose he'd just sit off to one side and wait for me to break myself

You know, just for a change, we might play slapjack.

All right, slapjack.

That ought to be the sheriff.

But that ain't his knock.

Well, don't give up hope. It might be the mob.

Yeah?

Open up.

Good evening.

I'm a fugitive from justice. I've come to give myself up.

Good evening to you, Maverick. I just had to come back and make sure they were

treating you right.

Good. We need another hand for the game.

You come in with your hands raised.

Delighted.

What are you doing here?

Paying my debt to society.

Dandy boy, your folks will be proud of you. Well, I always try to do the right

thing.

Tell me, Deputy, which room is mine?

The last one was rather draughty, you know.

Why did you have to pick a time like now to give yourself up?

I ain't got no place to put you.

Well, don't tell me I need a reservation to break into this jail. You've lots of

room. You know I ain't got the key to themselves.

The sheriff keeps them in the safe.

I'd forgotten all about that.

Well, do you want to go get the sheriff, or do you want me to go? Either way,

scribble to me.

You could just as well have waited to turn yourself in in the morning.

My work's complicated enough as it is.

Did you ever see this done, deputy?

Try and touch your...

Buckley, I always thought you were reasonably smart.

Aren't I?

No, you aren't. This is the stupidest thing you've done yet. You come busting

here with a lot of fireworks, a lot of smart electrics, and they don't amount

a hill of beans.

Where do you suppose they keep the handcuffs?

The top drawer.

All you've done is just hurt this gentleman's feelings. You haven't helped

me at all.

Oh, come now, Maverick. Mustn't throw in your cards before I've even finished

dealing.

Where do you plan to start?

You gonna gnaw through the bars?

I'll use the keys, of course.

The keys, my friend, are in the safe.

Well, what goes shut must come open again.

Could I lend you a hairpin or something?

Don't you just love offensive humor?

Ah, what a nice safe.

I've never tried one quite like it.

Really well built.

Can't even hear the tumblers click.

Well, I hope no one's in a hurry. This isn't the sort of job you can just rush

through.

Take your time.

You're wasting your time, mister.

That safe wouldn't open with dynamite. I could steal some dynamite.

But no, no, I can't destroy other people's property.

He's one of the most kind -hearted men you'd ever want to meet.

Very thoughtful and considerate.

Are you a plate?

Both. What you fussing and brooding about this time?

I got things on my mind, Ma.

I don't rightly know what they are.

I think I'll mosey on down and have a look at the jail.

Sit down.

You think somebody's made off with it?

Maury Pine, I don't know what's got into you lately, but it's getting worse all

the time.

You ain't been yourself at all since all that... Don't you say it.

You ain't getting paid to work 24 hours a day.

Now just unfold yourself and come to bed.

It's really quite tedious, you know.

But then it wouldn't be fun if it were easy, would it?

Nothing like the joy of honest labor.

It's all in the way a body's brought up, I suppose.

Did you ever read the story of Robert the Bruce when you were a child?

No, and I just don't believe that you were ever a child.

Well,

Robert the Bruce was king of Scotland, or one of those places, and he was

a devil of a time.

Then one day, he was sitting in a cave, watching a little spider trying to spin

a web across a cranny.

Six times that little spider tried.

He simply couldn't do it.

But when he tried the seventh time, do you know what happened?

Robert the Bruce leaned over and stomped on him.

I wish you hadn't interrupted me.

I can't even remember how the story came out.

I think I've got two of them.

Those things must be frightfully uncomfortable.

He keeps looking like he's listening for something outside.

Of course he does, because he is.

You're hoping to hear the sheriff coming, aren't you?

That's right.

Well, you should have known that.

It's the nature of man.

Man can't live without something to hope for.

I'm not hoping.

I'm just waiting.

Edward, don't let me stop you.

Sheriff, I need a knife. Drop the gun, please.

How'd you get in here?

Well, your friendly assistant let me in.

Did you give me a gun, too?

Oh, no, he didn't give it to him, Sheriff.

My friend here took it. The cutest trick you ever saw. Well, it's really

nothing. I've done it countless times before.

Here, we'll show you. I'll take the gun.

Well... You see, you try and touch your...

But George forgot to back up.

Hey, Medic, your humor is becoming a bit tiresome.

Sorry, Buckley, I couldn't resist it.

Are you going to tie him up or lock him up?

Tie him up?

In the best jail in Wyoming?

May I trouble you for the keys, please?

Thank you. Now, if you'll just step this way.

Sheriff, I could almost feel sorry for you.

But you would have let the decent element lynch me.

You shot that boy?

Now that's what I mean.

Well, you'll have to feel sorry for yourself.

Boys, don't leave me like this!

Shoot me! Kill me!

Sheriff, that's against the law.

4980, 4980, 5000, 5000.

This business of dividing it up is becoming monotonous. I almost wish one

other of us had all of it. I know you do, Buckley.

Well, Maverick, which way shall we go now?

You can go that way and I'll go that way.

Oh,

um, may I have my gun?

You can buy a new one somewhere. You're a rich man now.

Maverick, parting is such sweet sorrow.

I know that, too.

Goodbye, Jim.

Goodbye, Brett.

Oh, one thing, Brett.

Whatever became of Hognose Hughes?

Oh, about three months later, he got hold of some bad chili at a picnic and

in agony.

Oh.

Oh, well.

All quiet along the Potomac tonight.

pickets.

Buckley? It's me, old boy.

Where'd you get that buffalo rifle?

I found it.

On the ground, please.

Now, I wonder if you'd mind standing up?

sad and lonely hopes and fears how vain

when this cruel war is over praying

that we meet again

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

Ride the trail to who knows where. Luck is his companion.

Camperman is his game.

Smooth as a handle on a gun.

Maverick is the name.

Wild as a wind in Oregon.

Blowing up a canyon.

Easier to tame.

Riverboat, ring your bell.

Fare thee well, Annabelle.

Luck is the lady. that he loves the best.

That's the New Orleans,

living on Jackson Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

River won't ring your bell, better well than a bell.

Luck is the lady that he loves the best.

That's the New Orleans, living on Jackson Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.