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The first shot will be aimed at you.

Drop that toy, old boy.

I detest gentlemen who walk around with
secret stingers.

Now you get out of here and don't show
your face around again.

Get out.

And take your toy with you.

Starring James Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

A Warner Brothers television production.

Raise a hundred.

All.

Reduce it.

Close.

Retreat.

You know, if I hadn't dealt this hand
with my own cards, I'd say this was just

little more than luck.

What can I do for you, sonny? Do you
know a Dan Jameson?

Dan Jameson.

I used to know a little boy back home by
the name of... Danny!

How are you, boy?

Fine, it's fine. Hey, you've sprouted up
some.

Well, I was 11 when you left Texas, and
that was eight years ago.

You look fine. Come on over and let's
have a talk.

You can pass the deal, gentlemen.

Feel me out.

Oh, Maverick.

This wouldn't be a way of quitting when
you're winning with us Cole as my old

pappy always taught me The only time you
ever quit when you're winning is after

you've won at all Even gentlemen, come
on Dan. Let's have a talk They

call

me Dan now Okay, Dan, how'd you find me?

Well, it wasn't easy but every sheriff I
asked they all seem to know you

Well, that's always been a problem of
mine.

Now, why did you find me?

Ma sent me. Trouble?

I don't know.

Well, what is it?

Well, it's your Pappy.

Pappy? What's Pappy up to now?

He's getting married.

To your Ma?

Nope. Oh, well, that's too bad. I always
kind of figured your Ma and Pappy would

someday. So did Ma.

I know how your Ma felt about Pappy.

But... Things don't always happen the
way we want them to.

Is my Pappy always... Who is she? A good
woman?

No. A bad woman?

No.

Well, what's Pappy, Mary?

Well, she ain't rightly a woman.

What do you mean?

Well, she's a year younger than me.

Pappy is marrying an 18 -year -old girl?

Yep.

Well, doesn't she have any folks?

Yep. They don't object?

No. Matter of fact, they're sort of in
favor of it all. In favor?

Dan, there's not any guns involved or
anything? No.

Well, who is she?

Josephine St. Clue.

The prettiest girl you ever saw.

French, huh?

Yeah.

She lived on the Louisiana side.

St. Clue.

Why did your ma send you to me?

Reckon you ought to know.

Reckon you wouldn't like the looks of
things.

Well, this type of thing, girls and
marrying and all, that's more than

Bart's line.

You should have gone after him.

I tried.

I couldn't find him.

That's okay, Danny.

Dan.

I know where he's supposed to be.

You didn't ask the right sheriff.

Three, two.

Three threes.

If I hadn't dealt my cards with my own
hands, I'd have thought you cheated.

As my pappy used to say, son, the best
time to get lucky is when the other

dealing. Well, I'm sick and tired of
listening to what your pappy had to say.

If he's that good a man -raiser, what
are you doing in jail?

That's a fair question, Sheriff.

I'm under arrest on suspicion.

Suspicion of what?

The mayor doesn't like your face.

Your poker face.

Maverick, can I borrow $10?

What? Well, you won all my eating money.

For how long?

A week.

You're not going to hold me here that
long, are you?

Well, I'll pay you back. You don't have
to be my prisoner.

Just as soon as you release me, I'm
leaving the fair village.

Well, that's what the mayor hopes for.

I reckon it'll be later on today.

There you go, Sheriff.

Ten. I'll collect next time I'm through
town.

Thanks, Maverick.

You're a good sport.

Sure.

I'll buy you a new cigar.

Much obliged, Sheriff.

You got a prisoner registered here by
the name of Bart Maverick? In the cell.

Thank you.

Come in.

It's not locked.

What'd you do, win the key?

What about it?

You think the old boy's reached his
second childhood?

I don't recollect his ever leaving his
first.

Now that I think back about it.

That's a sorry situation, but Danny,
I... Dan.

Dan.

I just don't see what I could do even if
I was there.

This sort of thing seems to be more in
Brett's line.

Well, that's what he said about you.

Me?

What do I know about weddings?

What do I know?

Well, I reckoned it'd be this way.

I didn't tell Ma, but, well, I reckoned
it deep inside.

I was just 11 when you fellas left
Texas, and I reckon deep inside I knew

was the way you was.

Well, I done what Ma asked, and I guess
I'll be going back.

Tell her the good of it.

Bye. Bye, Dan.

Bye, Dan. Have a nice trip.

If you ever get down our way, well, why
don't you drop by? We'd be glad to see

you.

figure what Pappy does his own business.

As Dan would say, yep.

He can marry anyone he pleases.

Yep.

Of course, 18 years old is a little
young for him. Yep.

It's not our business.

Nope. Kind of worriesome about Danny
riding out alone.

Yeah, he is just a boy.

There's a lot of Indian territory
between here and Texas.

Yeah, it ain't getting mean this time of
year, too.

Yeah, well, I was figuring on heading
south anyway.

Maybe I'll just ride along with Danny
till he gets through that Indian land.

Well, maybe I'll go along with you.

It's going to get cold around here
pretty soon.

And I'd just soon be a little farther
south or something.

You're next, mister.

That's funny, all that talk about
hostile Indians.

Why, there's only a 30 -mile stretch of
friendly Pawnees between here and Texas.

This is where I stayed on my way up.
They sell hot food and have shacks out

if you want to sleep in for the night.

That hot food sounds good.

But it's your turn to tend the horses,
brother dear.

What's that gonna do for you?

What's on the bill of fare today?

Still just the same as any other day,
only you're gonna have to wait till it's

ready. Come and get it!

That's the girl's brothers.

Help you?

I would like a nice, tall, cool drink of
water.

Water?

Not water, my friend.

Water creates rust.

Join us in some excellent brandy.

Well, no, thank you. Brandy is nice, but
right now, nothing would take the place

of a good drink of water.

A bar is not a proper place to go for
water.

I'm willing to pay for it. Perhaps you
might reconsider my brother.

My brother is easily offended.

He looks sensitive, all right.

My brother insists that you join us.

He must have a low voice.

In fact, if you don't, my brother may
ask that you step outside.

So consider carefully.

Which will it be, drink or fight?

Well, I'm not going to drink and I'm not
going to step outside either.

But I'm afraid I should warn you.

When the shooting starts...

The first shot will not be at your
brother.

The first shot will be aimed at you,
sir.

You're shooting, sir?

But you're not armed.

Maybe I am, sir.

Maybe I am.

Drop that toy, old boy.

I detest gentlemen who walk around with
secret stingers.

Now you get out of here and don't show
your face around again.

Get out.

And take your toy with you.

Hurry up, Brett. We gotta get out of
here before they spy me.

What do you mean? Those two fellas.

Jean -Paul and Rudolph, they're the
girls' brothers.

The trails are getting full of
jackanapes like that.

What is your name, sir?

James Buckley, known around as Dandy Jim
Buckley.

I'm Rudolph St. Clair.

My brother, Jean -Paul St. Clair. I'm
Chester Miller.

Delighted gentleman.

Won't you join us in some excellent
branding?

I'd consider that a distinct pleasure.

Chester, glass, please.

Rudolph.

That fellow looked mighty familiar.

I know.

I think that's why I didn't like him.

You know the best thing in the world for
the way we feel?

What? Food.

Where? We could wake him.

What odds are you giving?

None.

Second best thing is the hair of the dog
that bit us.

No, not for me, old boy.

Strange, my brother, is a tower of
physical strength.

But he cannot drink.

He seemed to do rather well last night.

Who are you?

Who we met last night. You introduced
yourself as Buckley, known around as

Jim Buckley. That must be who I am.

What do you do for a trade, Mr. Buckley?

I'm the jack of all trades, Mr. St.
Clair.

You pay me, and I do it.

You do what, sir?

Most anything.

But you pay me first.

What time is it?

Most anything covers the large margin.

Precisely. What are your immediate
plans?

At the moment, I'm between engagements.

For plans, I'm drifting south.

I haven't seen New Orleans in quite some
time.

I'll live in Latowiches.

On the way to New Orleans.

Why don't you join us? Be our house
guest.

The tow is lovely this time of year.

I accept your invitation with pleasure,
sir. Then we shall leave at once.

What time is it?

I never thought I'd see the Lady Gina
closed.

Well, we was showing our American cousin
the night Abe Lincoln was shot that we

ain't done much business since.

Well, that's the showboat business.

Hello, sweetheart.

Darling. My lady Jesus.

Oh, I'd like for you to meet my new
leading man, Samson Brown, Brett

Delighted. And I might add that you have
the privilege of meeting one of the

very few Americans ever to star at
Stratford and Avon.

Go make some coffee.

Very well.

What a sad day when a man of my talent
is demoted in stature to the position of

a mere lackey.

Interproduction? Soon, Brad darling,
soon.

Meanwhile, this boat makes us all a very
nice place to live.

Dan's a good boy.

Yes, I tried to raise him correctly.

You did a good job.

It wasn't easy. My background's New York
and even a while in Europe.

I wanted him to be a typical Texas boy
because I like typical Texas boys.

I know a lot of people who'll argue with
you about that. You're a Texas boy.

That's how I know.

I guess you wonder why I sent for you.

Well, I'm not going to beat around the
bush.

There's an anemic, flittering little
butterfly who's trying to get my man.

So what either she or I see in the
lecherous old goat, I'll never know.

But he's been my property for a long,
long time.

And I never give anything I like away.

Straight and to the point.

There's another reason.

I think the old coot is in grave danger.

Well, now, please, he is my father.

What do you mean you think he's in grave
danger?

The St. Clues are a family of miserable
snobs who fancy themselves aristocrats.

But I must admit that the little piece
of fluff is attractive for an 18 -year

-old simpleton.

That ain't fair, Ma. She's considered a
respected lady.

She's an out -and -out flirt.

However, she is primed for a successful
marriage in New Orleans society.

Why, then, would her family encourage
her to wed a penniless elderly gambler

with the social status of a polecat?
Why?

Insurance? That's the first thing I
thought of. No.

No, they've advised him against
insurance for the first year.

It's bad taste.

In fact, I haven't been able to find any
reason for it.

Gina, maybe it really is an affair of
the heart. No.

Nobody as pretty as she is could fall in
love with someone so ugly as old Bo

Maverick. Well, Dan, he looks a lot like
me.

Where is Pappy? Is he out here in town?

Oh, no, he's much too grand for this
town now.

He's in Latour on the Louisiana side,
staying in a gentleman's club called Le

Chalet.

However, the only gentleman who ever
stopped there was merely asking

Well, I guess I better look Pappy up.

Maybe we better open the sideshow.

Yeah. Then you can tattoo Samson.

Cards.

Eight of diamonds.

No help.

King of hearts. Possible roar of flood.

High check.

One hundred dollars.

He's got it.

I know you've got it.

It's like hiding faith to play this man.

You win, Maverick. Let's get out of
here.

That, sir, is ungentlemanly.

So you taught me, Pappy.

Bless myself.

Sit down. Sit down.

Well, what brings you to town?

I heard you were getting married.

I always liked weddings, Pappy. Son,
respect from the young is nice.

But when the young reach adulthood, some
forms of respect are considered

childish.

Hereafter, you may call me Bo.

All right, Bo.

Deal. Well, son, how did you learn of my
forthcoming wedding?

I visited the Lady Jeta.

You're high.

Well, it's understandable that in some
quarters eyebrows may be raised in

prospect of this union.

The bride is a trifle younger than me.

I hear she's a trifle younger than me.

You're high.

I hope you aren't here in the role of a
dutiful son bent on saving his doddering

old father from a sheer disaster.

Oh, no, no. I'm just here to offer
congratulations.

You still are.

Oh, Pierre.

Oui, monsieur.

I would like you to meet my brother, Mr.
Brett Maverick.

My pleasure.

A remarkable likeness.

Welcome to the club, monsieur.

Thank you, sir.

I wonder if I could ask you a question,
Bo.

If it isn't too personal.

What happens if someday your bride
discovers the charm of younger men and

realizes or thinks, perhaps, that she
has made a mistake?

That is personal.

The answer to that is something I should
have taught you years ago, as my old

pappy taught me.

If you have ever served a rare steak
that is intended for somebody else,

Don't bother with ethical details.

Eat as much as you can before the
mistake is discovered.

I see.

Your trays are high, but I wouldn't bet
too much on them if I were you.

Well, I would.

You have the same hand and spade you had
in Hart's last time.

Fifty dollars.

Call.

Three trays.

Some day you'll learn to listen to me,
son.

Oh, Pierre.

Would you bring some brandy for my
brother and me?

Do it, monsieur.

He's French.

Really?

Welcome to Bon Repos, Mr. Buckley.

Any friends of my son's are friends of
mine.

Thank you, sir.

You must be tired.

Come in.

Not at this moment, sir. My head is
still suffering from the effects of last

evening's brandy.

A bath is what you need, my friend.

Show Mr. Buckley to our room and prepare
him a bath.

Your hospitality overwhelms me, sir.

Get a good rest, my friend.

Tonight we're holding a little gathering
to celebrate the engagement of my only

daughter.

Those are going to be down by now.

I don't believe you've met my daughter,
Mr. Buckman.

No, sir, I haven't had the pleasure.

Josephine, this is our house guest, Mr.
Buckley.

My honor, ma 'am.

Why, Mr. Buckley, you do carry on, don't
you?

Josephine, run along and greet some of
our guests.

I want a word with Mr. Buckley and
study.

Yes, Papa.

Lovely, isn't she?

Oh, yes, sir. Yes, sir, she is lovely.

This way, sir.

My son was telling me you're a man of
varied professions.

I had no profession.

I understood you did.

Let me put it another way.

I loathe hard work.

I enjoy good living.

To avoid hard work and to live well is
not easy for a man who was born

penniless.

Your point, sir.

I have no profession, but I will do most
anything for money.

Now we're back to the crux of the
matter.

Would you...

I hope I don't shock you.

Kill a man?

For a price.

Life is too valuable to remove for
friendship.

Of course, for a price.

I imagine you wonder why I inquire.

No, sir, I'm imagining that you're
trying to tell me that you have a job

Thank you for making it easy for me to
say.

Understand, I don't want this man
murdered.

I want him killed in fair combat.

Oh, now that costs more.

Two thousand is the limit of my budget.

I am your faithful servant.

Now may I have the details?

No detail.

Just do the job.

Who is the candidate?

In a moment, a man will arrive.

His name is Beauregard Maverick.

Tonight, I plan to announce that
Maverick and my daughter are to be

Yes, sir. I want Mr. Maverick dead
before the wedding occurs.

Then, wife, we'd better be going now.

I'm being rude to my guests.

My dear, I have never viewed anything so
lovely.

He's here now.

Come. I'll introduce you.

Oh, Mr.

Maverick. You do carry on, don't you?

Bo!

Excuse me, my dear.

I believe our father is calling.

I'd like you to meet our house guest,
Mr. James Buckley.

Mr. Beauregard Maverick, soon to be my
daughter's husband.

Pleasure, sir.

You look very familiar, sir.

Haven't we met?

I met a younger man who looks very much
like you. Do you have a son around 30?

Dandy, there's someone I'd like you to
meet.

Excuse me. Excuse.

Fine -looking young man, isn't he?

Don't be so anxious, Dandy. We want to
announce the engagement before you fight

him.

Why, Mr. Maverick, what if... Well,
you're not Mr.

Maverick. Well, I am, but I'm not Mr.

Beauregard Maverick.

Well, then who are you, and what are you
doing here?

Well, I'll tell you the truth, ma 'am.

Mr. Beauregard Maverick is kinfolk of
mine.

Well, you do look something alive.

And, you see, I heard that he was
planning to marry a beautiful girl,

enough to be his daughter, and, well,
that makes me wonder some.

Wonder what?

Well, why this girl wouldn't consent to
marry him?

Because her folks insist, maybe.

Well, why do they insist?

Is that why you've been poking around
here in the garden trying to find that

out? That's the truth, ma 'am.

You love your kin.

Well, I do have an attachment to him.

Then you better get him away out of town
as fast as you can, because he's in

terrible danger.

How do you know all this?

Because I'm Josephine Fonclou.

Well, you're the girl.

Yes, sir.

Well, I must say, I can't blame him. You
are lovely.

My.

You do carry on, don't you?

How do you mean he's in trouble?

Because they're about to announce our
engagement. And there's over 20 people

here tonight.

What do you mean?

Well, you see, if... Josephine?

Yes, Papa?

What are you doing out there? I needed
some fresh air, Papa.

You get your kin out of town fast, you
hear?

And I sure do hope we meet again one of
these days.

You alone out here?

Well, of course.

Why would you be thinking anything else?

Because I know you, little one.

Now go inside before you catch your
death.

All right, Papa.

Jean -Paul?

Ray, who'd you expect?

Oh, you.

You, I followed you. I thought you might
need some help.

About that

I

Know you're out here.

I'm not going inside till I find you

You

go jump over that wall why to attract
attention

You said you wanted to help me, didn't
you? Now go jump over that wall.

Halt! You, sir, halt!

Hey, let me help.

Ladies and gentlemen, at your attention,
please.

I have an important announcement to
make.

That's all I know.

I'm supposed to get him into a fight and
kill him before the wedding.

But before the announcement would have
been too soon.

Well, it all fits together somehow.

The girl said something about the danger
being that the engagement was announced

before 20 people. Does that make sense?

It hasn't from the smelly beginning.

It all boils down to this. For some
strange reason, the St. Clues want

against her will to become engaged to
Pappy.

Then they want Pappy killed.

It's simple, if mysterious.

Well, I move that we tell Pappy
everything we know.

Not for four days.

He's gone to New Orleans to be fitted
for a wedding suit.

Oh, bad you never bought a new suit for
me.

There is one other thing I found out.

What? That young lady didn't come out in
the garden to meet me.

She was there to see someone else.

Who? Well, I don't know, but whoever it
was is sure in bad need of a girlfriend.

That Josephine is the...

ugliest female in Louisiana.

That's a black lie.

I do believe my little boy's in

love. There's no mystery there, but we
still only have four days to untangle

Pappy's mess.

I think I know a way.

It might work and it might sink in the
quicksand, but let's take it out in the

swamp and try it.

What? The only way that we're going to
find out what they're up to is wait

Pappy is dead.

Pratt!

Bart, looks like you're going to have to
kill Pappy.

Well, now, Pappy may not like that.

Pappy will be in complete accord.

Cheetah, I'm sure glad that you've been
practicing with your stage makeup.

Of course, it's going to be difficult to
make me look that old.

Mr. Maverick, it's so dark here in this
corner. Would you prefer a table near

the light? No, thank you, Pierre. I'm
suffering from a slight eye strain from

the sun.

Very well, Mr. Maverick, as you wish.

Mercy, Pierre.

I call you and raise you $200, Mr.
Maverick.

$200, huh?

Full house, sir.

Just a moment.

Sir? Would you please give me permission
to examine your sleeve?

Is that an insinuation, sir?

No. It's more in the line of an
accusation, sir. You are accusing me.

foul play?

I am. Gentlemen, let us not be hasty. I
take umbrage to that remark, Mr.

Buckley.

You are a cheat, Mr. Mabry. A cheat?

We have oak trees, sir, in this town.
town set aside for just such a

I choose pistols.

You may name the time.

Tomorrow at dawn.

You may bring your own physician and I
shall bring mine.

I only trust Texas doctors.

You may cock your pistols, gentlemen.

One moment, sir.

I would like to kiss my fiancée goodbye.

In case anything happens.

Why, Mr. Maverick, I've never known you
to be so vigorous before.

He's a maverick, all right.

Yeah, ain't he?

You may resume, sir. I will count to
five.

Each man take one pace on each count.

On the count of five, turn and fire at
will.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Physician.

Don't hem it up now.

Play it straight.

The gentleman has expired.

I hope you're satisfied, sir.

I did not noble regard Maverick in life.

Therefore, I cannot at this time praise
him.

I can merely bury him.

This bit's good for 15 minutes.

I have been told Mr. Maverick was
ambitious.

Noble people have told me this.

I wonder where he studied medicine.

He has not.

You'd better go in there and break it
up.

Perhaps he is only asleep.

We can at least get him to a bed.

Very well.

Help me, boy.

I hope you're satisfied, sir. I am.

When do I get paid?

Soon as we get back.

The sooner I never see you again, the
better.

In my heart, deep down, I love Bo
Maverick.

You can count it. I have no reason not
to trust you, sir.

I'll get it, Papa.

It's that man again.

Good morning, gentlemen.

I know why you look so familiar. And I
recall you gentlemen, too.

But in this time of stress, let us
forget the unpleasant past.

Who are you?

My name is Brett Maverick.

Beauregard Maverick was my father. Mr.
Maverick, I assure you, sir... There's

need to worry, sir.

I understand it was a fair fight. Well,
thank you, sir.

What do you want, sir?

Isn't this the home of the lady who was
to be my father's bride?

It is. I think in times like these that
we should console each other.

I came to shed a tear with the lady. Is
she home?

She's upstairs in her room in mourning.

And I must say I appreciate your gesture
in coming.

Won't you sit down?

Why, thank you, sir.

When did you arrive in town?

Last night.

You will probably find among his effects
a deed of ownership to a mine.

Called, I believe, the Whopper in Burns
County, Texas.

And if I do?

It belongs to my daughter.

I'll keep it for her until she's of age.

Isn't Miller's store the place where we
all met in Burns County?

I don't see how that could be any
business of yours, Mr. Buckley.

Is that where you got the pouch of
golden nuggets you had with you there?

Buckley? Don't get too familiar.

And the same to you, my dear Rudolph.

Sometimes I fight duels for pleasure,
you know.

Well, now, one moment, gentlemen. I'm
confused.

Did my father wield it, sir, mine to
your daughter?

Not that I'm aware of.

And it's in his name?

I believe so.

Well, I don't see how it belongs to your
daughter. It seems that I'm the

rightful heir.

Not in this parish, sir.

And your father did reside in the Le
Chalet Club at Loteau.

I don't understand.

There is a law in this parish.

Most folks have forgotten it. It's a
holdover from the old Napoleonic code.

If an intended wedding is announced in
the presence of 20 or more witnesses,

something happens to the groom or bride
before the ceremony can be performed,

then the groom or bride can claim all
the possessions of the intended

mate as lawful community property.

the deed, sir.

Sir, you are a cad.

A fact that bothers me more and more as
I grow older.

I'll get it, Papa.

Lucky for you, I was only wounded.

I'm delighted.

I'm sure you're just dancing for joy.

Seeing as how you hired this gunfighter
to do a good job.

Oh, how could you?

Go on, admit it. Didn't they hire you to
engage me in a duel?

I do admit it. They paid me to do it.

I admit it. But I have nothing against
you personally, however.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

Stop.

Run, you dog.

Well, Rene, what have you got to say?

I'm at your mercy.

All I can say is that deep inside, I'm
glad I failed.

It was a terrible thing I intended.

I pretended it was all right by
insisting on a fair fight, but it wasn't

right.

Son... If we had succeeded, we'd never
have known peace again, ever. I know it

too, Papa.

At the last minute, I secretly hoped
you'd win the duel.

Well, I can't let you go off, Scott.
Breathe, Rene.

Name your price.

Anything except Josephine.

She doesn't love you, Beau. I can't give
her to you.

Rene?

Twenty years ago, you sold me a
worthless piece of sand and called it a

mine named the Whopper.

One of the few times I ever bested you
on a transaction.

And I've held it against you ever since.

What has that got to do with now?

I want to sell it back to you.

Why, sure, Bo.

But, Pappy... Never mind, son.

Wait till you hear the price I'm asking.

I believe you paid a thousand.

Never mind what I paid.

The price is going to be $25 ,000.

And our paths never cross each other
again.

But, Pappy... The worthless sandhill.

I know that.

But, son, they got it coming.

I guess we have.

Son, write a check for $25 ,000 for Mr.
Maverick.

Howdy, Pappy.

Well, Bart, my boy. How you been?

A little sick at the moment. I was
listening outside the window when you

the Whopper.

Probably the most expensive sandpile in
history, I imagine.

I happened to see some nuggets in that
sandpile not so long ago.

Who in blazes is that?

I wouldn't know unless you're engaged to
somebody else.

How about you, son?

I haven't made any new enemies around
here, with the possible exception of

Pappy. They can't be the same clues.

Mean as they are, they wouldn't ambush
the man.

Hey, son, them gold nuggets you saw, how
much do you figure they're worth?

At least $500.

Well, then, I guess they found all of
them.

Cost me $500 to salt that mine.

I had kind of a different operation in
mind, but with your childish bungling,

all worked out for the best anyway.

What are you going to do with all that
money, Pappy?

I'm going to refloat to Lady Jeta.

With Jeta to attract the crowds and me
to work the games, there's a lot of

to be made on that river today.

I don't guess you're breaking your heart
over Josephine.

Oh, goodness, no. I done raised two
children already.

I don't want to take on a third.

You know, while you two were playing
games with the St. Clues, I was out

a ladder for Josephine and that young
Donald boy to climb over the wall.

They ought to be married by now.

It's a pity more of me didn't rub off on
you two boys.

Some of it did, Pappy.

I got $2 ,000 for killing you.

$1 ,000.

I wonder which one of us that ambusher
is after.

I'm afraid he's looking for me.

Sorry, boys, but one of you fellas seems
to look like me.

Oh, deadly. Bless my soul.

Hello, Uncle Bent.

Hello, Uncle Bent.

Hello, boys.

Hello, brother dear.

Small world.

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

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

Camper is his game.

Smooth as a handle on a gun.

Maverick is the name.

Wild as the 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.

Ring your bell.

Luck is a lady that he loves the best.

That's the new Orleans living on Jackson
Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.