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Look, this blowgun scatters quite a bit.
Move over by that tree. I might hit

them horses.

You're not going to kill us.

Move!

Who'd want us killed?

I ain't saying.

Now get over there by them trees.

Sparks, why would anyone want to wipe
out both the Maverick stage lines and

Maverick?

Beats me.

A Warner Brothers television production.

Lockbeard hayburners, go off for the new
owners, huh?

Get all the big ones.

All right, get

them up, Dutch.

Can't you do it no other way?

This is the third one this month.

You got any idea what these here hats
cost, Mr. Rumsy Plum?

I wish you'd stop using my name. A road
agent don't need a press agent.

Now, come on, Dutch.

Give me the express box.

Hey, what's going on here?

Yeah, do you know this man?

Oh, this here's Rumsy Plum.

A highwayman, and you know him socially?

Well, I ought to.

I've looked down the barrel of that gun
enough.

Who's the dudes?

Well, these are the new owners of the
line, you might say.

They're Micah Maverick's nephews, heir
to his fortune.

Give me your wallets.

Come on, get out.

Afraid there might be a little
disappointment here.

Nothing to the echo.

We're what you might call the Maverick
-Poor relations.

You two future financial giants can tell
me what your plans are for this here

stage line.

Well, we haven't decided.

Uncle Micah Maverick's bank deposits and
his money is our prime concern.

We're not interested in this rolling
stock.

You mean you ain't interested in the
Maverick line?

Where's your family pride?

Well, it's just that we're not sure
that...

Rolling stock and rolling stones are the
ideal combination.

Now, easy, boys.

This here string bean makes his living
off of your line.

Why, of course.

And you don't have to worry.

Now, sir, with the land rush coming from
Snowflake into this smiling valley,

why, the stage line will be like the
Comstock load, but spokes.

You'll be richer than we are, Mr.

Rumsey.

I doubt it.

Because when the poor people's riches
are rich people, you know what that is.

That's kingdom come.

Ain't no hope for that in this country.

All right, touch the box.

Stand over.

Empty. How am I going to send my poor
old mother snuff money?

I know exactly what you're going to ask.

Why didn't your Uncle Mike hire a
shotgun rider to protect the stage?

Because he was too cheap, that's why.

Well, let's get on to Snowflake.

To my nephews, Brett and Bart, in order
to instill a regard to commerce and to

repair the traits of idleness and
shiplessness, I leave my stage line.

Sit down, please. There's more.

Thank you, Counselor. Just give us a
copy of the will.

You're refusing your inheritance?

Nor a wagon behind three cow buffalo
could do a better job than that spine

wrecker. Good day, Mr. Flager. Just a
moment.

You can't mean you're not interested in
owning and operating the Maverick stage

line. Oh, yes, we can.

And we do.

Well, bless my soul.

Oh, you must be the poor departed
colonel's nephews. Yes, ma 'am. Could

tempted, gentlemen, to sell his stage
line?

Well, if the temptation was in the form
of cash, we'd never fight that.

Just how sorely are we being tempted?

Well, now, I'm not a rich woman, but
perhaps I ought to introduce myself. I'm

Polly Gooden. How do you do? This is
Brett Maverick. Brett Maverick. Won't

sit down, Miss Gooden? Please do. Thank
you.

Thank you, Mr. Maverick.

I own the ranch at the narrow end of the
valley through which your line is the

right -of -way.

Oh.

Right -of -way?

I have the privilege of driving your
stages back and forth across my land.

My father sold the exclusive right to
your uncle for ten years.

At $2 ,000 a year.

Why, Mr. Flager, that's cheap.

Considering the only southern access
road through the valley is through my

ranch. Excuse me, Miss Gooden. Does that
mean that we have to pay you $2 ,000 to

stay in business?

You are the proprietors.

I hope you don't think there were...

cold captains of finance.

Underneath, we're warmly human.

But you were tempting us, remember?

Let's keep the negotiations on the
highest level. Let's stick to money.

I want to. I really do.

But I haven't got any money.

Good day, Miss Goodman. Goodbye.

Nice to have met you, sir.

But I can't offer each of you $1 ,000 a
month for life without doing a lick of

work.

$1 ,000 a month for life?

Without doing any heavy lifting?

Exactly.

The Valley Range is being thrown open to
homesteaders.

Land rush starts day after tomorrow.

That means the Valley will be flooded
with settlers, new business, big money.

They'll need transportation, and I
intend to supply that need with the good

stage and freight lines.

I offer you 49 % of the stock in
exchange for your right -of -way and

one broken -down stagecoach.

We accept.

You can't.

Why can't we?

Because,

Miss Gooden, it was not their uncle's
purpose to make his nephews more idle

shiftless than they already were.

He wanted to wean you away from your
gambling.

His will specifies that the stage line
must be worked by you and cannot be

As executor, I must see this condition
fulfilled.

Can you show me, sir, where it states
that in this document?

Section 12, paragraph 2.

Well, good day, Mrs. Maverick.

Uh, just a minute. It's good in these
legal documents.

They're just made to be broken.

Not flaggers. You ought to know when
you're with boys. I do.

Yeah, but... Hey, Bart, look at this.

All that fine print? No, just under it.

My nephews are not to dispose of said
stage line except for a substantial

profit.

Ah, you see? A substantial profit.

Now, the girl didn't need to make a cash
offer.

So you'll agree you've got to work the
line.

Hey, counselor.

How much is 50 plus 50 times 24 ,000?

2 ,400 ,000. Why?

Oh, because if Brett gets $1 ,000 a
month and I get $1 ,000 a month, that

up to $24 ,000 a year. And we both
expect to live at least 50 years longer.

That'll be $2 ,400 ,000.

And for a broken -down stage line and an
overpriced right -of -way, I'd say

that's a pretty substantial profit.

We're going out and find Lady Bountiful.
We'll be back in about a half hour.

Would you have the bill of sale made up?

See you, Mr. Flager. Bye -bye.

You copied this maverick will, now I
can't read it.

Where, sir? The fine print?

No, no.

The super fine?

No.

Oh, the microscopic.

Yes.

Should flood, fire, pestilence, or other
misfortune overtake my beloved

nephews, then said stage line shall
revert to the executor.

Let me see that.

Bandy, I saw a shotgun sparks in town
this morning.

Yes, sir. He's hiring out his gun to
those land rush folks.

Get him.

Tell him to bring both barrels.

I'm planning a misfortune.

Miss Gooden, the hotel clerk said you
was looking for me.

Are you Shotgun Sparks? The same.

Come in.

Some meat walking around telling you you
want to get minced?

Minced?

Killed, blasted. Oh, no, I don't want
any violence, Mr. Shotgun. I can't stand

seeing people hurt.

What do you want me for?

Just wreck the Maverick stagecoach line.

Could you do that?

I don't see why not. My rates are the
same.

Bones are splinters.

Say, $100?

I'll pay you at my ranch tomorrow.

Yes, ma 'am.

Dynamite's my favorite for wrecking.

Now, say I took the stage out to
Shirttail Springs tomorrow, and while

horses are being watered, I clip a
little bomb right under the seat there,

and... Please, I'm not interested in
your methods.

I just want you to wreck the stage so
that it can't function for at least a

week, and be sure that neither of those
nice...

New owners get mint.

Yes, ma 'am. Well, you just go on home
now and sleep easy.

They won't be able to collect that stage
with a rake.

Gracious, who's that?

I don't know. I'll see, ma 'am. Oh,
well, no. Wait a minute. I can't be

with a gentleman in my room.

Shucks, ma 'am. Everybody in town knows
I ain't no gentleman.

I'll get rid of him.

Isn't this Miss Gooden's room? Who?

Oh, you must mean that little quail that
roosted here last night. She just left.

She's gone back to the ranch.

Well, they told us downstairs the room
ate in.

Well, her ranch is down south somewhere,
and we don't have any saddle stock or

money. No, but we do own a stage line,
and the owner is always right on

Ah, the gold dust twin.

We're going to make a special trip down
to Miss Gooden's ranch.

Not with me driving, you ain't. I'm
plumb tuckered.

We'll get untuckered.

Mr. Maverick, when I say no, I mean no!

Oh, come on, Dutch.

No!

Need a stage driver, boys?

I'm doing a little eavesdropping.

Well, I just come over here to buy a
ticket. I have to be heading south.

As far as Gooden's Ranch?

Just that far.

I'm an old whip.

Well, welcome aboard.

We're a little short right now. We won't
be able to pay until tomorrow.

Oh, well, forget it. I wouldn't work for
the wages your line pays anyhow.

Now, why don't you boys just go get some
grub and some coffee, and I'll just

hitch up to the Bronx.

Fine. We'll see you about a half hour?

See you.

They spoil our lunch.

Shotgun!

What buzzard passed you two up? Please,
don't be abusive.

Mr. Flaker needs a job done for good
money.

Gun or muscle?

Gun, muscle, fire, flood, or pestilence.
Just so it's fatal.

I never miss. Leave the barrel.

Bring them both.

You're going to play a double -headed.

Against who and who?

Those two tin horns you were just
talking to.

The new owners of the stage line.

Let me see.

I blew up the stage first. That's one
deal.

Then curled the boys up. That's another.

Two separate business operations. No
connection in between them. Yeah, that'd

work. What are you talking about?

Oh, I'm just clearing my conscience.

It's hard to explain to a man your kind
of work.

It's a deal, Flager.

It'll be $200.

Half down, half on the job's done.

Okay.

Dirt tail spring.

Everybody out for lunch.

Ah.

Oh.

Hey, how many cricks did we cross?

I got them all on my back.

Well, we can't complain. It's softer
than the right old Dutch Wilcox gave us.

You earned a good lunch, Sparks.

Well, thank you, Mr. Maverick. I can
sure use it.

Well, we have some cold steak, apple pie
and cheese, and some bottles of beer.

All the things you boys like best, huh?

Yeah. What?

Well, when I take men for a ride, I like
to see them eat a hearty meal.

Over there, we'll make a fire for
coffee, and we'll all have a real nice

Now, you boys build a fire and stretch
out nice and comfortable.

I gotta go water them horses.

Does it occur to you that Mr.

Sparks is trying awful hard to please?

What do you mean?

I don't know. It's just something in the
tone of his voice.

You mean like the friendly sound of a
slicker trying to slip the hook into a

sucker?

Do you smell something?

Yeah. Yeah, it sounded like burning.

Like sparks from burning powder.

Spark?

Hey, that's gun smoke, isn't it?

Well, it smells like gun smoke, all
right.

off your ears.

Why? So you can put them up.

Way up, waving them guns.

Why, you're not afraid we'll shoot you.

Not anymore, I ain't, no.

With Sparks, in a big corporation like
ours, there's always bound to

be misunderstandings.

Tycoons don't shoot each other. They
just go to lunch.

Let's see. Sure, we're not vindictive.
We'd just like to find out why you tried

to torpedo our flagship.

None of your business.

Oh, but it is. It's the only business
we've got.

Look, this blowgun scatters quite a bit.
Move over by that tree. I might hit

them horses.

You're not gonna kill us.

Move!

Well, who'd want us killed?

I ain't saying.

Now get over there with them trees.

Sparks, why would anyone want to wipe
out both the Maverick stage line and the

Mavericks?

Beat me.

Turn around.

You better do what he says, Brett. You
know what this looks like, don't you?

The end of the line.

Scratch a cloud, shotgun.

Rumsy plump.

Take your hat off when you're talking to
me.

Rumsey! Sure pleased to see you, Rumsey.
Yes, sirree. Well, Sparks here was just

about ready to spread us all over the
springs.

Well, it's business. You understand,
Rumsey.

I'm not so sure I do know.

What was that bomb just went off?

I was getting my nap.

Near killed me.

Well, he threw it.

Yeah, but he planted it in the stage.

He was gonna blow it to splinters.

was fixing to blow up the coach shotgun?

It's in my contract.

That's the only stage that runs through
this valley. Where would I be?

I don't know, Rumsey. Never thought
about that.

Time you start thinking about somebody
else besides yourself.

I'd be out of business, that's where.

So would we.

Or you'd eat.

You'd gamble or something fancy.

I don't know no other trade.

I'd be penniless.

No prospects.

Starving.

Say, Rumsey, the boy's got some beer and
spittles over there in the box. Why

don't we have lunch? We can iron this
thing out.

I'll eat, but not with you.

Pick up that crowd killer.

Oh, Rumsey, I can't operate without that
gun any more than you can operate

without a stage line.

Break it, take out the shells, and give
it back to him.

get on that horse and teach it to run or
I'll tackle that all over you.

Well, we can't thank you enough, Rumsey.
Ain't hard to thank me. Just make sure

you have that dust shipment on the run
north.

Oh, Mr. Shotgun.

Oh, you're ahead of schedule.

You destroyed the stage and come for
your money. Come in. Well, I'm afraid it

ain't quite destroyed yet, ma 'am.

Why not, for heaven's sakes? Well, I ran
into a little trouble.

But I'll do her as soon as the Mavericks
pull in here for the stage.

The Mavericks are bringing the stage
here?

Yes, but maybe it's a little ways behind
me.

Now, here's what I figured I'd do. I've
still got plenty of dynamite and a time

trigger. But you can't blow up the stage
in my front yard.

I don't plan to, ma 'am. It'll get
blowed up about two hours after they

here heading south.

Isn't that the stage? Through the trees.

Well, take your horse around the house
before they see you.

Yes, ma 'am.

Now, let's hear that note of kindliness
in your voice, thawping up the rancher's

daughter.

Whoa, you fire -tailed cyclone.

Oh, Calamity Maverick, mule skinner.

Skin's about the only thing that's
holding them together.

Oh, the Maverick boys, well, I declare.

Yes, ma 'am, and so do we.

Now, to what do I owe the honor of this
visit?

Well, to sum it up quickly, I'd say
about $1 ,000 a month for life.

But Atherton Flaker said you couldn't
sell it.

Well, Barrister Flager reckoned without
the small print, ma 'am.

Now, Uncle Micah's will states that we
can sell if we can show profit.

And selling those plow pullers for...
the bow in your hair constitutes a

Well, let's go to town and make the deal
legal.

Wonderful.

Oh, now, I want to be sure I have this
straight. By town, you mean Snowflake.

We're heading north, not south.

Yes, ma 'am. Right back to Snowflake.
Why?

Well, I understand there might be a
little difficulty on the South Road.

We certainly don't want that now.

The sale is settled.

Come in, boys. Have some coffee while I
slip into something for stage riding.

Like a suit of armor?

Mule Skinner, remember?

Why don't you ride up here with me, ma
'am?

I believe I should.

How much farther we got?

Oh, just a couple hours.

Let's see.

It's almost, uh, five o 'clock.

Mr. Maverick, look.

Rumsey Plum?

All right, just keep your hands off your
guns, boys, and hang over that dust.

Dust?

Well, you must be confused, Rumsey. We
just left you at lunch.

It's right on five o 'clock.

You've had time to go back there at good
speed, pick up that dust, and get back

here. But we stopped at Miss Gooden's
ranch.

Oh, excuse me, Polly.

As the new owner, I'd like to present
one of the greatest boosters of the

Maverick line, Mr. Rumsey Plum.

Please, ma 'am, but I ain't got time for
socializing right now. Now, hand down

the box.

Hey, that's pretty heavy for an empty
box.

I can't be fooled, son. I can smell them
when they're loaded and when they

ain't. Hand it down.

I'll haze that stage out of here.

Instant service, that's our motto.

So long, Rumsy. Have a good year.

Get in.

Get up!

I'm Dasher. I'm Prancer.

I'm Donner and Blitzen.

Rumsey, are you alive?

I don't know yet.

Oh, poor man's bleeding.

Just a bark field, ma 'am. Don't dirty
your pretty hands. I'm all right.

Oh, poor thing.

Put him in the coach.

We can't take you back to Snowflake.
They'll give you 50 years.

We can't leave him here to die.

No, we sure can't.

You know, this is twice today he's saved
our lives.

Somebody put that bomb in there to blow
us to the moon.

Now, writing splinters of your
stagecoach.

Oh, my goodness.

That horrid shotgun, Sparks.

Do you know Mr. Sparks? Know him? I
hired him. Well, he'll never get that

hundred dollars.

Did you hire him to kill us?

No, I hired him. I hired him not to kill
you.

That was a condition of the deal.

Yeah, somewhere in the fine print.

Oh, no. Oh, believe me, gentlemen.

I can explain to the one who drives me
into town.

The one?

Well, you still want to sell your stage
line, don't you?

More than ever.

Well, we can't leave him here to die
alone.

One of you have to stay with him, the
other come with me.

Which one of us would you prefer to go
with you?

Oh.

Now, you look a little more responsible.

Well, yes, I am.

Poor Mr. Plum needs you more than I do.

Mr. Bart and I will go straight to Mr.
Flager's and have a bill of sale drawn

and signed.

As soon as poor Mr. Plum is gone to his
reward, you can ride his horse into town

at your signature.

Oh, now, don't you worry, Polly. Mr.
Plum isn't going to die.

He's not?

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure, because Brother
Brett is a born nurse. Oh.

And there's such a lovely moon out
tonight.

Shall we?

Here, Rumsey.

Here, take it easy.

You know, Maverick, I've been shooting
the locks off the express boxes for 20

years. That's the first one ever shot
back at me.

Four bonnets, I'd know how Custer felt.

Well, it's a noisy rainbow, Bart.

It's got a pot of gold at the end of it.

Let's go rake in our pot.

There. That ought to do it.

We are now in the stage line business.

Articles of incorporation for the Flager
Transportation Company.

This is a touching preamble about the
dear departed maverick. Don't flatter

Bandy. Just copy it. And put in the
usual small print, huh? Yes, sir. And

regular number of whereases?

No, no. Cut them in half.

I've got to understand this for myself.

Yes, who is it?

Good evening, gentlemen.

Miss Gooden and I stopped by on an
errand of money.

Polly, would you like to sit down?

You feel all right, boy?

Any aches or pains?

I'm not a twin, sir.

How's your brother?

Oh, he's right in the pink, too.
Especially knowing all that money's

start rolling in every month.

Your ride, it was uneventful?

Oh, I'd say it was rather dull, wouldn't
you? Oh, rather boring.

Except for the chap that was passing by.

Oh, of course. Of course, the chap with
the shotgun and the dynamite.

But that's how it is out here in the
West.

Yes, it would seem so.

What can I do for you?

Oh, the same old thing.

The stage line, remember?

My brother and I have decided to take
Miss Gooden up on her most profitable

offer.

I'll sue you. Oh, you'll have to sue
Miss Gooden. You see, Brett and I have

decided to take an extended tour of the
world to teach stud poker to some of the

backward nations.

So if you'll just draw up the bill of
sale, Mr. Plager.

I can't.

It's impossible without the contract for
the right -of -way in Colonel

Maverick's handwriting and the original
land grant defining the boundaries of

your ranch.

What's now? I just have to problem with
me.

Thank you, Polly.

So if you'll excuse us there, Miss
Gooden and I will enjoy a delicious

and return in time to sign on the dotted
line.

Good night.

Raid these through, backward and
forward. See what you can find.

Yes, sir. And perhaps we'd better file
these in memory of the Flager

Transportation Company.

You want to see Mr. Flager?

Well, I didn't come in to see you.

Well, what do you want?

You know what I want. You owe me $100.

I owe you $100?

Why, you cow country Benedict Arnold,
that's what you owe me.

How do you figure that?

I advanced you $100 to Corpus Delicti
the Mavericks. That's how I figure that.

And one of them just walked into this
office not an hour ago.

Who you trying to shortchange, Flaker?

I saw them Mavericks on that stage and I
put a bomb on that stage.

Well, there ain't enough splinters to
attract a woodpecker.

I know because I heard the blast ten
miles away and I saw the smoke in the

And I saw Maverick.

Now you get that hundred back before I
get the sheriff to jail you for breach

contract. Mr. Flaker!

Mr. Flaker, I found it. I found what
you're after.

A loophole?

Bigger than a loophole, sir. It's a gap.

A shotgun, you can keep that advance,
but wait out here in the outer office.

I'll probably meet you before morning.

Where? Here it is, sir.

You don't even need the glass.

Yeah.

Good work, Vandy.

Excellent.

Why, this old deed of hers isn't worth
killing the fire with.

Maverick!

What are you doing on the ground?

Then you did try to blow them up. And
me, too.

Well, how was I to know you was aboard?

Now, Sparks, I think you better come
along with me and explain a few things

the sheriff. Keep your hand off of that
gun and don't get fanciful.

You can't prove nothing.

Ah, I thought I heard familiar voices.

Is the, uh, bill of sale ready,
counselor, for our signature?

I did not draw a bill of sale.

But, Mr. Flager, why not?

Because there's nothing to sell.

The Goodin Ranch does not exist, at
least legally on paper where it counts.

It doesn't? What are you talking about?

The Goodin Grant.

It fails to define the boundaries, as do
many old deeds.

The court of law finds it might be in
the moon.

With a land public, anyone may drive
stages through there.

My land public? With a land rush coming?

Precisely, young lady.

Your ranch is up for grabs, along with
the rest of the valley land.

Whoever gets there first may stake it
out and claim it.

The race starts tomorrow.

And, Mr.

Maverick, your stage line is up the
chimney.

Bart, what will we do?

Well, whatever you do, please do it
somewhere else. We're very busy.

Come in, you shotgun.

Wait a minute. I know what we'll do.
We'll hire two of the fastest horses in

town and tomorrow we'll race for it.

For what?

For your ranch.

The first one who stakes a claim on it
owns it.

Let's go do some horse trading.

You're back on the payroll, Sparks.

Now listen and listen good.

You enter that race tomorrow.

Take my thoroughbred and run her right
straight to the Gooden Ranch and stake

in my name.

You got that?

Got what? How much?

Five hundred dollars.

Now, go and find a bed and get some
rest.

And, uh, Spice, if you have any trouble
with the Mavericks, let's not fool

around the bomb, huh?

Just take that temperature with a
shotgun.

Bart, we've tried all over town. There
isn't a saddle horse to be had.

I'm a little discouraged.

We have one bet left, Polly.

Old Dutch Wilcox here. He raises horses.

You go out to the ranch and pick him up,
Ernie.

Remember,

be careful of that blind side.

And rest him every five minutes or he'll
have a stroke.

Howdy, folks.

Hello there, Dutch.

We'd like to buy two of your best
horses.

Well, I only got one left, and that's my
own.

Well, as your employer, how much would
you like to sell them for?

Well, as your ex -employee, nothing.

You see, come tomorrow, me and that
horse is going into real estate

Bart, you've got the stagecoach horses.
You still own them.

Yeah, we may have to end up riding them.

You know, if Paul Revere rode any one of
those bangtails, we'd be walking around

today in red coats.

Oh, come on.

Come on, Polly. We got to get in line.
There's just a few seconds left.

Mr. Flager, there they are.

He won't move.

We'll kick him in the... Tommy, oh, I
don't dare. I'm saving that for the

steep hill. Come on.

You shouldn't have any trouble.

Nobody but those two know about the
Gooden Ranch being open land.

They won't get there before Tuesday.

Got the stakes?

Yeah.

Now, if anything does go wrong... Don't
worry.

We'll take care of it.

Hey, is that shotgun Sparks?

Yeah, running like his sins was chasing
him.

Someone is chasing him.

The whole town's chasing him.

The land ride. Yeah, sure.

Hey. Hey, that's Brother Bart.

Yeah, that good 'un girl.

Now, ain't that neighborly of them?
Riding all the way out here to see if

buried me yet.

Hey, Bart!

Ah, whoa!

As if I had to tell him.

Hey, did you get the paper signed?

No, we couldn't. Something terrible
happened.

Old man Flager found a flaw in Polly's
ranch title. She doesn't own the

property. Or the right of way.

Yeah, well, her ranch is now public
property. We're racing out there to

claim.

If we could only gotten a fast horse.

You could have borrowed my Nemo. He's
right over there.

Hey, give me those stakes.

Just how fast is your Nemo?

Sheriff's been chasing me for years.

None of them caught me yet.

Here you are.

Put him on the horse.

Look, stop the heroics, Brother Brett.
Sparks is way ahead of you. You can't

win. Well, at odds of 2 ,400 ,000 to
one, I can't lose.

Gentlemen, I'd like to present Mr.
Phineas Cox.

Mr. Cox, this is Brett and Bart
Maverick, my new partners.

Mr.

Cox is a lawyer.

Oh, what are you doing way out here?

Just visiting. He's an old friend of the
family.

I asked him to draw up the agreement
whereby we turn over your right of way

exchange for 49 % of the profits of the
Gooden Transportation Company.

I think the paper is ready for
signatures, gentlemen.

Bottom line's right, please.

And of honor and simplicity.

Where can I send the checks?

Oh, send them there, Polly.

New Orleans, that far away?

Oh, what a pity.

Well, I think we better be going. We're
going to have dinner with Rumsey Plum up

on the ridge.

Bye, Polly.

Polly.

Mr. Cox, pleasure.

Now that you own the right -of -way,
Miss Gooden... I shall sign it over to

...for which you receive the sum of $10
,000.

Quail. Oh, this is pretty good.

No trick at all.

One shot lasts me a week.

Who's that coming?

Hi.

Hi, Mr. Cox.

Hello there. Hey, we're just having
dinner.

Quail.

One of my favorite food.

But I have to hurry on and report to the
president of the Far Western, my

principal. The Far Western, what's that?

It's a transportation firm.

Ah, this is a great day, gentlemen.

With the right -of -way hours, the Far
Western can begin construction again.

The right -of -way is yours.

Yes, Miss Gooden just sold it to me.

But we've got a contract with her.

If she sold you the right -of -way, what
we've got is a fistful of air.

Oh, uh, Miss Gooden sent you boys this
note.

Thank you. Bye.

Dear Bart and Brett, try to understand.
It's a man's world, and a gal must do

what she can. With regret, Polly.

Don't let him see it. It's liable to be
too much of a shock.

I don't have to see it. I heard it. A
railroad coming through.

It just means the end of the stage line.

And our income for life.

We're as broke as you are, Rumsey.

No prospects.

A railroad.

Now, don't take it too hard.

I dreamed of this all my life.

Do you know how much gold dust they
carry in one railroad express car?

Wild as the wind in Oregon, blowing up a
canyon, easier to tame.

Riverboat, ring your bell.

Americanism.