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Who's there?

Angelica Garland. They told me I could
talk with the prisoner.

Yes, ma 'am.

Hanging is too good for you, Benson
January.

It wasn't the way I'd planned to go.

They're not going to cheat me out of the
pleasure of killing you myself.

Doesn't look like they are.

But first, you're going to hear Mary
Louise's last letter.

Her heartbreaking words will ring in
your ears as you die.

A Warner Brothers television production.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Well, no self -respecting horse thief
would ever steal you, Gumlegs, but this

inside straight money would make the
fingers of a parsonage.

Well, well, fella.

There is just nothing I'd rather see
than a vacant horse.

You get my last lump of sugar.

You must have a real kind master to keep
you in such good shape.

Remind me of my horse, which some
varmint stole out from under my very

I tell you, there's nothing lower down
than a horse these.

Agreed.

Oh, my heart. This happened. I'm going.

What?

Don't talk, son. Just easy me down on
the ground where I can pass on to a

world.

Oh, I'm sorry, old man. I didn't mean to
startle you. Ah, take your fault, son.

How is you to know my poor old heart is
about wore out?

It's ready to quit.

Even a sneeze would send me on the way.

Oh, is there anything I can do?

Listen close, son. Ain't got much time.

I don't like being buried with
strangers, so I'll introduce myself.

Name is Ebenezer Bow.

Friends call me Eben for short. Oh, Bow
regard Maverick. My friends call me Bow

for short.

Oh, glad to know you.

On the marker under my name just put, he
died on a Sunday admiring a horse.

Would you like a drink?

Water?

Or whiskey?

I do have a little whiskey for
emergencies.

Well, just a last slug of whiskey would
go real good.

Here, Mr. Bolton.

Well,

well,

well, it's past, young man.

I survived.

I got a reprieve.

Oh, I'm glad. There's nothing I'd hate
more than trying to dig a hole in this

hard ground.

You saved my life, young man.

You and that, uh... What do you call it?

Old hand.

It says 21 days.

I have to remember that.

I'm in debt to you for life.

Hope someday I can return the favor.

I hope I won't ever need that favor.

I'll see you around, old man.

Hey, here now. You just can't ride off
and leave me in the middle of nowhere

with no horse.

You don't have a horse?

No.

How'd you get out here?

Well, I walked.

It seemed like 30 miles.

Some low -down varmint stole my horse
and left me out here to die.

A poor old man.

He was a weak heart and sore feet.

He ought to be hung for it.

That is what they do to horse thieves.

You just can't save a man's life and
then toss it away.

You gotta let me ride with you.

Hop on.

There now.

How's the heart?

Oh, I think one more slug of that old
hen and just fix it up fine.

Well.

And you're his nephew, eh?

Well, well, well.

Just imagine, me knowing your Uncle
Beauregard.

Well, of course, now I can't say we was
real good friends.

Only known him for a day.

It was a poker game over in Deadwood.

He cleaned me out inside of four hours.

Uncle Beau's mentioned he's had some
lucky days in his time.

Oh, he was a real gentleman, though.

Had to borrow his horse to go back to
camp for more money. And, you know, when

got back to town, he had left real
sudden.

Well, that figures. How much did he take
you? I mean, how much did you lose?

Four dollars.

And you know, I never did see him to
return that horse.

He finally sold it for 22.

Saddle brought 19.

Oh, he was a sharpie. But you know, I
liked him in spite of it.

Yes, sir.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Pleasant day, isn't it?

What do you think, Bradley?

I reckon so, Stocky.

It's got to be them.

A shifty -looking young fellow and an
old goat.

I can't help feeling there's a mistake
in the process of being made. Would you

gentlemen like to tell us what this is
all about?

You tell them, Stocky.

Please do. Well, it seems there's a
slick young fella named Benson January

traveling with an old codger named
Unknown.

I see an old fella like that over near
Fitzerville. Oh, he's a mean -looking, a

sneaky, little beady eyes, you know, set
real close together.

Oh, just one look at that old reprobate,
you could tell... Shut up.

What is it you want these men for?

Well, it seems these two fellas just
about dehorsed the whole countryside.

Horse thieves, huh?

Yeah, horse thieves.

Riding horses, walking horses, plow
horses, buggy horses, breeding horses.

The fact is, the reason they've been so
successful, it's been kind of hard to

round up transportation for a posse. Oh,
thanks for the warning. We'll keep our

eyes open.

Not for long, you old January.

January? You really think I'm this
fellow?

Well, we can soon straighten that out.
My name is Bo Maverick.

This old boy I just picked up on the
road. Why, he didn't even have one

I'm afraid you've got the wrong man.

Sure we have.

That tree over there will do, boys.

Junior, take care of the horses.

All right, boys, let's get this over
with.

Turn the horses around this way so we
can really get a good start. Get those

ropes down.

Tie their hands.

Get the gun belt.

Now, wait a minute. I don't even know
this old man, but I'm not going to sit

and watch you hang it.

I'll see you're not.

Look, I've already told you my name is
Maverick, not January.

I never saw this old man before today.

I'm a gambler, not a horse thief. I
don't even like horses.

He's telling the truth. A kindly
stranger to give a poor old man a ride.

this is his reward.

I tell you, you got the wrong horse
thieves.

All right, boys. Stand back.

Wait a minute, Stocky.

We can't do it.

Why not?

Bird's nest.

be right.

Since you gentlemen are such bird
lovers, I'm sure you'll understand if we

a moment to prepare ourselves.

All right, you got a minute to pray.

Look, old man, if you really know this
Benson January, why don't you make one

last decent gesture and tell them I'm
not him?

I was thinking the same thing.

Oh, I'd be forever grateful.

I was thinking, if you are this fellow,
you could confess and get me off.

Even if you're not, you might as well
tell them anyhow.

It's a draw.

I hope that helps.

But I got a feeling that souls are kind
of like horses.

Once they've been stolen, they're hard
to get back.

All right, boys, let's stretch them.

Wait, look.

Well, I see I got him. Good job,
Starkey.

Who's her counsel?

There ain't gonna be no counsel. We
caught him, we're gonna hang him. Is

trial?

Well, we're way out here, and I don't
want to miss my supper.

That's Benson January and the old man
who runs with him.

They're horse thieves, and that's trial
enough for me.

Now, look, Starkey, I'm a lawyer, and I
know the law, and the law says... We

didn't come out here to listen to no
speeches, young man.

They're entitled to a trial, even if
they're guilty.

Who says?

The law of the land.

You seem to forget.

I am a lawyer.

Nobody can forget you being a lawyer.

Been running around town for a month
trying to stir up a case for yourself.

Maybe it's the best thing to do,
Starkey.

Making the hanging legal and everything.

There ain't gonna be no trial because
there ain't no judge.

Well, Judge Hoekstra has been traveling
the circuit.

He ought to be in dry red right now.

Ah, it's a waste of time.

Well, I'll write it and get him. You can
hold the trial right here.

I think it's the right thing to do,
Starkey.

All right, boys. Looks like it goes to a
vote.

All in favor of hanging, say aye.

All in favor of a trial?

Aye. The second bunch of ayes have it.

All right, lawyer. You ride in and fetch
a judge. I'll pick a jury.

But if you ain't back by sundown... Come
on, boys. We'll make camp across the

road.

Oh, Junior, you're too young to jury.

You stay and watch them.

Alone? They won't give you no trouble.
If they do, just swat the horse.

I'm sure glad you came along when you
did, mister.

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Wouldn't know where it could be.

But I am a lawyer and at your service.

Well, my name's Maverick. Bo Maverick.

Not Benson January.

Just convince them they got the wrong
man, will you?

It isn't ethical for me to listen to
evidence until I'm hired.

Huh?

Oh.

All right, well, you're hired.

That'll be $100 in advance and another
$100 if I get you off.

It's a deal. The money's in the
saddlebag.

I'm only going to take 100, Mr. January.

If you don't hang, I'll trust you for
the rest.

Mr. Lawyer, I ain't trying to tell you
how to run your case, but if you want to

win this one for sure, just cut these
ropes and let us get.

You'll get a proper trial, old man. You
too, Mr. January. I'm not January.

Mr. January, let me decide the proper
line of defense.

I'm the lawyer.

Now, I'd better go get Judge
Hookstratten or there's not going to be

Would you mind holding this horse?

You know, that fellow looked familiar.

Hey, Junior, that lawyer, is he any
good?

Oh, he hasn't lost a case yet.

That's encouraging.

Of course, he hasn't had a case yet.

You'll be the first.

Now, has the jury... reached a verdict
it

is the duty of the

law to protect as well as prosecute it's
our function to work for

the accused look after his interest as
well as convict him now with

these values firmly in mind I now
pronounce the defendant guilty.

Yes. I'm looking for... I beg your
pardon.

Excuse me, ma 'am. Go right ahead. No,
no, you go first, please.

Thank you. My pleasure.

I'm looking for Mr. Benson January.

Did you say Benson January?

Yes, do you know him?

Ma 'am, I'm his lawyer.

Angelica Garland. I'm his fiancée.

Fiancée? Do you mean that you're going
to marry Benson January?

Why? Miss Garland?

You had better sit down.

I don't believe I understand.

This girl and I are representing Mr.
January in a criminal trial.

Criminal? Horses, ma 'am.

He's a horse thief.

Oh, now, now, don't you fret, ma 'am.
There's a pretty fair chance that they

might not hang him.

Hang him?

Oh, you must take me to him. Where is
he?

Well, actually, he's out there by the
hanging tree.

That's where they're going to hold a
trial.

If I can find the judge.

Do you think they really will hang him?

Well, now, you just wait here for a
minute, ma 'am.

And don't fret.

Judge Hookstratten, is he in town?

He just left a few minutes ago.

Probably on his way to Fitzerville.
Thank you. But there's going to be a

in town if you'd like to stay.

We're just in time, ma 'am. Now, will
you act as character witness? Oh, well,

course, of course I will. Good, good.

to town to search for gold and I brought
with me

a memory and I seem to hear

You Judge Hookstretton? I am. Your
Honor, I am a lawyer, and there is a

you are needed for.

Where? To the other side of Dry Red.

What time?

Four, Stephen.

That's a hanging crime.

Well, I'm afraid if we don't get there
directly, they're going to hang him

without a trial.

Oh, they wouldn't dare to hang a man in
my territory without me passing

sentence. Lead the way.

Yes, sir.

Sure was a pretty sunset.

Hey, Junior, you better hold this horse
still or there isn't gonna be any...

There's nothing better than a good drink
after sundown.

Unless it's a hanging.

I wonder where that lawyer is.

He's probably in town having a nice hot
dinner.

Drinking out of glasses.

Watching them pretty dancing girls.

Are we going to stay out here all night
outdoors?

Not me.

I say we take that horse off one of them
two and get out of here. How about it,

fellas?

down, January.

Looks like your lawyer couldn't find the
judge.

We'd have waited, fellas, but we've got
to go home.

Hold it, Starkey. Stop.

Cut those innocent men down.

Say, Denison, that's been for January
and his crony.

Under the law, a man's innocent until
he's proved guilty.

Now, cut them down before I fine all of
you for contempt of court.

I represent the defendants. But before
the trial begins, I request that Mr.

January's fiancé, whom I have brought
with me, be given a moment to talk with

him. Granted. Thank you.

Well, fiancé? Well, if she's Benson
January's fiancé, she'll prove you got

wrong man.

Well... Tell him.

I'd know him anywhere.

I know it. It's happened.

My heart.

Oh, not again.

Don't call him. It won't do no good.

I'm sinking.

I've got a favor to ask you before I go.

What is it?

I've got a daughter in St. Louis.

I want you to find her.

Tell her something nice about the way I
went.

Eben, nothing is going to happen to you
that's not going to happen to me, too.

You're young and you might escape.

You've got to promise me.

I got a locket here.

It's solid gold.

Got a lock of her mother's hair in it.

When you find my little gal, tell her to
treasure it as much as I did.

What's the name and where do I find her?

It's wrote on the inside.

We're ready, Your Honor.

Court's in session.

Prisoners, please stand.

First witness will be the young lady who
tried to pot -shot the prisoner.

Now, tell us why you done that.

Your Honor, after considerable
discussion with the witness, I have come

conclusion that she was a mite hasty in
identifying the accused.

You mean the young lady don't recognize
her own fiancé?

Not exactly, you see. Oh, let her tell
it.

It's true, sir. I've never seen this man
before in my life.

That's more like it.

You see, it's not me he's engaged to,
but my poor innocent sister.

She was visiting in St. Louis when she
met and fell in love with this Benson

January. I should have known. I haven't
picked up a high card all day.

She wrote every day as their romance
progressed.

And finally, when they were engaged to
be married, she entrusted her entire

fortune to his safekeeping.

He left her at the church, mortified and
heartbroken.

You may be quite justified in your
feelings about this bounder, but I am

I haven't been in St. Louis for over a
year.

It was just over a year ago, and I've
been searching for him all this time.

Well, he's been here all that time,
grabbing off every horse in the

What makes you so sure that this is
Benson January?

Oh, there's no question about it.

May I read one of my sister's letters?

My dear Angelica, how can I describe
this wonderful man who has stolen my

And our horses?

He is worldly, wickedly handsome,
perfidiously charming.

At times, when I look into his eyes, I
have a feeling that lying dormant in

carefree boy is a tiger ready to spring
to life.

Oh, my dear sister, I am his, his, his.

Now, I ask you, Judge, can there be any
doubt that Benson January and this man

are one and the same?

I'll confess.

I'll confess.

Now, horse -thieving's one thing, but
trifling with a young gal's affections,

that's something else again.

I never seen this fellow before this
morning.

And he said his name was January then.

I thought he was a horse thief the way
he was an eye on my horse.

Your horse?

Let him talk.

Search him.

You'll find out who he is.

Go ahead, Counselor.

The old goat's lying.

I picked him up. He didn't have a horse.
There's a gold locket.

Mary Louise's locket.

The one she gave him as a wedding
present.

Her name and a lock of hair right
inside.

It isn't mine. It's his.

You trying to tell us that this old man
was engaged to her sister?

Of course not. But he must have got the
locket from the real Benson January. He

knows who Benson January is.

I'm afraid we all do.

Prisoners, please face the bench.

Now the evidence is all in. What do you
say, jury?

Your Honor. What is it?

We figure we made a mistake about that
nice old fellow.

But January, he's guilty of sin.

You're acquitted, old man.

January, you're sentenced to hang.

That'll be $25.

Well, Your Honor, we all left home kind
of early this morning.

I doubt we can scrape up $25 between us.

We'll have to owe you.

Owe me?

Your Honor.

Could I have a word with you?

Cut him loose.

What is it?

Well, it seems that Mr. Bolt is kind
enough to offer to pay the fee for the

township.

Out of gratitude and a new respect for
the law.

Your Honor?

Much obliged.

right, boys. He's all yours.

Bye, son.

I'll never forget this Sunday.

Sunday?

It's Sunday?

Well, you can't hang a man on Sunday.

You just watch us.

He's right.

Much as I was taken in by this
scoundrel, he's right.

According to law, you can't hang a man
on Sunday.

Golly, Counselor's right.

You'll have to wait till after midnight.

Well, that's four hours off, and I've
already missed my supper.

Well, that's the law. You've got to wait
till then, not a minute before.

All right, tie him up, boys, and break
out the bottle.

A couple of hours more or less ain't
gonna make any difference.

Keep an eye on him, Junior.

Do like I tell you, son.

What was that?

Nothing. A horned toad just crawled off
my back.

I used to have one of them as a pet.

Sounds like fun.

I hate to see a man hang.

I'm going to cut you loose.

Why don't you watch?

Hey, do you always talk to yourself?

Just recently.

Figured it'd take you about ten minutes
to work yourself loose.

You should try and follow me.

Don't worry.

Who's there?

Angelica Garland. They told me I could
talk with the prisoner.

Yes, ma 'am.

Hanging is too good for you, Benson
January.

It wasn't the way I'd planned to go.

They're not going to cheat me out of the
pleasure of killing you myself.

Doesn't look like they are.

But first, you're going to hear Mary
Louise's last letter.

Her heartbreaking words will ring in
your ears as you die.

I have been betrayed.

My heart overruled my head, and I now
stand shamed.

My beloved in actuality.

was a cruel, heartless beast who took
this poor soul's heart, her bonds and

and left her to wait till dark on the
steps of the Fulton Street Church.

I'm entering a convent.

Your broken -hearted sister, Mary
Louise.

Did you say the Fulton Street Church?

You see, even your hard heart is touched
by this poor girl's plight.

She loved me after all.

Can there be any doubt of it?

Oh, but in my mind there was.

You see, I thought I was the one who was
jilted.

I was the one who waited and then
despaired and in that desperation turned

life of crime.

You were jilted?

It was the State Street Church where we
were to be married.

I waited till past midnight.

You were going to marry my sister?

I'd die for her.

She always was a little scatterbrained.

The wrong church.

Don't say anything.

We're going to escape from here and
we're going to go back to your sister.

The convent is no place for her.

Now tell Junior to come over here.

Junior, come over here.

That's what I call saying goodbye.

Wow.

Do you suppose Mary Louise is happy in
the convent? Oh, I'm sure she is.

She hasn't written that she isn't, has
she?

No, she hasn't.

All right, then. We're going to grab

a couple of horses and get out of here.

Perhaps it's the right kind of life for
her after all.

I'm sure she'll find great comfort in
it.

Is something wrong, dear?

Both the old goats taking all the
horses.

Your partner?

My what?

Oh, yes, I guess he was.

Oh, don't you stand there. We've got to
catch him or else we're going to have a

long walk.

Hold it. Whoa, hold it there.

Whoa, whoa.

Hold it. Get back there, horse.

Hold still, folks.

Maybe I won't have to shoot you.

Son, you're going to convince me that
you're a plumb ungrateful.

I cut you loose, seized your neck. You
turn up waving a gun in my face.

I want gum legs back and another horse
for Angelica. Well, why don't you say

Take your pick. Got plenty of horses.

Now, you amaze me.

The last time I seen you, this young
lady was trying to take a shot at you.

Now she's chasing you around like a
lovesick puppy.

How'd you convince her you wasn't Benson
January?

Well, I told her the truth, that I am
Benson January.

We sure had that posse convinced anyhow.

In fact, you almost had me convinced.
And him that was his partner at that.

You, Benson January.

You mean he isn't?

Angelica, I think we'd better be leaving
now. You lied to me!

I'd live to see the day, and I'd cover a
woman. All right, come on, old man.

They're bound to have heard us.

Our horses are gone!

Vincent January.

Oh, he's done it again.

What's that?

It's them!

Take cover, boys!

All right, men.

Let's go get them.

At this time, there's not going to be
any talk of hanging.

Shoot them on sight.

At this rate, they could catch up with
us on foot.

What do you suggest?

Dump that gal.

She helped me escape. They might hang
her.

Hey, that's right.

That'd take them quite a while, wouldn't
it?

Forget it. She stays with us. No, we'd
better get off the road.

We'll head up in the hills.

No, no, no. Hey, no. You can't go up
there. No.

What's wrong with up there?

That's where the cabin is. You can't go
up to that cabin. He'd kill me.

What cabin?

Well, me and January. We got a cabin up
there at the top of the Box Canyon.

Sort of hideout -like.

Oh, that's perfect.

Why didn't you say so before?

Because I don't cotton to run into Vince
in January.

I kind of slugged him and run off with
all the horses.

Oh, you're a wonder, you club of women.
You steal horses, you double -cross

everybody, and I'm stuck with you. But
I've no choice.

We head for the hills.

Come on, Gumlegs.

Good evening, gentlemen.

You didn't pass anybody back along the
road, did you?

No, you're the first people I've seen
since I left town.

May we ask who you are and where you've
been?

Of course.

My name is Wood. I'm a horse trader.

I've just bought 65 head of saddle
horses, and I was going to take

Who'd you buy them from?

A charming young man named Benson
January.

Figures. I don't believe I understand.

Vincent January is a horse thief.

A horse thief?

Then that explains it. I've been
swindled. I've already paid him.

Where were you supposed to take delivery
of them horses?

I was to meet him at a cabin on the
ridge above Box Canyon.

I waited there for over four hours, but
he didn't show up.

Well, he was detained a bit.

I imagine he'll be there by now.

Like to come along and watch a hanging?

I just can't believe it.

He seemed like such, such a nice young
man.

Come on, boys.

He must be there. Let's get out of here.

Now, wait a minute.

We're going to sneak up on him.

Well, hardly is.

That pop gun of yours? I tell you, this
January's a tiger.

I'd better quiet her down again. Now,
cut that out.

Oh, what happened?

Oh, it's you?

Angelica, please don't scream again.

You're perfectly safe, I think.

Oh, my jaw hurts.

I must have hit it on something.

You did.

You lied to me.

You fooled me into thinking you were
Benson January. You tricked me into an

infatuation. But, Angelica...

It was me you were infatuated with.

Why, you've never even seen the real
Benson January.

That's true.

Oh, come on, let's get out of here.

Our lies ain't worth a plug nickel if he
catches us. Well, we're going to sneak

up on that cabin and have a look at Mr.
Benson January.

Do you mean he's in there?

I'm afraid he is.

We'll soon find out.

Now, come on, old man.

Our lives is spared. He ain't here. If
someone was here, that lamp didn't light

itself. Just so he don't come back.

You get outside and keep an ear out for
him. If I never lay eyes on Vincent

January again, it'll be too soon.

I'm so confused.

Who isn't? Some coffee?

Use this.

If you're not Benson January, then why
are you running from the posse? Because

they think I am.

And you don't even know my sister?

I never laid eyes on her.

I feel so much better.

What do you mean?

I felt so guilty before.

You know, thinking you were Mary
Louise's beau.

It's so much nicer this way.

What did you say your name was?

Maverick.

Maverick.

What a nice name.

Glad you like it.

I would have felt very guilty if you had
known Mary Louise.

I'm sure you would.

Perhaps we can go and visit her.

In the convent.

Now,

you sail it.

Bo, take the window. I'll take the door.

Oh, what's the use?

You can get out now, Angelica.

You ain't going to give up without a
fight, are you?

You've got us. We're not armed.

Just keep them in the air, January.

They captured me.

They made me go with them.

Oh, I can't tell you how glad I am to
see you fellas.

Ah, shut up.

Now, we're going to get this thing
settled once and for all.

This here's Mr. Wood.

He bought some horses from Benson
January.

Our horses.

Mr. Wood, you recognize any of these
folks?

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Wood. My name
is Maverick.

Seemed he was a little better looking
when I saw him last, but that's him, all

right.

Now, wait a minute.

The idea of trying to sell me stolen
horses.

You lied to me again.

You're worse than you were before.

How about the old man?

Yes, he was with him. Well, that settles
it. You got any objections, lawyer?

Judge passed sentence. Hang him.

Of course, the young lady's innocent.

What's the young lady got to do with it?

Benson January jilted her sister in St.
Louis, and she followed him out here.

Oh?

That's a shame.

Where are all the horses you stole?

If I tell you, will you let me go?

You'll tell us where they are, unless
you want to get hung by your thumbs

I guess I will.

Well, they're in Box Canyon.

How do we know you ain't lying?

Go take a look.

If they're there, you should be able to
see them from the ridge.

I'll watch these scoundrels.

Good idea.

Come on, Bradley, we'll take a look
-see.

That's the ridge, boys. The old man says
the horses are in Fox Canyon.

So you're Mary the Lisa's sister.

You mean... Mr. Wood, are you trying to
say that... Well, you did it again,

Benson. Benson January.

I don't get it.

You're not handsome?

Well, handsome is as handsome does.

Let's get it going, partner.

Maverick, it's been real nice meeting
you.

I'm sure it has.

Mary Louisa's sister.

Almost wish I'd met you first.

I don't see any horses.

Of course you don't see any horses.
There ain't no horses. That's why.

But I hear horses.

Where?

Somewhere.

Our horses.

They've done it again. Come on, boys.

I feel this is all my fault.

To think that was the man who broke poor
Mary Louise's heart.

Those letters, the way your sister
described it.

Perhaps I'd better show you a picture of
Mary Louise.

This is Mary Louise.

She never was one to be considered
beautiful.

I'm going to give up the law and get
into something else.

Maybe I'll open up a little candy store
in town.

Candy?

That's it.

You're the one they call Sugarfoot.

Sugarfoot?

Never heard of him.

It had to be.

I haven't been right all day.

Poor dear.

to search for gold and I brought with me
a memory

and I seem to hear the night wind cry

go hang your dreams on the hanging tree
your dreams of love that

could never be hang your faded

We'll be right back.

Maverick is a...