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Oh, Mr. Howitzer.

I couldn't leave the valley

without seeing how you looked in your new dress.

How can I ever repay you?

Well, you might ask me in for some coffee and poetry reading.

Well, if Verne Scott found you here, he'd kill you.

Old Scott's in town now.

He's rounding up a posse to chase me

out the Maverick Sheep Ranch.

Please come in then.

A Warner Bros. television production.

It's your bet I believe, Mr. Coley.

The only thing left that shines, Maverick.

Well, I'll accept that. And I'll call.

Three little ladies on an errand to mercy.

And three wise men to show 'em the way.

Wheel's fixed, gents.

I never would've believed it

but you know this dude Maverick has just bested Big Coley.

Sure. And the devil plays a harp.

I tell you, we seen it.

Charlie, Big Coley is smarter than a tree full of owls.

There ain't nobody gonna best him.

Is that right, Mr. Coley? Ain't nobody gonna best you.

Give me a hand with the horses.

- Glad to. - This way, gents.

Seems you have a reputation, sir.

Yeah.

Look, Maverick... I got a deal I wanna make to you.

A deal?

I've got a ranch property I'll trade you

for everything you've got there.

Oh, come on, Mr. Coley. Halloween's a long way off.

I'm serious.

A man's reputation's a precious thing around these parts.

I spent a long time building mine.

Look, if I were to say I flipped you double or nothing and I won

they'd say that see you can't beat Big Coley no matter what.

They might be right. I haven't seen that ranch.

I've got a legal description and a deed right here.

That's one of the sweetest spreads

in the New Mexico territory.

Three thousand a head?

That's worth a lot more than what I got right here.

Then we've got a deal?

- Alright. - Good.

I'll sign it. And you'll keep quiet about this?

Quiet?

Like a fly walkin' on fresh peach.

Hey, you in the house, hold your fire! I'm on your side!

He's run up the white flag.

Don't shoot!

I'm the new owner! Here's the deed!

New owner. Huh!

Well... better let him in, Basco.

If we don't like him we can shoot him later.

Cover me!

Better get the boys.

Best we trim him down before he takes route.

Take the back trail.

Hi.

You sure you're the new owner?

You ain't some gun shark on the dodge like Jessie James?

No, my name is Maverick. Bret Maverick.

- Here's my passport. - Maverick?

Sounds like cow people.

That's right. I am now.

Them was cow people up there who was shootin' at you.

I'll just call you Jesse till I find out a little more.

Oh, didn't I notice lead flyin' at me from here too?

Well, likely they thought you was one of us.

We thought you was one of them.

Just who is everybody?

And what is that smell?

Smell?

Must be this deal you made with Big Coley?

He sold you the shootin' ranch.

Oh, that Coley. He's a cute one, he-he. Just can't lose.

No, I can't lose. Not at the price I paid.

But a 3,000 a head alone would make me rich.

What is that smell?

What smell? There ain't no smell here.

Excepting the critters.

Critters?

Yes, all 3,000 of 'em. We just counted them yesterday.

Oh! You mean the cows?

Sheep.

Finest flock in these mountains.

Oh, that Verne Scott and his hunters.

He'll run this flock clean off on the range

if he has to kill Basco, me and Heather for it.

"Heather?" What's "Heather?"

Don't tell me there's a beautiful shepherdess

in the fine print.

There sure is. She's on watch.

Oh, I'm Jensen. This here is the Basco.

He don't speak much English, but he sure can wrangle sheep.

He understands pretty good what you tell him, uh..

This the new boss, Basco.

- Mucho gusto, senor. - Yeah, mucho.

See those animals out there..

They look healthy. What'll they bring on the market?

Practically nothin'. Can't even get a bid on 'em.

Oh, there was a sheep buyer come to Roundup a few days ago.

But the cattlemen grabbed him before he even got to the hotel.

- What'd they do with him? - Well, nobody knows.

'Nobody will ever know.'

Maverick!

You come out peaceful or we'll ride down and burn you out!

Come on, Jesse, we'll blast 'em.

- Basco, you know what to do. - Si.

- Come on, follow me. - Wait a minute.

No point in getting 'em all stirred up.

- Is there a way outta here? - That's what I'm telling ya.

We're gonna outflank 'em through the tunnel.

What tunnel?

This old escape tunnel for Apache raids.

We'll powder them corners.

You mean, we'll ambush 'em?

That's the idea.

And if that don't work, I still got an ace up my sleeve.

'Maverick!'

Are you comin' out or we comin' in?

Where does this tunnel come out?

In the rocks, the other side. We'll wipe 'em out!

You don't think we're going too far?

Jesse... you're a fighter. Remember?

Bret, if you don't mind.

What's the Basco gonna be doin'?

He'll stay here and shoot from the door.

That way we get 'em at crossfire.

Basco.

We'll give you the signal when to start firing.

We'll raise our hands like this.

Si, si, comprendo.

Let me go first, Jesse. Heather don't like strangers.

Hey.

- Where's Heather? - She's around here someplace.

There she is.

That's Heather?

Sure is.

What's she doing, counting sheep?

'She's a real dream, Jesse.'

You know someday, Heather and Basco and me

are gonna have a flock of our own.

'Just us, way off there in the mountains.'

And no dude givin' us orders.

Come on, Heather.

And don't touch her until she gets introduced.

Heather... this here is Jesse James, alias Bret Maverick.

Hi, Heather.

Well, she took to me right off, huh?

- Haven't we got work to do? - Yeah.

'Maverick!'

We ain't waitin' no longer!

Ah ha ha.

Ah ha ha.

Gotta fight!

You signaled too soon.

Heather nudged me.

Well, here they come, Jesse.

Oh, I'm outta cartridges.

We're gonna have to use our ace.

Aim for that little barrel in the middle of the road.

What for?

Don't ask questions. Just hit it.

Hit it!

Ha ha! I told you I had an ace up my sleeve! Ha ha.

Old-timer, you sure play rough.

Look at them run!

Look at them run!

'Look at them run! Look at them run!'

Well, thanks, pal.

Well, it was nothin'.

I gotta go in around them and find out what's going on.

And where, where that sheep buyer went.

You could go there and never come back.

I could stay here and die.

We licked 'em today, we could lick 'em tomorrow.

Without gunpowder?

There's plenty of rocks there and we got our hands.

We have weak stomachs.

I never could stand the sight of blood. Especially mine!

Look, nobody there knows who I am.

I'll be back.

Heather... you trail him.

Leads are gonna be buzzing around Maverick

like bees around a hive.

Only lead stings deeper.

Now you go on, take care of him.

Short beer.

- Stranger in town? - So far.

Ain't much room around here for rolling stones.

Not even if they don't gather any moss?

Boys.

I've called you together because we've got a job to do.

And just to assure that we are all together

I've brought the little lady that owns

the biggest spread in the valley. Miss Cooper.

Say, she could be real pretty wearin' lace instead of leather.

Take it easy, stranger. That's Mr. Scott's girl.

Oh, I was just enjoying the view.

Guess you know the Coopers have been in cattle

ever since my father drove the first herd into this valley.

And how we feel about sheep.

There's only one sheep outfit left.

And the only reason they're still operating is quick money.

Money. Is there any man in here who thinks money's everything?

Quick money's not worth ruining a good cattle range, is it?

- No. - No. No.

- 'No!' - 'No!'

Well, now, I've got the name of this mutton puncher

'who thinks money's everything.'

Big Coley took the trouble of wiring me

personally who he sold the ranch to.

A tinhorn gambler by the name of Maverick.

He's a hard case, boys.

This Maverick tried to kill me

and some of my hands today with blasting powder.

'Now there's only one place'

for a man who puts himself above the law.

And that's underground.

I'm offering $500 bounty for this Maverick.

- And I'm matching it. - Anyone else?

'Two hundred.'

- 'Another hundred.' - 'Four hundred.'

'Two hundred.'

Anyone else?

'That makes, uh..'

nineteen hundred dollars.

Now, who'll make it 2,000?

A hundred dollars.

Thank you, stranger.

'Now, the committee offers $2,000'

to whoever hangs up this Maverick saddle.

Now, that being the sole business of this meeting

I declared her adjourned.

- Well, see ya. - Just a minute, dude.

Gonna be the quickest $2,000 a man ever made.

- Mr. Scott. - Excuse me.

- What's goin' on here? - Smell this man's clothes.

Sheep.

Maybe you better explain, mister.

Beginning with your name.

Oh, why, certainly.

My name is Gordon W. Howitzer.

I smell of sheep because I've been on a sheep ranch.

You've what?

As a part of my business, Mr. Scott.

'I'm a federal inspector of range lands.'

And, uh, our government is vitally interested

in the depredations of sheep in this valley.

Federal man?

And Washington's worried about sheep on our ranch?

Uh, they are if I say so, Miss Cooper, very worried.

Well, now, Mr. Howitzer and us might get along real fine.

We can't turn our backs on a range inspector just because

he dresses like a dude and his, uh, clothes smell of sheep.

Uh, no more than I could turn my back on a pretty girl just

because she dresses like a boy and her clothes smell of cattle.

Drinks are on you there, Dee. Set him up.

You, uh, you agree then, Howitzer, that this new

sheep owner Maverick should be wiped out?

Well, I can't speak officially, of course

but, uh, if I were in your shoes I wouldn't like to be in his.

You know, Howitzer, this is providential.

- You may be the man we want. - Maybe I am.

Now, you being a government inspector

can ride right up to Maverick's ranch.

'Could you get him out in the open on some pretense?'

- Nobody could do it quicker. - Well, we'll drink on that.

To Mr. Maverick

who'll find that lightning can strike twice in the same place.

That's just what my pappy said

as he looked down my brother Bart's cradle.

Oh, uh..

As a range inspector, there's one thing

I would like to know. You spoke of quick money and sheep.

How much money and how quick?

Well, there's been a buyer around

offering $12 a head for sheep.

We're only getting ten for cows.

Why, I understand this Maverick has about 3,000 sheep.

That's $36,000.

- Just who is this buyer? - 'You don't know?'

- 'Should I?' - 'Certainly.'

'He's a government man like yourself out from Washington.'

'A government man, huh?'

I don't know him.

Well, that makes me feel sort of... sheepish.

He's supposed to be a special agent for the Seward Committee.

Mr. Scott, look.

Ain't that mutt from outta the sheep spread?

Yeah, it sure is.

- I'll just fix it up some. - No, wait.

That dog's looking for someone.

Maybe one of those mutton punchers.

Yeah, it might be Mr. Maverick himself.

'Yeah.'

Norman.

- Where's Mr. Howitzer? - He went out back.

He said he had to get fumigated

and he'd call on you later.

- On me? - Yes, ma'am.

He wanted me to tell you especially

he didn't wanna show up with that sheep aroma

that's what he said.

What a nice thoughtful man.

Now don't you let that animal out of your sight.

Right, Mr. Scott.

Mister, name, please?

Howitzer to see Miss Cooper.

'Who is it, Lee?'

Gordon W. Howitzer.

Mr. Gordon W. Holizer.

'Ask Mr. Howitzer to make himself comfortable.'

- 'I'll be right down.' - Come in, please.

"Love is the feel of the sky and the earth.

Ye and the creatures upon it. Love is the food of life."

Sorry, Mr. Howitzer.

Your servant, Miss Cooper.

Flowers!

Just a token of a stranger's respect.

Oh, they're beautiful.

I never got flowers before.

Oh, really? A girl as pretty as you?

Me pretty? Oh, I know what I look like, a tomboy.

I was bought up to ride and rope so I could run my folk's ranch.

They wanted a son, but I was the best they could do.

All you need is a lovely dress

and some brilliance in your hair.

Thanks. Won't you sit down.

Thank you.

Nice to hear easy talk like that just once in your life.

Roundup wouldn't know the difference.

Well, love may come late in Roundup, but it'll come.

"Love is the feel of the earth and the sky."

"Ye and the creatures upon it."

'How did you know that?'

The couch is lumpy.

Yes, I'm engaged to Verne Scott

and if he knew I read these books..

Well..

What can I do for you, inspector?

Well, it's about my government report, ma'am.

I must have all the facts about the threat of sheep

to this range including the name of the elusive buyer.

Well, then you've wasted your flowers and your sorghum talk

because I don't know it.

How do you know he made the offer?

From a man named Coley.

- Big Coley? - Friend of yours?

Oh, no, no, just heard his name mentioned

in the circle of friends.

He has the reputation of a man who doesn't like to get beat.

Oh. Coley, owned that sheep spread of Maverick's.

Boasted all over the valley that no cattle folks

were going to beat him.

Said he had a cash offer for his woolies.

Why didn't he sell?

He wired the buyer to meet him here in Roundup.

And just as the stage was leaving town

Verne mixed up a pot of tar and feathers.

Gave Coley his choice. He took the stage.

What happened to the buyer?

He was, uh, met by certain people and told to keep quiet

about the high price of sheep.

- You mean, he wasn't killed? - No.

- He might as well have been. - Where'd he go?

Where he won't talk.

What're you doing here, mister?

The inspector just came to check on the sheep buyer.

Yeah? Is that why he brought you them flowers?

Well, sheep are a pretty smelly subject, Mr. Scott.

Mr. Dude, Roundup's a small town.

Everybody knows you bought flowers

for the girl promised to me.

- Now, Verne. - And I don't like it.

Well, now, can't we discuss this

in a civilized manner, Mr. Scott?

No.

I'll, uh, see you later, Mr. Howitzer.

At your convenience, Mr. Scott.

I think I'd better be going too.

I think you had too.

Thanks for the flowers.

It's a pleasure.

Stop it! You hear me? Let him go!

Well, this is my property!

Alright, dude, you're gonna hide behind a woman's skirts?

Anytime. If she was wearing skirts.

Thank you, Miss Cooper.

Maybe I can return the favor sometime.

You can't. Because you've got just one hour to clear town.

Well, what about my survey report, Mr. Scott?

One hour. Or you'll be hiding behind a headstone.

Do you have to act like a wild animal?

He clobbered me pretty good in here.

You started it.

He was trying to do his job for the government.

I don't pay no taxes for him to buy flowers for my girl.

That's the way they do things in Washington.

He makes a lady feel at least there's more to a face

than a sombrero on a sunburn. He's a gentlemen.

No, he ain't. He's a wolf.

With sheep in his clothing.

Oh! Oh, my goodness!

But now you've frightened off Mrs. Gilhooly

my very first customer in Roundup.

Never mind. The way she went out, she'll be back.

I came in the back door because

I'm making a confidential purchase for a lady friend.

Confidential.

Oh. Ha ha.

Something flimsy, revealing?

Just the tiniest bit outre.

Just the tiniest bit, yeah.

Well, well, heh heh..

- Look at her. - She smelt something.

Now, this is rather exciting, don't you think?

Gun blue bombazine

with an amusing little bustle of mink tails.

Oh, and leg-of-mutton sleeves.

Leg-of-mutton? Oh, no, not for this lady. That's impossible.

Impossible?

Why, I'll have you know, this is an original from A. Stuart.

Very big in the East this season.

For wakes maybe.

Now, don't you have something... a beautiful girl

could... kinda come alive in?

Ah! Hey, here.

Something like this.

Well. Oh-h-h! My, you do have exceptional taste, sir.

Why, this is raw silk with a chemisette

of antique Belgian lace.

A-and buttons down the back.

To get out easy in case she catches fire.

Just-just joking a little, sir.

Heather, get down. Get..

Pack that up and send it to Cooper Ranch.

- Cooper Ranch. - Miss Dee Cooper.

Dee Cooper. As soon as possible, sir.

- Keep the change. - Well, thank you.

'Oh, thank you, very much.'

- The dog knew him. - He knew that dog.

He's no range inspector. It's Maverick.

Trail him. I'll get Scott back into town.

We'll round up the boys.

Come on, Heather.

Uh... thanks, pal.

Come on, let's go.

What's wrong?

Uh! Got... got to get back to town. Help me.

Come on.

Oh, Mr. Howitzer.

I couldn't leave the valley

without seeing how you looked in your new dress.

How can I ever repay you?

Well, you might ask me in for some coffee and poetry reading.

Well, if Verne Scott found you here, he'd kill you.

Old Scott's in town now.

He's rounding up a posse to chase me

out the Maverick Sheep Ranch.

Please come in then.

Got a long ride back to Washington.

I'm not going back, ma'am, I can't.

- Why not? - 'Cause I've failed.

How?

Washington knows there's a sheep buyer

on this range and I can't even file a report.

I'm finished. They'll get rid of me.

You mean drum you out of the service?

It's quite a ceremony.

Would they... rip the buttons off your coat?

- They might. - But that's not fair.

'They've got to give you another chance.'

Not in our service.

Not when you've failed because of a woman.

Me?

Oh, you needn't worry, Miss Cooper.

It's a closed chapter. My lips are sealed.

I'll never breathe your name.

Oh, Mr. Howitzer, I can't stand it.

You can't?

The thought of you going through life

with your lips sealed and... and without your buttons.

Well, then... tell me about the sheep buyer.

What would you have to know about him?

Oh, nothing much. Just what he was up to? Where he went?

And you wouldn't lose your job then?

Miss Cooper, if I could find out where this man is

and how much he is bidding for sheep

I might get out of this mess pretty well.

Well, whatever happens... I'll always carry the memory

of you in, in that dress.

A vision of a little girl who became a woman.

The buyer's over at Verne's ranch.

Bless you.

We cattlemen couldn't have him running loose

offering big money for sheep.

Why not?

Well, it might give the smaller ranchers ideas.

And they'd start bringing in more sheep and more sheep.

- And they'd ruin your range. - Mm-hmm.

So, Verne's just keeping him as his guest.

Don't you mean his prisoner?

Well, till that horrible man, Maverick

and the sheep are out of the valley.

- What's that? - I think it's a dog barking.

No, must be Verne.

Here. Out the back way.

Thanks for the lovely dress.

Oh, think nothing of it. It'll be on the expense account.

What's that you got on there? You hot or something?

It's a ball gown, Verne. My very first.

Raw Chinese silk.

With an excitin' chemise set of pure Belgian lace.

The ball's over, young lady. Now where's he?

- Who? - Maverick.

We trailed him straight out here.

- There's been no Maverick here. - Don't lie to me.

He sent you that dress and followed it here.

No, Verne, it was Mr. Howitzer!

That's Maverick. He just calls himself Howitzer.

- What? - He's no federal agent.

He's a dirty sheep dipper. Now, where's he?

I don't know.

I suppose you don't know what he was doin' here.

Verne Scott. He's a perfect gentlemen.

He just came to check about the sheep trader.

He's Maverick? Verne, I told him.

- You told him? - It was this dress.

And he told me he'd lose his job. He easy-talked me.

Come on, he's headed for the ranch.

Oh, I can't go in this dress.

Then get in somethin' decent.

Black, if you have it, because you'll riding

to Maverick's funeral.

There's a sheep buyer around here somewhere, Heather.

Now you smell hard for Uncle Bret.

'Who's out there?'

A... friend, friend.

I'm just a lost traveller.

My wife and five children are out at your gate

in an uncovered wagon.

- You can't stop at this ranch. - Oh, I don't plan to.

If you'd just be kind enough to point out

the road to Roundup.

Turn left beyond the gate, then right till you get to the...

- Left! - Ah!

And then right!

- Are you the sheep buyer? - I am. Honest Donald McFadden.

I'm Maverick. We can talk on the trail.

- Oh, I'm afraid not, son. - Why not?

Well, this is why. That pirate Verne's guard took my clothes.

You can ride a horse in that.

Scott will be here soon. I wanna talk business with you.

Oh, no, a public servant, which I happen to be

doesn't appear in public clad in his, uh... unmentionables.

Oh, for the love of..

Here, wait a minute.

You can wear these.

Look, I got some sheep for sale, do you want 'em?

Want 'em? He he.

You're looking at the chief wool purchaser

of the Seward Committee.

What's that?

It's a Committee of Congress charged with

populating the new territory of Alaska.

It's my duty to buy wool for garments

to keep the settlers warm.

My sheep are the warmest and the wooliest.

All 3,000 of them. How much you payin'?

Well, it so happens I have $36,000

with which I was gonna buy another 3,000..

Hey, wait, young fellow. Where are your sheep?

- Not on the box canyon? - That's right.

Those are the sheep I've been held prisoner for.

They're only technically yours.

Technically nothing. I got the bill of sale here.

Uh, worthless in this lawless land.

Scott considers them his sheep, after you're dead, of course.

But he's a cattleman. And will you get dressed?

Uh... well, you know, everybody thinks he's a cattleman

but what he really plans to do

is to flood this range with sheep

'if he gets the profit from selling me your sheep.'

Well, he can't do that. He doesn't control the range.

They'll kill him.

Well, he will control it after he marries

the trusting Miss Cooper and gets hold of her land.

You know, cattle in this range are doomed.

So are we, if we don't get outta here fast.

- Yeah, yeah. - Now, come on.

Hiya! Hup!

Is he dead?

The bullet just grazed him. He'll keep.

Oh, what a place to die.

- You're just stunned. - Little Scott cares.

He'd murder me or Maverick or anyone else for those sheep.

Mr. Scott is fighting to save our cattle range.

Oh, you're Miss Cooper.

So, you're giving your heart and hand and your big ranch

to Verne Scott in marriage, huh?

Well, allow me to acquaint you with a few facts

about Mr. Scott and sheep in this lovely valley.

Come on. We'll give him both barrels.

Don't shoot, boys. It's me, Maverick.

What's the matter, Jesse?

Scott found out who I am. He's right behind me.

Well, we'll blast their hats off.

You don't understand.

Too many this time. We can't stop 'em.

I can't ask you to stay here.

You want us to leave your critters

to them butchers and run?

They're my sheep. I'll take the loss.

Your lives are somethin' else.

Jesse, you just don't know nothin' about sheepmen.

'We don't desert them critters out there to coyotes, wolves'

mountain lions, grizzly bears or cowboys.

'Them sheep is our dream.'

Bret, we can't quit now.

'There's some things more important than just livin'.'

Old-timer, you're so right. How much ammunition we got?

Well, one box of shells for three guns and them knives.

- What's that for? - Infightin'.

- Ain't you never been married? - No.

It looks like a pleasure I'm gonna miss.

Fish are in the barrel. Alright, boys, let 'em have it!

Come on, give us a hand.

Hey, look out! There's a boulder coming.

Get outta there!

Cracked their shell.

Alright, rush 'em!

Our only chance is to get Scott.

- You keep firing from here. - Okay.

What's that?

Take cover!

Verne Scott!

Hold your fire, Dee. These are my men.

I talked to McFadden! He told me about your double cross!

'Come out with your hands up or we'll kill you!'

The buyer must've squealed about the sheep.

We're done.

If we give up now, they'll do worse than kill us.

Come on, let's make for the horses.

You know what to do next.

Traffic around here is busier than a rabbit in love.

Well, that's the kind of traffic, we like, pop.

That's the money comin'.

Well... real good to see you. We've got the sheep.

They're all yours for 36,000 lovely little dollars.

Mr. Maverick, I have terrible news for you.

You didn't bring the money?

Yes, I brought it, but I also brought a telegram

that I got in town.

They dissolved the Seward Committee.

They're calling Alaska "Seward's Folly."

You mean, they don't want any more

warm woolly clothes for all those settlers?

What settlers?

People are saying that Alaska's nothing but a snowbank.

It only has Russians.

What am I gonna do with all those poor lost sheep?

Quit worryin' about 'em, Maverick.

- We'll take care of 'em for ya. - Here we go again.

Hold it, boys!

- Kelly, put that rifle down. - Yes, Miss Dee.

Mr. Maverick..

Just how big was your stake in that poker game?

About a $1,000. Why?

I'll buy those woolies from you for 50 cents a head.

You? What are you gonna do with sheep in this valley?

I'm gonna give them to the old-timer here

Basco, Heather.

'If they'll just drive them far away'

anywhere off our range.

You got yourself a deal. Where do I sign the papers?

Well, I've got a pen and paper back at the ranch.

And an easy-talking fella gave me a dress

that I'd just love to wear to dinner with him.

Lady, did I ever tell you the story

about the travelling sheepherder?

No.

♪ Who is the tall, dark stranger there ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Ridin' the trail to who knows where ♪

♪ Luck is his companion ♪

♪ Gamblin' is his game ♪

♪ Smooth as the handle on a gun ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as the wind in Oregon ♪

♪ Blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat, ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well, Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪

♪ Riverboat, ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well, Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪♪