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Uh, who's there?

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

Oh, y-yes, ma'am, uh, miss.

Hanging is too good for you, Benson January.

Uh, it wasn't the way I'd planned to go.

They're not gonna cheat me

out of the pleasure of killing you myself.

Doesn't look like they are.

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

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

A Warner Bros. Television Production.

Yahoo!

Well, no self-respecting horse thief

would ever steal you, Gumlegs

but, uh, this inside straight money

would make the fingers of a parsonage.

He he he.

Well, well, fella.

There is just nothin' I'd rather see than a vacant horse. He he.

You get my last lump of sugar. He he.

You, ahem, you must have a real kind master

keeping you in such good shape.

Remind me of my horse, which some varmints stole

out from under my very nose.

I tell you, there's nothing low-down than a horse thief.

- Agreed. - Ah! Ah, ah! Oh! My heart.

- Yes, heaven. I'm goin'. - What the..

Oh, don't talk, son. Just easy me down on the ground

for I can pass on to a better world.

Oh! Oh!

I'm sorry, old man. Didn't mean to startle you.

Ah, ain't your fault, son.

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

It's ready to quit.

Even a sneeze, it'd send me on my way.

Oh, is there anything I can do?

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

I don't like bein' buried by strangers

so, I'll introduce myself.

Name is Ebenezer Bolt.

Friends call me Eben for short.

Oh, Beauregarde Maverick.

My friends call me Beau for short.

Beau, glad to know ya.

On the marker, under my name, just put

"He died on a Sunday admirin' a horse."

Would you like a drink?

Water? Uh, uh, whisky.

I do have a little whisky for emergencies.

Well, uh, a last slug of whisky

would, would go real good.

Ahem!

- Here you are, Mr. Bolt. - Oh, oh! Ha ha.

Ahem!

Ahem! Well..

Well..

Well, it..

..it-it's passed, young man.

I survived.

- I got a reprieve. - Oh, I'm glad.

There's, uh, 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 sets 21 days.

He he he. 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.

Oh, hey, hey. Hey, here now.

Y-you just can't ride off

and leave me in the middle of nowhere with no horse.

- You don't have a horse? - What? No.

Oh, how did you get out here?

Well, I walked. But it seemed like 30 miles.

Uh, some low-down varmints stole my horse

left me out here to die.

A poor, old man, and with a weak heart, uh, and sore feet.

They'd oughta 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. - Ha ha ha.

There now.

How's the heart?

Oh, I think one more slug of that old hand

will just fix it up fine.

Well, he he he.

Come on, Gumlegs.

Well, well, ha ha ha.

You're his nephew, eh?

Well, well, well.

Just imagine, me knowing your uncle, Beauregarde.

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.

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

Oh, he was a real gentleman though.

Borrowed his horse to go to camp for more money

and when I got back to town, he had left real sudden.

That figures, how much did he take you?

- I mean, uh, how much you lose? - Four dollars.

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

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. Ha ha ha.

Hey, hey, giddy-up. Turn around.

Head for them hills, boy...

What do you think you're doing, old man?

Morning, gentlemen.

Pleasant day, isn't it?

What do you think, Bradley?

- I reckon so, Starky. - It's gotta be them.

Shifty-lookin' young fellow and an old goat.

Oh, I, uh, can't help feeling there's a mistake

in the process of being made.

Would you like to tell us what it's about?

- You tell him, Starky. - Please do.

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

travelin' with an old codger, name unknown.

I've seen an old fella like that over near Fitzville.

Oh, he's a mean-lookin', uh, a sneaky, little beady-eyed

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.'

'Ridin' horses, walkin' horses, plough horses'

buggy horses, breedin' horses.

Fact is, the reason they've been so successful

it's been kinda hard to round up transportation for a posse.

Oh, thanks for the warning. We'll, uh, keep our eyes open.

Not for long, you old January.

Ha ha ha, January?

You really think I'm this fellow?

We can soon straighten that up. My name is Beau Maverick.

This old boy, I picked up on the road.

Why, he didn't even have one horse.

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

Sure, we have.

Yeah, that tree over there will do, boys.

Junior, take care of the horses.

'Alright, boys. Let's get this over with.'

'Turn the horses around this way, so we'll get a good sight.'

'Get those old ropes down. Tie their hands.'

- Get the gun belts. - Now, wait a minute.

I don't know this man, not gonna sit by and watch you hang him.

I'll say you're not.

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

I never saw this old man before.

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

He's tellin' the truth.

A kindly stranger that gave a poor, old man a ride.

And this is his reward. I tell ya.

You got the wrong horse thieves.

Alright, boys. Stand back.

Wait a minute, Starky.

- We can't do it? - 'Why not?'

Bird's nest.

- So what? - It wouldn't be right.

Oh, uh, since you gentlemen are such bird lovers I'm sure

you'll understand if we take a moment to prepare ourselves.

Alright, you got a minute to pray.

Look, 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 thinkin' the same thing.

Oh, I'd be forever grateful.

I was thinkin' if you are this fella

you could confess and get me off.

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

No, it's a draw.

I hope that helps.

But I got a feelin' that souls are kinda like horses.

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

'Alright, boys. Let's stretch 'em.'

Wait, look!

Well, I see you got 'em. Good job, Starky.

- Who's our counsel? - There won't be no counsel.

- Caught 'em, we gonna hang 'em. - Without a trial?

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

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

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

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

We didn't come out here to listen to no speeches.

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 bein' a lawyer.

Been runnin' around town for months tryin' to stir up a case.

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

Makin' the hangin' legal and everything.

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

Well, Judge Hookstraten's been travelin' the circuit.

He oughta be in Dry Red right now.

'It's a waste of time.'

'I'll ride and get him. You can hold the trial here.

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

Alright, boys. Looks like it goes to a vote.

All in favor of hangin', say aye.

Aye!

All in favor of trial.

Aye!

The second bunch of ayes have it.

Alright, 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, oh, Junior, you're too young to jury. You stay and watch 'em.

Alone?

Oh, they won't give you no trouble. If they do..

Just swat the horse. Ha ha!

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

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Wouldn't know where it could be.

But I am a lawyer and, uh, at your service.

Oh, my name is Maverick. Beau Maverick.

Not Benson January.

Just, uh, convince 'em they got the wrong man, will you?

Tut-tut-tut-tut. It isn't ethical for me to listen

to evidence until I'm hired.

Huh? Oh... alright, well, you're hired.

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

It's a deal. The money's in the saddle bag.

I'm only gonna take a hundred, Mr. January. If you don't hang

I'll trust you for the rest.

Mr. Lawyer, I ain't tryin' to tell you

how to run your case, If you wanna win for sure

cut these ropes and let us git.

You'll get a proper trial. You too, Mr. January.

I'm not January.

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

I'm the lawyer.

Now, I better go get Judge Hookstraten

or there's not gonna be any trial.

Whoa, there, Gum legs.

Junior, 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 encouragin'.

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

'Uh, 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 interests..'

'...as well as convict him.'

Now, with these values firmly in mind..

I now pronounce the defendant... guilty!

Hang him!

Yes?

- I'm trying to find... - I'm lookin for...

Oh, I beg your pardon.

- Excuse me, ma'am. - Go right ahead.

- No, no, you go first, please. - Oh.

- '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 fiance!

Fiance?

Do you mean that you're gonna marry, Benson January?

Oh, why?

Miss Garland, you had better sit down.

I don't believe I understand.

Miss Garland, I am representin' Mr. January..

In a criminal trial.

- Criminal? - Horses, ma'am.

- He's a horse thief. - Oh!

Oh, now, now, don't you fret, ma'am.

There's a fair chance they might not hang him.

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

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

That's where they're gonna hold the 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. - Oh, oh!

Judge Hookstraten, is he in town?

He just left a few minutes ago.

- Probably going to Fizzy Ville? - Thank you.

There's going to a hanging in town if you'd like to stay?

We're just in time. Will you act as character witness?

Oh, well, of course, of course, I will.

Good, good. Now here's what I want you..

♪ I've come to town to search for gold ♪

♪ And I brought with me a memory ♪

♪ And I seem to hear the night wind cry ♪

♪ To hang your dreams on the hanging tree ♪

♪ Your dreams of love that could never be ♪

♪ Hang your faded dreams ♪

♪ On the hanging tree ♪

♪ I searched for gold and I found the gold ♪

♪ And I found a girl that just loves me ♪

Excuse me, you Judge Hookstraten?

- I am. - Your Honor, I'm a lawyer.

And there's a trial you are needed for.

- Where? - To other side of Dry Red.

- What crime? - Horse thievin'.

That's a hangin' crime!

If we don't get there, they'll hang 'em without a trial.

Oh, they wouldn't dare to hang a man in my territory

without me passin' sentence, lead the way.

Yes, sir.

Ah, sure was a pretty sunset.

Hey, Junior, you better hold this horse

or else there ain't gonna be any trial.

Ah, there's nothing better than a good drink after sundown..

Unless it's a hangin'.

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 gonna stay out here all night, outdoors?

Not me, I say we take that horse off from under 'em two

and get out of here, how bout it?

Yeah.

Well, sundown, January.

'Looks like your lawyer couldn't find the judge.'

We'd have waited, fellas, but we gotta go home.

'Hold it, Starky. Stop!'

Cut those innocent men down.

They ain't innocent. That's Benson January and his crony.

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

Now, cut 'em down before I fine

all of you for contempt of court.

Alright, get 'em down.

Your Honor, I represent the defendants

but before the trial begins, I request

that Mr. January's fiance, whom I've brought with me

be given a moment to talk with him.

- Granted. - Thank you.

'Oh, fiance?'

'Why, if she's Benson January's fiance'

'she'll prove you've got the wrong man.'

Well?

- Tell 'em. - I'd know him anywhere.

I knew it. It's happened. My heart.

Oh, not again.

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

I'm sinkin'.

I got a favor to ask ya before I go.

Aye, what is it?

I got a daughter in St. Louis.

I want you to find her.

Tell her somethin' nice about the way I went.

Eben, nothing's gonna happen to you.

That's not gonna happen to me too.

You're young and you might escape. You gotta promise me.

Alright.

What is it?

Uh, I-I got a locket here.

I-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 her name? Where do I find her?

It's wrote on the inside.

We're ready, your Honor.

Court's in session. Uh, prisoners, please stand.

'First witness will be the young lady'

who tried to potshot the prisoner.

Now, tell us why you done that?

Your Honor, after considerable discussion with the witness

I've come to the conclusion that she was a might hasty

in identifying the accused.

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

- 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've known. I haven't picked up a high card all day.

'She wrote everyday 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 not he.

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.

Oh, he's been here all that time.

Grabbin' off every horse in the territory.

What makes you so sure that this is, Benson January?

Oh, there is no question about it.

May I read one of my sister's letters?

By all means.

"My dear, Angelica, how can I describe this wonderful man

'"who has stolen my heart?'

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 this 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 thievin's one thing.

But trifling with a young gal's affections is..

That's something else again.

I never seen this fella before this mornin'.

'And he said his name was January then.'

I thought he was a horse thief.

The way he was eyein' 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.

- Here's a gold locket. - Mary Louis' 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're tryin' 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 fella.'

But, January, he's guilty as sin.

'You're acquitted, old man.'

'January, you're sentenced to hang.'

That'll be $25.

Well, your Honor, we, uh, all left home

kinda early this mornin', uh.

'I doubt we could scrape up $25 between us.'

- Uh, we'll have to owe ya. - Owe me?

'Your Honor?'

- Could I have a word with you? - Cut him loose.

'What is it?'

Well, seems Mr. Bolt is kind enough to offer

to pay the fee for the township.

Out of gratitude and undue respect for the law.

- Your Honor. - Ah, much obliged.

Alright, boys. He's all yours.

Bye, son. I'll never forget this Sunday.

Sunday? It's Sunday?

Why, 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.

By golly, counselor's right.

'You'll have to wait till after midnight.'

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

Uh, that's the law. You've got to wait till then.

Not a minute before.

Alright, time up, boys, and break out the bottles.

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

Keep an eye on him, Junior.

- Oh, pa! - Do like I tell you, son.

Come on, pass that bottle.

I'll make a deal with you.

'What was that?'

Ssh.

Oh, nothing. A horned toad just crawled up my back.

I used to have one of 'em as a pet.

'Sounds like fun.'

Hate to see a man hang. Gonna cut ya loose.

Much obliged!

'Hey, do you always talk to yourself?

Just recently.

I cut them ropes halfway through.

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

No use to try and follow me.

Don't worry.

Wh-who's there?

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

Y-yes, ma'am, uh, miss.

Hanging's too good for you, Benson January.

Why, it wasn't the way I planned to go.

They're not gonna cheat me out of the pleasure

of killing you myself.

Doesn't look like they are.

'But first, you're going to hear Mary Louis' 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 cash

"and left her to wait till dark on the steps

"of the Fulton Street Church.

"I'm entering a convent.

"Your brokenhearted sister, Mary Louis."

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... and despaired

and in that desperation turned to a 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 scatter-brained.'

Tsk. The wrong church.

Don't say anything, we're gonna escape from here

and we're gonna go back to your sister.

A convent is no place for her.

Now, tell Junior to come over here.

Junior, come over here.

'That's what I call saying goodbye. Well..'

Sorry, Junior.

Do you suppose Mary Louis is happy in the convent?

Well, I'm sure she is.

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

No, she hasn't.

Quietly, we gotta 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?

Bolt, the old goat's taken all the horses.

- Your partner? - My what? Oh, yes, I..

Guess he was. Well, don't just stand there.

We gotta catch him or else we're gonna have a long walk.

Hold it, whoa, hold it there.

Whoa, whoa! Hold it. Get back there, horse.

Here, get back there.

Hold it, hold it.

Hold it there. Come on, hold it, hold.

Hold still, Bolt.

Maybe I won't have to shoot you.

Son, you're gonna convince me that you're plum ungrateful.

Now, I cut you lose, saved your neck.

You turn up wavin' a gun in my face.

I want Gumlegs back and another horse for Angelica.

Why didn't you say so. Take your pick?

Got plenty of horses, Ha ha! You know, you amaze me.

The last time I'd seen you this young lady was tryin'

to take a shot at you.

Now, she's chasin' you around like a little, sick puppy.

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

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

Ha ha, we sure had that posse convinced, anyhow.

In fact, you almost had me convinced.

And him, that was his partner at that. He he.

'You, Benson January, ho ho ho.'

You mean he isn't?

Angelica, I think we better be leaving...

You lied to me.

Miss Garland!

Quiet.

January! Let's get him, boys.

Never thought I'd live to see the day when I clobber a woman.

Alright. Come on, old man. They've bound to have heard her.

Our horses are gone!

- Benson January. - Ah, he's done it again.

- What's that? - It's them.

Take cover, boys.

Our horses. Let's get 'em.

Alright, men. Let's go get 'em.

This time, there's not gonna be any talk of hangin'.

Shoot him 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.

Say, that's right. That'd take them quite a while, wouldn't it?

Forget it. She stays with us. 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 that cabin. He'd kill me.

- What cabin? - Well, me and January.

We got a cabin at the top of the Box Canyon.

- Uh, sort of a hideout like. - Oh, that's perfect.

Why didn't you say so before?

'Cause I don't cotton to run into Benson January.

I kinda slugged him and run off with all the horses.

Oh, you're a wonder. You clobber women, you steal horses.

You double-cross everybody and I'm stuck with you.

But I've no choice. We head for the hills.

Go on, Gumlegs.

Hiya.

Whoa!

They couldn't have gotten this far.

They must have cut off back a piece.

- Yeah, but where? - We gotta find them.

Let's double back.

Whoa!

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 herd of saddle horses

and I was going to take delivery.

- Who do you buy 'em from? - Uh..

Charming, young man named, uh, Benson January.

- Figures. - I don't believe I understand.

Benson 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?

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'd be there by now.

Like to come along and watch a hangin'?

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.

Wait a minute. We're gonna sneak up on him.

Well, what with? That pop gun of yours?

I tell you this January is a tiger.

Oh, better quiet her down again.

Now, cut that out.

Ah, what happened?

Oh, it's you..

Angelica, please don't scream again.

You're-you're perfectly safe.

I think.

Ooh, 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.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Our lives ain't worth a plug nickel if he catches us.

We're gonna 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.

Someone was here. That lamp didn't light itself.

I guess, so he don't come back.

You get outside and keep an ear out for him.

If I never lay eyes on Benson January again

it'll be too soon.

- I'm so confused. - Well, who isn't?

Some coffee?

Use this.

If you're not Benson January

then why're 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 some guilty before.

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

It's so much nicer this way.

Oh, what did you say your name was?

Oh, 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 a convent.

- They are coming! - Huh?

Whole kit and caboodle of 'em. We gotta hold 'em off.

Angelica, come on, get under the table.

Now, you stay there.

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

No, what's the use?

You can get out now, Angelica.

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

You've got us, we're not armed.

Just keep 'em in the air, January.

Uh, they captured me.

'Uh, they made me go with 'em.'

I can't tell you how glad I'm to see you fellas.

Oh, shut up.

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

This here is Mr. Wood.

'He bought some horses from Benson January.'

Our horses.

Mr. Wood, do you recognize any of these folks?

Please to meet you, Mr. Wood, my name is Maverick.

It seemed he was a little better looking

when I saw him last but that's him alright.

Now, wait a minute.

The idea of tryin' to sell me stolen horses.

You lied to me again.

You're worse than you were before.

- How 'bout the old man? - 'Yes, he was with him.'

Well, that settles it.

You got any objections lawyer?

Just pass sentence him.

'Of course the young lady is 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?

Uh, if I tell you, will you let me go?

You'll tell us where they are

unless you wanna get hung by your thumbs first.

Umm, I guess I will.

Well?

They're in box canyon.

How do we know you ain't lying?

Take a look. If they're there you'll see 'em from the ridge.

I'll watch these scoundrels.

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

Head for the ridge, boys, the old man says

the horses are in box canyon.

So, you're Mary Louise's sister?

You mean that..

Are you trying to say that...

Well, you did it again, Benson.

Benson January.

Oh, I don't get it.

- 'Well, you're not... ' - Handsome?

Well, handsome is as handsome does.

Let's get it goin', partner.

Maverick, it's been real nice meeting you.

Now, I'm sure it has.

Mary Louise's sister.

'I most wish I'd met you first.'

I don't see any horses.

Of course you don't see any horse

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

you broke poor Mary Louise's heart.

But those letters, the one your sister described him..

Perhaps I better show you a picture of Mary Louise.

This is Mary Louise?

She never was born to be considered, uh... beautiful.

Hey, come back here!

Come back here, do you hear me?

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

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

Cadley, that's it.

You're the one they call sugarfoot.

Sugarfoot? Never heard of him.

Oh, it had to be.

I haven't been right all day.

Oh. Poor dear.

♪ I came to town 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 hangin' tree ♪

♪ Your dreams of love that could never be ♪

♪ Hang your faded dreams on the hangin' tree ♪♪♪

♪ 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 ♪♪