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Who's got their guns on who?

You fellows have the guns, alright

but you see, Corey has the gold.

He's not going to come here to split it with you fellas.

Don't pull that stuff on me, dude.

Clay Corey ain't that kind of guy.

Oh! What kind of guy is he?

Well, he's kind of like..

Well, I..

You tell 'em, Snake.

Well, I reckon, Corey is pretty much like us.

'Smarter maybe, but like us.'

Us?

- You think? - I think.

We better take out after Corey

so he don't hog all the loot for himself.

Let's take care of them now and get movin'.

You and your big mouth.

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Be an interesting fracas

if Clay Corey tries to jump this train.

It'll be more interesting for him than for us.

We got more guns than Fort Wichita.

Well, me. I hope he tries it.

He's had easy-pickin' so far

with only one guard on each train.

Say, you reckon they're putting guards on all the trains?

Till Corey gets nabbed, they are.

Hey, clumsy, be quiet.

We're trying to set a trap for Corey.

Board!

Alright, come on, you. On your way.

I don't know how you snuck aboard in Kansas City

but you're gettin' off here.

But, conductor, sir, if you'll just let me stay aboard

until Denver, my cousin will meet me. He'll pay my full fare.

Oh! Travel now, pay later? That will be the day.

Don't be a simpleton, mister.

Indeed not.

I've got a hunch they'll catch that hombre before long.

Do you have a crystal ball or do you read fortunes with cards?

Well, no, but I have lost a few fortunes with them.

Well, what I meant was, sheriff, I, uh..

I happen to know that Wells Fargo

is secretly putting a half dozen armed guards

aboard every baggage car leaving Kansas City.

Some secret, isn't it

with you blabbing it all over town?

But I haven't told a soul. Except you and you're a lawman.

'I thought you'd be happy to know.'

And you see to it you don't tell anyone else.

You have my word, sheriff.

I'll have you in jail

if I see you in this town more than 24 more hours.

I watched you get the boot from that conductor.

Oh, but, sheriff...

We don't allow deadbeats in this town.

Thanks, Joe.

You are meat inspector or somethin'?

Well, friend, I, I got carried away.

You see, I had a very light breakfast.

Ha! Now ain't that a shame.

When I'm finished, you can have the bone.

I may be back.

♪ Lord thou hast here thy ninety and nine ♪

♪ Are they not enough for thee ♪

♪ But the shepherd made answer ♪

♪ This of mine has wandered away from me ♪

♪ And although the road be rough and steep ♪

♪ I go to the desert to find my sheep ♪

♪ I go to the desert to find my sheep ♪♪♪

Inspiring, my friends. Truly inspiring.

I wish the rest of my flock could be here

to see the fine send-off that you're giving my niece and me.

We're powerful unhappy to see you go, deacon.

I speak for my flock and myself when I say that we regret

leaving this peaceful village.

But more pleasant things, I see that the ladies

have prepared a bounteous table.

Shall we join them?

Coffee?

- Oh, Nell. - Tea or coffee?

- Can we have both? - Coffee's good for you, dear.

Yes, there you are.

- 'What shall I give you?' - 'Nothin'.'

'Tea?'

Why, you're a stranger.

I was hoping you wouldn't notice.

Oh, ho ho. Why, that's quite alright, young man.

You look hungry.

Well, thank you. Thank you, ma'am.

You bet.

Well, hello! How nice to see you today.

- Good luck wherever you go. - Thank you.

Frisco. Frisco Belle.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you, Frisco.

Don't you call me that.

Why? Why, sure, sure, Belle.

My name is Marybelle and I'll thank you to remember that.

Well, well, Frisc..

Marybelle?

Come on over here where we can talk.

- Sit down. - Uh, thanks, Belle.

It was about a little over a year ago, wasn't it?

'At the Diamond Palace in San Francisco.'

And you were dealing faro quite well, as I recall.

Forget it.

Oh, I am glad to see you, Bart. Uh, I suppose.

But don't talk about my past. That's all over.

Alright. I'm glad I bumped into you though.

It's nice knowing I'm not the only stranger here.

Oh, I'm not a stranger here, Bart.

I'm a member of Deacon Eaker's mission.

You're a mem..

Well, what's so astonishing about that?

Deacon Eaker happens to be my uncle.

He located me in the Diamond Palace

about a year ago and he brought me here.

And he convinced me that dealing faro was unladylike.

I've been doing mission work ever since.

Um, convince me, while I eat.

Oh, I'll convince you, Bart.

And maybe, I can even convince you

that playing cards is an empty, shallow

hopeless mode of living.

You kept me waiting, Snake.

Couldn't be helped. Been talkin' to Clay Corey.

Shh!

What happened? Somethin' wrong?

Here is something wrong.

That train job we had planned for tomorrow

Corey's found out they got a whole passel of guards

hidin' out in the baggage car.

'I'm glad he found out.'

What's he gonna do? There's a lot of loot on that train.

It'd be a shame to let it go.

Three of us can't take on a whole army.

Maybe they figured they needed an army.

Six trains in the last month and never even got a look at us.

Not without our masks anyway.

Don't worry. Our boss knows what he's doin'.

He'd better come up with an idea for tomorrow.

Don't worry, he will.

This will be the biggest haul yet.

Why are you and your uncle going to Devil's Flat?

Well, the members of Uncle Curt's mission

are founding a new settlement there.

As a matter of fact, we're the last two to go.

We're leaving in Uncle Curt's buckboard.

Rest of the flock went ahead

after selling their stores and farms here.

Devil's Flat. That's on the way to Denver, isn't it?

I've got to get to Denver to meet my cousin Bull.

You think I might be able to hitch a ride with you?

Well, I'll ask Uncle Curt, but I..

I hope you do go with us. It'll give me a chance to talk to you.

Uncle Curt?

Excuse me, Martha.

Uncle Curt, I'd like you to meet Mr. Bart Maverick.

- How do you do? - Deacon.

He's a friend and he's also broke.

He wants to get to Denver.

He'd like to ride with us till Devil's Flat.

You know, it disturbs me in this land of plenty

to find a man financially embarrassed.

It bothers me too, deacon.

Well, the bitter with the sweet, I suppose

it's all part of the game of life.

My old pappy mentioned the game of life once

but, uh, he said that most of us

by the time we're up on the rules

are generally too old to play it.

Very well put.

Oh, by the way, we'd be glad to have you ride with us.

We leave first thing in the morning.

Thank you, deacon.

If you don't mind my asking

why aren't you and Marybelle taking the train?

Why the wagon?

My horses, sir, they're too spirited.

They'd be skittish on the train.

Spirited?

You sound like you have a couple of trotters.

They're pretty high steppers, both of them.

- 'You own race horses?' - 'Just a hobby, I assure you.'

All my winnings go to my favorite charity.

Well, then, deacon, we're not so far apart after all.

You see, all of my winnings go to my favorite charity.

- Oh, deacon, glad I found you. - Sheriff.

Something's come up about your trip.

Wonder if you could come to my office.

- You and your niece. - Well, surely.

Well, my deadbeat friend.

Didn't take it too long to track down the free grub.

Be lots more free grub in jail

if I see you here tomorrow night.

Your worries are over, sheriff.

I'll be leaving town in the morning

with the deacon and Marybelle.

You're takin' this...

Oh, now really, sheriff. I know Ba..

Uh, Mr. Maverick quite well.

He's really a dear and very nice.

'Just a school boy at heart.'

Yeah, reform school.

Don't you realize, Marybelle, he's a worthless no-good?

Of course.

Penniless tramp.

Naturally.

A low-down.

'Ungrateful.'

Contemptible.

Well, I wouldn't say contemptible.

You're gonna let him have ungrateful?

'Sheriff, I really think there's good clay underneath.'

And I intend to try and bring it out.

Snake sometimes has a very fine appearance.

- But he's still a snake. - You dress very well, sheriff.

'Sheriff.'

Nevertheless, I want Maverick to ride with us.

I'll accept full responsibility.

I also think he should be included in the meeting.

It's your funeral.

I don't think the sheriff likes you, Bart.

That is a shrewd observation.

I thought I detected a hint of animosity.

Well, he's been very helpful to our mission.

Especially with our move to Devil's Flat.

He really has some fine qualities.

Yeah. Everything from plain honorary to downright mean.

Oh, your wild ways have made you cynical, Bart

like I used to be.

But the deacon taught me to love my neighbor.

Then, start with me because I'm the nearest.

Do you know that sheriff of yours is a pretty fancy dresser?

I wonder how he manages under sheriffs salary.

How he spends his money is no concern of ours.

Yeah, but..

How he gets it might be.

Sleeping on the job again, huh?

Job? What job? We ain't had a guest here in two days.

Alright, never mind. Just do as you're told.

Pull down those shades.

Ain't you the modest one?

What you aimin' to do, sheriff? Flossy up a bit?

Sheriff?

Deacon, Marybelle.

Secret meeting.

Dirty work at the crossroads.

Maverick, why don't you button your lip

before I have to button it for you?

Now, deacon, what I had in mind was, uh..

Oscar, why don't you and that mangy mutt go on outside?

'This is private.'

Come on, Hercules.

Sheriff's don't want us to tinker in his goings-on.

Deacon.

I'm gettin' very concerned over these train holdups lately.

This Clay Corey's a pretty smart boy.

And it's no secret all over that you're shippin'

all that gold to Devil's Flat tomorrow.

- That's right. - Follow me back here a minute.

This is the chest with the $50,000 in gold

you gave me for safekeepin'.

That's right and it goes on the train tomorrow morning.

$50,000? Yours?

It belongs to my flock. Uh, members of my mission.

When they sold their ranches and businesses

to go to Devil's Flat

they left the money in my keeping.

It's not goin' on the train, deacon.

'What do you mean?'

I can't see you lettin' Corey have a crack at this money.

So I've devised a plan.

Excuse me, please. Thank you.

Now, this is the chest that's going on the train.

So that if Corey decides on a holdup

all he'll end up with is a load of rocks.

Well, now, I don't understand, sheriff.

How's the chest with the gold gonna get there?

Ah, that's the beauty of it, deacon.

This chest go with you in your wagon.

The bandits will never suspect.

I don't know, sheriff. It seems awfully risky to me.

Oh, you take my word for it, deacon. It's a very good plan.

Now, I'll tell you what.

Tomorrow morning, you bring your wagon up here, 7 o'clock.

We'll sneak the real chest here under that wagon..

And I'll take the fake chest down to the train

and make a big show of putting it on board.

That's in case Corey and his men are watching.

Sheriff, you think that's wise?

Corey can't holdup the train.

Remember, I told you about those extra guards this morning.

Mister, you are a vagrant.

And as far as I'm concerned, a very suspicious character.

Before I take advise from a man like you

I'll turn in my badge.

Yes, Bart. Pipe down!

I mean, will you please not interfere?

And, deacon, not a word of this to anyone.

If Corey should ever find out...

Oh, we'd be like sitting ducks out there on the trail.

That's right.

'Thanks for your consideration, sheriff.'

'Anytime, deacon.'

Well, till tomorrow morning then, folks.

You, go on inside.

If anyone should want me, tell 'em I'm across the street.

Come on, Hercules.

You know, sending that gold in a buckboard

is a harebrained scheme.

And Deacon Eaker doesn't even carry a gun.

Well, you do. Don't you know how to use it?

Yes, but generally, when I start shooting at something

it has a nasty habit of shooting back.

Bart..

What makes you think the gold would be safer going by train?

Uh, with all those guards, Corey wouldn't stand a chance.

I wonder if you could be right about the sheriff.

You used to have a sixth sense about crooks.

So did you.

Don't you think it's odd that he decided to switch those chests

only after I told him about the extra guards?

Maybe he was just being obstinate.

Maybe.

But if the money would be safer going on the train

maybe you ought to see that it does go by train.

Not me.

I did my part by telling about the guards in the first place.

He wouldn't listen to me and that is that.

But if he's up to some sort of trickery

we've got to protect Uncle Curt's gold.

- Think of something. - Oh, not me.

I don't want any part of it. All I wanna do is get to Denver.

And in order to get to Denver you've got to go with us.

Uh, do I sense a small threat?

You do.

Either you help protect the gold or no ride.

The gold means more to you than I do.

About $50,000 more.

Well, if you put it that way

I guess I'll have to try to do something about it.

Just be careful, hmm?

That advise, my dear, is unnecessary.

Evening.

Well, young feller, what brings you back?

Oh, nothing in particular.

I, uh, just want somebody to talk to.

I guess you must get pretty lonesome in here.

Tolerable. Tolerable.

I guess you get the urge

to skip across the street for a drink, huh?

Yeah, I will admit that Hercules and me do take a nip.

The dog drinks?

Why shouldn't he? He's old enough.

I got an idea.

Why don't you go for that drink and I'll watch the store.

Well, now, that's right neighborly of you.

Neighborly.

What do you say, Hercules? You want a drink?

Okay. We'll do it.

Come on, Hercules. Let's go.

Move, boy.

That young fellow must think we're addlepate.

He's up to some chicanery, by granny.

Now, don't get frightened. We'll get a drink.

But let's take a look first. Come on.

Well, had your drink?

Two of 'em. Thanks to you, young feller.

Happy to be of service.

I guess I better be moseying along, old-timer.

Thank you kindly.

That's what that no-good sheriff gets for not takin' us

into his confidence.

If only he'd told me he stacks them chests under that bunk

I never would've left this place.

On the other hand, we better not let him know

that Maverick was messin' with his chests.

So we're gonna put 'em back just the way they was.

Oh, what brung you back?

Oscar, I got to thinkin' about you

sitting out here all by yourself and, uh..

Since I got a little bit of desk work to do tonight anyway

why don't you go and get yourself a drink?

Another..

Uh, I mean, sure.

Hercules, how's about it? You wanna drink?

Okay.

Well, that ought to take care of you, Mr. Maverick.

I thought I told you two before.

I don't allow loafers in this town.

Now, either get a job or get out.

This is your last warnin'.

Alright. Listen to me and don't ask questions.

I'll explain later. Gold isn't goin' on the train.

I suckered him into takin' it with him in his wagon.

It'll be a cinch to catch up with them.

- Will they... - I said listen.

There's a dude in town, very suspicious.

He's supposed to go in the wagon with 'em.

'Name's Maverick.'

Want you two to look him up, tonight.

See to it that an accident happens to him.

Yes, saw him a while ago with the McCall girl.

Hah! We'll handle him. Where's he at?

Could be almost anywhere. Find him.

Gotcha, Corey. We'll take care of him.

You better.

Back again.

Yeah.

Well, you-you see, uh..

I'm temporarily devoid of, uh, funds.

Broke, huh?

Terse but true.

Terse, huh?

Uh, yeah.

I was wondering if I might prevail upon you

to, uh, let me sleep in one of the empty cells.

I guess it'll be alright.

What you say about it, Hercules?

Okay.

Thank you, Hercules.

'But don't cut any didoes, 'cause I'm gonna be'

'sittin' right here all night.'

Well, I wouldn't think of it. Thanks very much.

Got a new guy signed in, named Maverick?

Ow!

Hey, boss.

Shh.

Did you do the job?

Boss, we turned this town upside down.

Barely a sign of Maverick.

You two apes couldn't find a grizzly bear in a silo.

I swear, boss. Maverick ain't nowhere in town.

Maybe he figured you was onto him and took off.

Well, good morning, sheriff.

Wanna thank you for the use of your jail cell

but that, that bed is a little hard.

You spent a night in my jail?

Jail? Who'd ever thought of lookin' for him in jail?

Pardon me?

Good morning, sheriff. Morning, Maverick.

Deacon.

Well, we're ready to leave, sheriff, except for the chest.

Oh, it's just inside. You wanna give me a hand?

Good morning.

- Well? - Well, what?

Remember what I said about the ride?

Did you do something about the gold?

Nothing to it.

I merely switched the chests when no one was around.

As simple as that?

And Sheriff Trevor doesn't know anything about it?

Nope.

The chest that goes in this wagon

holds nothing but rocks.

And the chest the sheriff puts on the train

will actually hold the gold.

That's right.

Poor Uncle Curt. It's really a shame to fool him like this.

Young feller, looks like you're sort of

plannin' on pullin' upstage.

That's right.

Me and Hercules slipped out of the office this morning

before you woke. Get us a bite of breakfast.

Sure glad we got back to tell you so long.

- Well, thank you very much. - Another thing, young feller.

Just in case you figure you put somethin' over on old Oscar

them chests the sheriff put under the bunker

I seed you mixin' them around last night.

Shh.

I-I can't explain it now

but you don't have to mention that to the sheriff.

Don't intend to. Don't have to.

I changed them chests backs the way they were

'before you monkeyed with them.'

Well, so long.

It means we're actually carrying the gold on the wagon after all.

Maybe it'll turn out okay anyway though.

There's no way Clay Corey could've..

Bye, Miss Marybelle.

I hope we meet again sometime real soon.

Goodbye, Sheriff Trevor, and thank you for everything.

It was my pleasure.

As for you, freeloader..

I better not ever find you in this town again.

Sheriff, I've met men that I've respected and liked

and men that I've liked, but didn't respect

and men that I didn't like, but had respect for.

'There's one other combination that just about sums up'

'my feelings for you.'

You did want to see that cousin in Denver, didn't you?

Sheriff.

- I sure appreciate your help. - Anytime at all, deacon.

I'll get that fake chest down the depot.

Train leaves in 30 minutes.

Thanks again, sheriff. Giddy-up.

Boss!

Want us to beat 'em to the canyon and bushwhack Maverick?

No, no, not now.

The chest is on board the wagon, they're on their way.

Tomorrow afternoon, I want you two boys

to meet me just outside the town

and it'll take us a day to catch up with the wagon

and we'll take the gold then.

Why wait so long, boss? Why not tonight?

Listen, stupid.

I want this job done far away from here.

I don't want anyone suspectin' me.

This, uh, sheriffs angle's too good a thing to let go of.

You mean, you're gonna hang onto the job

even though we got our hands on a fortune?

Peanuts!

Don't you lunkheads know what's goin' on?

As sheriff here, I'm the first one to find out

any gold shipment that comes through town.

There's gonna be plenty more of it, boys.

Plenty more.

But I'll think about that while I take

a chest full of rocks down the depot.

There they are.

This is their third day on the trail, boss.

We'll jump 'em tonight, be the last chance.

How do you like that, I forgot the masks?

We won't need 'em.

You mean we're gonna scrag 'em?

That's the only way you know of, isn't it?

No, my murderous friend.

We're gonna do this nice and legitimate.

They're gonna hand the gold to me.

Hiya!

Tonight will be our last night on the trail.

That's right.

And, as I said, I want to talk to you.

Alright.

Bart, why don't you give up this roving life?

It's not good gallivanting all over the country

from one hotel to another, one poker game to another.

What would you have me do, Marybelle?

Well, maybe a position in an office.

You have a good head for figures.

Now, there you are right.

- Bart, I'm being serious. - So am I.

- Belle... - Bart, give me your cards.

I knew you couldn't stay away. Will it be blackjack?

I do not want to play.

I told you that part of my life was all over.

I've turned over a new leaf.

Well, my old pappy used to say

"Son, it's fine to turn over a new leaf

"but there's always somebody trying to snoop

through the old pages."

Oh, Bart, don't you see these little pieces of pasteboard

can lead to only misery and unhappiness?

- Let me burn them. - Uh-uh.

Belle, how well I remember you at the Diamond Palace.

All the gentlemen dressed in white ties

and tales filling the gaming rooms.

Crystal chandeliers.

How the orchestra used to break into the walls

every time you swept down the grand staircase

dressed in magnificent white silk

with a single black pearl adorning your neck.

Oh, you looked lovely and radiant.

You had all of San Francisco right in the palm of your hand.

And then you'd take your place behind the blackjack table

and all the men would crowd around

and you'd start dealing the cards one by one

but not one man looked at his cards.

They preferred rather to bask in your radiant smile.

Alright, Belle, hit me light!

Maverick, you tricked me.

I was just making a point. I'm not convinced.

I think it's wonderful if you are changing from the old life

but don't try to change me, Marybelle.

Marybelle, will you please get supper ready?

I'd like to turn in early tonight.

I'd be glad to deliver that gold tomorrow.

It begins to weigh heavy on my heart.

We're almost out of the woods and no sign of Corey.

We still have tonight to get through.

Deacon, glad I found you.

Well, Sheriff Trevor. What are you doin' here?

Now, don't be alarmed, deacon, but, uh, just after you left

I got word that Corey got wind of our scheme.

He knows you've got the chest of gold on the wagon.

So I deputized these two men and came after you.

Oh, I'm glad that you've come. I've been worried.

If what you say is true, Corey may be somewhere

in these woods right now.

I don't have time to stay with you and the wagon

but I have time to take the gold, put it in the saddlebags

and rush it down into Devil's Flat.

They're up to something. I'll bet on it.

Of course they are.

He'll take the gold and claim that Corey jumped him later.

It was nice of you to go to this trouble.

Boys, you get the saddlebags. Could I have the key, please?

Thank you.

For your information, Maverick, I happen to know

you switched chests on me.

'I should've arrested you for tampering with the law'

'but I wanted to see how far you'd go.'

You might also like to know that I switched the chests

back again, smart boy.

So, you thinkin' I might find rocks in this chest is wrong.

Dead wrong.

I'm going to find..

Rocks?

Where's the gold, boss?

That's a good question. I want some answers.

Coax me.

I'm coaxed.

What's the meaning of this, sheriff? What are you doing?

I don't think you have to keep calling him sheriff, deacon.

Does he, Mr. Corey?

Corey? Why, I can hardly believe it.

Oh, where is the gold?

Maverick was just about to tell me. Weren't you, Maverick?

Yeah, uh, you see, Oscar saw me switch the chests

so he put them back the way they were.

What you did was to put them back the way I had them.

Then you put the real chest on the train, huh, boss?

So you outfoxed yourself, Mr. Corey.

The gold's safe at Devil's Flat in the Wells Fargo office

and I'm the only one who can claim it legally.

So you are.

Unload the buckboard, boys. Hitch up the team.

Get over there, Maverick.

Deacon, you're going in with me to Devil's Flat

to pick up that chest of gold.

I won't go.

And if I'm not back by tomorrow afternoon, my friends over there

will be forced to shoot Maverick and your niece.

Alright, I'll go.

Don't do it, Uncle Curt.

What difference does it make

whether they kill us tonight or tomorrow?

Don't listen to her, deacon. I happen to prefer tomorrow.

Well, looks like Corey ends with the gold

even though my plan did work.

There's one thing all my poker playing's taught me, Marybelle.

What's that?

Strategy.

Look at those two, Marybelle.

A more perfect example

of a couple of fools you'll never see.

We're fools, huh?

Who's got the guns on who?

Well, you boys have the guns, alright

but you see, Corey has the gold.

He's not gonna come back here

just to split it with you two fellas.

Don't pull that stuff on me, dude.

Clay Corey ain't that kind of guy.

Oh! What kind of guy is he?

Well, he's kinda like..

Well, I..

You tell him, Snake.

Hmm, I reckon Corey's pretty much like us.

'Smarter maybe, but like us.'

Us?

Do you think?

I think.

We better take out after Corey

so he don't hog all the loot for himself.

Strategy.

Let's take care of these two right now and get movin'.

You and your big mouth. Wait! I'll make a deal.

There's something you two don't know.

- There is? - Yes.

Clay Corey won't get the gold

because it isn't in Devil's Flat.

- It ain't? - Uh, no.

Now, I'll show you where it is

and you can have it all to yourselves.

Only you've gotta promise not to shoot us.

We got nothin' to lose. Spill.

Well, you haven't promised.

Sure, sure, we promise.

Where's the gold?

Maverick.

What kind of a gag is this?

Well, the gold is hidden in the bottom.

You see, we figured we might have a robbery

and that's why we hid it there.

That, Bart Maverick, was strategy.

Well, what is that?

Oh, I was just keeping them for emergencies.

Oh, we're facing a pretty big emergency.

Let's try to find their horses.

Alright, out.

Doin' fine, deacon. Just keep it up.

- Justice will prevail. - Mm-hmm.

Well, I'll do the prevailing.

If you'd like to see your niece alive, better not try anything.

Good day, clerk.

I'm Sheriff Trevor from Crenshaw.

Howdy, sheriff?

I'm here to help Deacon Eaker pick up a wooden chest.

Isn't that so, deacon?

Yes, I guess so.

Come on, come on. Where's the wooden chest?

Alright, Corey.

Everything's under control, deacon.

Oh, Uncle Curt.

Marybelle, thank goodness, you're safe.

Easy, easy.

Now, face up, Corey. The worm's turned.

It turned right around again, worm.

There's two things I'm taking with me when I leave here.

It's Miss Marybelle and the gold.

Drop the gun, deadbeat.

Alright, move out.

Easy.

You, open the vault. Move!

Don't get nervous, Maverick. It'll be all over in a minute.

Alright, Corey. I'll take this.

Those that sin shall repent.

Watch those generalizations, deacon.

Mr. Maverick, would you kindly assist me

to take this chest of gold out to my wagon?

- My pleasure, deacon. - It's rather heavy.

Oh! Yes, it is heavy.

You know, deacon, it's not like I get a chance like this.

I mean, it's kind of a nice experience knowing

that you helped me carry a big chest of..

Rocks?

Gold? Where's my gold?

Oh, we saw the gold in one of these chests.

You saw it, I saw it and Marybelle..

Marybelle?

'Marybelle?'

Deacon, are you, uh, sure that you reformed your niece?

Ho!

- Going somewhere? - Ah..

May I help?

Say, that's a heavy bag.

Poker chips or rocks?

You know very well what's in that bag.

I have my suspicions, but I don't know how it got there.

Well, while you were asleep the other night in the jail

Oscar was too.

'So I, I just came in'

'and the keys to the cell were right there.'

I sent the bag ahead by stage.

Oh, Bart, honey, there's plenty there for both of us.

And with that stage leaving in just a few minutes

why, we could be in Clover.

Yeah, we could be in trouble.

I overheard. My own niece, it's a disgrace.

I have a better cure for her than the sheriff, Mr. Maverick.

Oh, what's that, deacon?

We have a new mission in Northern Canada

right near the Arctic Circle.

'She'll have plenty of time to repent.'

Do you agree, Marybelle?

I don't see that I have much choice.

Bart, I don't suppose you'd like to come along?

No, thanks. The nights are too long for me.

Now, just a minute.

I'm a passenger on this train and you've got to stop..

Hey, you can't do this to me. I have a ticket.

Oh, yeah?

♪ 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 ♪♪