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You just rest easy in there, son.

Circuit judge will be in town next week. You'll see that you get a fair trial.

How do you do that, Sheriff?

Folks in this town have already tried me. We both know the verdict.

Keep a close eye on him, George. Now.

He's inclined to be the least bit tricky.

Six, seven, eight, nine, three thousand.

Thank you, gentlemen.

I'll give you a chance to get it back tomorrow.

I admire you, mister.

If I knew how to quote when I was ahead, I'd be a rich man.

You're ahead when you've won ten cents.

Stop.

Now, you step in here real carefully.

You got $3 ,000. I want it.

I'd advise you not to do it, son.

$3 ,000 is a lot of money, but it won't bring you happiness.

Not when it's my $3 ,000.

I'll give it a try.

Let's have it.

It's got a hair trigger, mister.

Don't move.

It's not too late to change your mind.

I'll think about it.

I'll turn around so I won't have to kid.

It won't take me long to find you, kid.

So take real good care of my money.

You gonna turn around?

Look, I don't want to have to pull this trigger.

A week later, I was on the kids' trail after a few false starts.

But by cutting down on old habits like shaving and eating, I was making up for

the lost time.

Howdy. Howdy.

Yeah, you look like you just about made it. Almost.

But for a minute, you was U .S. Grand.

Well, it's been a couple of weeks since I had time to shave.

I've been kind of looking for a fella.

I don't suppose he's passed through here.

Young kid.

About, uh, 22.

He was wearing black pants and a checkity black and yellow shirt.

No, he ain't passed through here.

He was headed this way.

Yeah.

He got here all right, just didn't leave.

If it's the same fella he pulled in about three days ago.

Seems to be staying over there at the Paradise Saloon.

Just drinking, I hope. Oh, not him.

No, he put some new life in the local poker game.

He's been over there three days now, taking on all comers.

Would you mind taking care of my friend?

I may be gone a little while.

Sure.

All right, sir.

I think I'll just see that.

Out.

Aces and tens, good enough?

Then we ought to take his boots off.

It's too late.

What happened?

I was never so insulted in my life. What happened?

I knew that kid was no poker player the minute he come in the game.

Accusing decent card players of cheating.

I can't stand a poor loser.

He lost, huh?

Mm -hmm. How much did he lose?

Heck, he must have lost $903 ,000.

Everybody in town's got part of that money.

That's a heartbreaking thing.

Is he a friend of yours, mister?

No, but the money was.

Somebody better tell Bert Nicholson he's got another customer.

Something wrong, ma 'am?

No, I'm all right, thank you.

I'll move on if you want me to.

But if I can help, I'd be glad to do it.

I'll be all right in a few minutes.

There's really nothing wrong.

Any school kid could tell there's something wrong when a young woman is

the street alone at night crying.

And you're freezing.

There's no sense in you getting a chill.

Thank you.

You're very kind.

Would you feel better if you talked it out?

It's really not that important.

I just had a terrible fight with the man I'm engaged to.

I never knew he had such a bad temper.

He just walked off and left me here.

I'd be glad to walk you home.

I don't live here in town.

I live eight miles away.

I think we can make it.

I'm sure there's a buggy at the livery stable.

Mine's Mary.

Mary Shane.

I'm glad to know you, Miss Shane.

And glad to see you feeling better.

I guess I just went to pieces.

Are you warm enough now?

Yes, thank you.

But you must be freezing.

Oh, I'm fine.

You know, that man of yours must be quite a gambler.

I've never known him to gamble.

He is tonight.

Leaving a girl like you alone in town.

We're coming to a very narrow bridge.

It's dangerous if you don't know it.

Maybe I better get out and walk ahead.

Better if I did. I know where to look.

Oh, there.

You go real careful.

I'll follow slow.

Don't move till I tell you I'll call back if it's safe

How

does it look

You all right, Miss Shane?

Miss Shane?

Miss Shane?

Miss Shane?

It's the dumbest thing I ever heard of.

For one thing, there ain't no bridges out that way.

Ain't nothing to put a bridge over.

Somebody put one over on me.

Anybody named Shane live out that way?

Ain't nobody live out that way.

Any Shane that live in town?

I'm not much of a hand at remembering names.

What about faces?

Real nice -looking woman. Good figure, about 25, 26 years old.

Real pretty eyes and light red hair.

Well, there was a red -headed lady living over at Mrs. Plymouth's boarding

house. She fits the description, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't her. Where is

this boarding house?

You turn left down past the hotel.

It's a white two -story house.

Oh, look.

If I was you, I'd just figure I'd been pranked and let it go at that.

You took the lady where she wanted to go and she left you.

You'll find other pretty girls.

I'd rather find this one.

What's so special about her?

The way she's dressed, friend.

That coat of mine has a thousand dollar bill pinned in the pocket.

all you got to do? Run around waking people up 10 o 'clock at night?

Excuse me, ma 'am. I'm looking for a young lady. I was told she lives here.

Well, she don't.

A young lady with red hair. Very pretty. About 26.

Red hair, you say?

Light red hair?

Yes, ma 'am. The name she gave me was Mary Shane.

Oh, she did live here.

Well, could you tell me where I could find her? Well, I'm real sorry, young

I hope Mary ain't a relative or something.

She... Died a week ago.

And you'll have to admit, Sheriff, it just doesn't make any sense at all. I

won't argue with that. There's no sense in it.

A woman's been dead for nine days and is sitting out in the street crying.

And you rent a buggy and take her out to a bridge that don't exist.

And she walks off with your coat and a thousand dollar bill just tucked in the

pocket.

You always keep a thousand dollar bill pinned to your clothes.

That's right, for emergencies.

Uh -huh.

All right, let's pretend I'm not drunk or delirious. Did you know Mrs. Shane?

I knew her and thought high of her.

She had lived in White Rock more than a year, but she was known and respected.

A nice, quiet widow woman, a lady.

Never any trouble that you knew of?

People in White Rock don't get into trouble, Mr. Maverick.

Did she have any kinfolk?

No. No, she was just about going to get married, though. She was engaged to Mr.

Burt Nicholson.

Nicholson?

Who's he?

Mr. Bert Nicholson is a leading citizen of White Rock.

He runs a hardware store and mines his own business.

Maybe I'll drop in on him tomorrow.

Yeah, that ought to make him feel a lot better.

There's nothing like jokes in a time of sorrow.

I'll tell you what might be a better idea.

Why don't you see if maybe there's some money pinned to your pants?

And if there is, get yourself a new coat and a horse and a new town to play in.

Well, I'll think... about that, sure.

Right now, I'd like to play this game out.

Next morning, I took a little ride out to where Mary Kane had vanished.

I hadn't really expected to find a bridge, and it's a good thing, because

wasn't one.

What's going on? What happened?

Things are starting to make sense.

Who are you shooting at?

Somebody was shooting at me.

Oh, I admire you, Mr. Maverick.

You come to a small town like White Rock and you find more excitement here

overnight than home folks do in a lifetime.

You still don't believe me?

You people can go back and finish your naps now.

I try to believe you, Maverick.

My only trouble is, though...

I don't believe in ghosts.

Well, I don't either, especially when they carry Winchester rifles.

Yeah, it did sound like a rifle, didn't it?

Sheriff, ghosts usually wear white.

At least the night riding kind do.

The ghost with the Winchester was wearing a black broadcloth suit.

You know anybody who wears black broadcloth?

Yeah.

There's you.

Nobody else?

There's Burt Nicholson.

He's the one that's engaged to Mary Shane. Yeah, that's right.

Why would a man wear a black suit to run a hardware store?

Because he's the undertaker, too.

What did she die of, Mr. Nicholson?

A bronchial condition.

That's what brought her to this part of the country in the first place.

She was never what you could call a well woman, Mr. Maverick.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Is there anything else you could tell me?

I'm afraid that's all there is to tell.

Well, there was one thing more I'd like to know about you. Mr. Maverick, I'm

sure you'll understand. The past few days have been very hard on me.

I've sustained a very great personal loss.

And the whole subject is one that I find painful to discuss.

Well, I can understand that.

What I wanted to know is, where were you 45 minutes ago?

I was right here.

You see, I have a funeral for tomorrow.

A young man was shot last night playing poker.

I know.

What kind of a gun do you carry, Mr. Nicholson?

Well, I have a Colt 38 revolver.

Half the time, I never remember to carry it.

If you have no further questions, Mr. Maverick... Maybe some will come to me.

I sure hope he don't aim to settle down here permanent.

Thought he looked a little strange when he come in here yesterday.

He sure leads an interesting life.

Buggy riding with ghosts and being shot at by the undertaker.

I think that's real enterprising to Burke, coming up business that way.

He's beginning to look like a real go -getter.

The Undertaker had been nervous, but not careful.

So I managed to get close enough to see what he'd come out here for.

To meet Mary Shane?

No. To play with rocks on a rock slide.

Which made as much sense as holding a funeral for someone who was still very

much alive.

And taking a shot at me for being curious about it.

Now, we wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea of this town, mister.

Don't think all the girls here is that forward.

Take me, I'm a local boy.

Don't ask me to take a buggy ride. Not even the dead ones.

You gotta remember, this Mary Shane was not a town girl.

And in this town, it's always hard to tell the live people from the dead ones.

Mister, we're not like city people.

Folks here in White Rock, they're quiet. They go about their business.

That's one of the first things I noticed.

The liveliest thing seems to be the undertaking business.

Well, now, you ain't still mad at our undertaker, are you?

Undertaker has to make a living just like everybody else.

Oh, you folks are getting me wrong. I'm all for a fellow making a living.

As long as his living doesn't interfere with mine.

I'm sure gonna have to remember that one.

Let's go, Harry.

Hank Foster.

I guess they didn't get to hear the first part of that story.

Afraid it wasn't any funnier than the last part.

They seem to get quite a kick out of joshing you about your girl.

My girl?

Well, this Mary, what's her name?

Oh, it's a local joke.

I hardly know the girl.

Just happened to spend part of the evening with her last night.

Not knowing she'd been dead a week.

You mean real dead or just the type you'd run into in a town like this?

Prettiest ghost I ever saw.

Well, it's sure a pity.

But you can't get mad at the undertaker.

No, I guess you can't.

Did I hear he took a shot at you?

Someone did.

Usually it's the father that does the shooting.

But I haven't had much experience with ghosts.

You don't look like a local boy to me.

Thank you.

Just passing through on business, huh?

Just passing through.

Well... I hope you make it.

Don't let them get you outnumbered.

Good evening.

Evening. Got a nice room on the street side?

I think so.

Maverick.

That's the one over in the saloon that sees ghosts, isn't it? That's the one.

Good friend of Mary Shea.

Shane.

He sure does have a grudge against your local undertaker.

Mr. What's his name? Burt Nicholson?

This poor Burt didn't have enough on his mind already.

Why? Was he a friend of Mary Shane?

More than that.

They was right on the brink of getting married.

Isn't that a shame?

I knew the key to the whole thing was right here.

Probably buried somewhere under the rock.

But where would I begin?

And what was I looking for?

Bert, I'm afraid.

Stop that. Get a hold of yourself. It could be anybody.

It's him. I know it's him.

What are we going to do?

You're going to hide in there quickly.

Clear away some of that, just in case.

Who is it?

I've got to talk to you. Business.

What is it? Who are you?

Are you Nicholson?

Yes, that's right. What can I do for you?

You can tell me where the money is hid.

Money? What money? All of it, mister. $60 ,000 with a Wells Fargo label on it.

Me? $60 ,000?

This is ridiculous. It's going to be worse than that. It's going to be fatal

just about three seconds.

Wait a minute, mister. You've got the wrong man.

No, you've got the wrong man.

You tried to kill a fellow today.

Just because he and I fit the same description.

I don't make mistakes as easy as you do.

Not when there's $60 ,000 in the pot.

I've trailed that money a long way.

And the trail leads right to you.

What would I know about $60 ,000?

What would you know about Mary Shane?

Mary Shane?

She died, they tell me.

Sudden and convenient.

You don't make sense, mister.

I don't, huh?

If I wanted someone to think I was dead, who would I get to help me?

The undertaker.

Why? Why would I do a thing like that?

Because maybe Mary Shane gave you something to do, like part of that $60

When I count to three, this thing goes off.

One. Well, now, wait.

Now, Felton, listen.

Felton, that's real interesting.

I signed the hotel register, Foster.

Two.

Wait, I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

I had a feeling you would.

It's hidden.

It's buried in a box.

Out on the north side of the canyon.

That was a stupid thing to do.

Well, isn't it nice to have neighbors drop in? I think we've had enough of

jokes, Maverick. Did you make a special trip to tell me that?

You had me misjudging you. I thought you was harmless.

You had yourself a real good joke with Burt Nicholson.

But he ain't laughing anymore.

Would you mind telling me what you good people are talking about?

Where were you 20 minutes ago?

I was riding out west of town.

All by yourself?

That's right.

You made it real clear around here that you don't think much of our undertaker.

I don't like being gunned by a man I've never seen before. And you're just the

type to do something about it, is that it? In general.

Sheriff, what are you getting at?

You're under arrest for the murder of Bertram Nicholson. What? And I'm obliged

to warn you that anything you say may be used in evidence against you.

You just rest easy in there, son.

Circuit judge will be in town next week. He'll see that you get a fair trial.

Keep a close eye on him, George. Yeah.

He's inclined to be the least bit tricky.

He's a killer.

I know that the minute he rode into town.

I was the first one he talked to.

And I could tell he was looking for a guy to gun right then.

How was that, Jeff?

Well, he come riding up to my place looking mean as all get out.

Well, he as much as said he was tracking down a man to kill.

Anybody in particular?

Sure. The kid you had to kill in that poker game. Kid in the checkered shirt?

That's right.

And then when he found he couldn't kill him, he started looking for somebody

else. Well, he's learning his lesson the hard way. You just don't come into

White Rock and gun down decent people in their own... Funeral parlor?

If he don't know it now, he'll know it this time next week.

Judge McClure gives that element short shift.

I'd give him shorter than that. I wouldn't even wait for Judge McClure.

been known to turn people loose.

What would you do?

When my daddy was a boy, the way he used to tell it, when they caught a killer,

they killed the killer.

That's the way it ought to be now.

One thing we got plenty of around here is cottonwood trees.

And rope.

We've got peace officers, too.

It's a church.

I hope it stays that way.

Better keep that front door locked.

Afraid I might break out, Sheriff?

No. Afraid the folks in town might break in.

Is it that bad?

Better get that shotgun and keep it across your lap.

I sure will, Sheriff.

Who's out there?

You got a prisoner named Brett Maverick? Who are you?

I'm his lawyer.

Anybody with you?

No.

All right.

Let me hear your guns drop on the sidewalk.

All right, state your business, mister.

I'm here to talk with my client.

And the law doesn't allow anybody to stop me from that.

Go ahead and talk.

The world says we talk in private.

Can you leave me alone with him, please?

I can go outside, but I'll have to lock you in the cell with him.

Well, that's the way they usually do it.

Howdy, Brad.

Good evening.

Open it.

What are you doing here?

I figured you needed a friend.

How'd you guess?

There's sort of a citizen's meeting going on over at the schoolhouse.

The shades are drawn.

You're not the one who cashed in that undertaker, are you?

In this town, I can't be sure he's dead.

Well, over there, they think you killed him.

They're organizing a hanging bee.

If you want to help me, why don't you tell the sheriff about it?

The sheriff can't help you now.

You've just done too much talking around here.

You as much as told him you'd get Nicholson before he got you.

Did I?

And all that talk about that dead girl didn't help any either.

That just doesn't make any sense at all.

You know, I keep getting the feeling that she's tied up with the rest of this

some way.

You really think so?

Why don't you tell me the whole story and maybe I can help you figure it out.

You know what I think?

What's that?

I think you're more interested in Mary Shane than you are Brett Maverick. Are

you her lawyer, too?

All right, you've called me.

And I suppose I have to show you my cards.

That's agreeable with me.

I'm not here in this town by accident.

And I'm not just a tramp cowpoke, either.

I'm a special investigator for the railroad.

Well, doesn't that be it all?

It just happens you know some things I've got to know.

I'm prepared to make you a bargain.

Spell it.

You tell me everything you know about this Mary Shane business, and I'll get

out of here ahead of that lynching party.

Maverick, look, I don't care a hoot about these Cowtown Hicks or who hangs

killing one of them.

All I want is to tripe down some money that was stolen from my company.

And you don't want me to run out of breath before I've talked to you?

There isn't much time.

All right, what's the plan?

Just arm the deputy and lock him in his own jail and just sort of watch him

until you've had time to ride out of town.

Can you do it without shooting anybody up?

Like who?

Like that deputy out there.

I don't want anybody hurt.

Nobody's going to get hurt.

You don't think I want that kind of trouble, do you?

All right, it's a deal.

Good.

Now, the deputy's horse is out back.

You wait for me in that little grove just beyond the west end of town.

Uh... If you'll refute it, I'll manage to catch up with you.

Taylor, any time you're ready.

I think you can let one of us out now.

Come on out and lock him behind you.

Find your hardware out there where you found it.

Thanks a lot, Sheriff.

Good night, Mr. Maverick.

You've got your case in good hands.

If it

wasn't for

you, I could be in bed asleep now.

Don't lose any sleep on my account.

Take your gun out really easy.

Now unlock the door and step out into the street.

I don't want to lose sight of you for a second.

Lock this door.

Step inside.

There's nothing personal about this.

Don't make any noise. We're going out of town.

Yeah. I see you made it all right. Yeah, thanks to you.

Railroad detective, huh?

What's that for?

What were those shots I heard back there?

I thought I heard shots.

Probably some of the crowd at the saloon. The saloon was closed.

Well, that's right, it was.

thought so.

The deputy?

Well, yes.

Why?

Well, if I hadn't those people back there, I'd be looking for both of us.

Thanks. Now they're just looking for me.

You know, Foster, this is a real tiresome habit you're getting into.

This is a second killing you've hung on me.

Why'd you shoot Nicholson?

Well, I'll tell you.

It's a funny thing about me.

I couldn't ride back into town without the answer. And if I was ever going to

find it, a rock slide was the only hope.

Ain't it time the house bought a drink?

I thought you went home for the night.

I did, but I seen your lights go back on.

You sleep with one eye cocked on this place?

I'm just being neighborly. Why aren't you out searching the town with the

others? Well, I figured if you're going to have to mess out on the fun, the

least I can do is keep you company.

And they're what?

They don't seem to be hiding in town.

I don't see them searching the countryside in the dead of night.

Well, since we're all up, we might as well have another drink.

Good evening, Mrs. Shane.

Looks like we're bound to keep running into each other.

How did you find me?

Well, I can tell you, it wasn't easy.

I'll just bet it wasn't.

It's a long way from Montana to Texas when you have to stop and kill people

along the way.

Now, that's a terrible thing to say about anybody.

It wasn't my husband's idea to break out of prison.

He promised me he'd serve his full sentence so he wouldn't have to run

And then you came along.

He wrote me about it.

It was you planned the break.

And it was you killed the guard.

Maybe.

When you found out what you needed to know about the hold -up money, you

my husband, too.

And you killed Bert Nicholson.

You didn't have to kill Bert.

Ma 'am, you're jumping to an awful lot of conclusions.

No, I'm not.

How could you have known where I was? What name I was using?

Nobody but my husband knew that.

And maybe the man he broke out of jail with.

You sound like you were there at the time. I didn't have to be.

It was in the paper when the two of you escaped.

I knew you'd show up.

The paper gave your name and your description.

Yeah, I figured it would.

Ma 'am, I wish you wouldn't stand so close to that one wrong step and you

turn your ankle.

I take it this is where the treasure's buried.

How much money you figure we got here?

Exactly $59 ,400.

I used $600 to live on while I was waiting for my husband.

You sure buried it deep.

The rock slide did that.

It wasn't my idea.

I'd recommend you use the shovel, Mr. Felton.

Fact. I insist on it.

Well, I'll be.

Take those guns out real easy and drop them.

Now, dig.

That's fair enough.

What do you think we ought to do with this money?

I know what I'm going to do with it.

We're going to turn it over to the people it belongs to.

The money and you.

Couldn't you have turned it in when they captured your husband? Saved everybody

a lot of fuss and bother?

I promised him I'd hide out and hold it for him.

I was loyal to him.

And the undertaker, too?

Just you keep digging.

The least you could do was talk to me while at work.

It wasn't my fault I met Bert.

I couldn't help falling in love with him. He was the kindest man I ever met.

But I still didn't tell him about the money.

Not till I read about the jailbreak.

If either one of you had been smart, you'd have dug up the money and hit the

trail right then.

We came to dig it up.

The rock slide was over it.

Ma 'am, I'm thankful to you.

You finally told me why you played dead.

When your husband got here, he'd hear the news and keep on going, right?

Use the shovel.

I'll take that.

I'll take that.

I'll shoot.

I just thought you'd talk a little easier holding a rifle.

I took the precautions to empty it first.

You gonna kill me?

Mrs. Shane, I have a confession to make to you.

My name isn't Felton, and I never knew your husband.

I hope you brought your own coat this time.

That's good.

I've become attached to mine.

Shall we start back toward town?

If you're not Felton, who are you?

My name's Maverick, like I told you before.

I'm just a plain old innocent bystander.

Tell me something, Mrs. Shane.

What was the point and purpose of us going buggy riding?

Bert saw you in the saloon.

We knew Felton was coming and you matched the description.

I was to get you out there where we stopped the buggy and Bert would be

with a rifle.

He was going to shoot me in cold blood? We thought you were Felton.

It was kill or be killed.

Besides, Felton was wanted dead or alive.

Bert didn't show up.

It was a boy killed in a poker game and they came to get Bert and couldn't get

out of it.

Sure is a small world, isn't it?

I didn't mean to keep you waiting, Sloan.

I see you've made good use of your time.

Well, now, that's more than I can say for you. I figured you'd at least have

your feet loose by now.

I've got to talk to you.

You can do all the talking you want on the way to the sheriff's office.

I want to talk in private.

You're among friends.

Oh, by the way, I forgot the introductions.

Mrs. Shane, Mr. Felton.

There's one thing I have to know.

Is my husband dead?

Did you kill him?

I don't like the way you put that.

Let's just say he's dead.

All right, get on your horse.

I don't believe it.

I'm going to tell you something, Mr. Maverick. Up until a half an hour ago

that telegram came in on those two convicts, I still didn't believe you.

It sure would have been a joke on us.

Yeah, wouldn't it, though? I'd have died laughing.

You'll be staying with us for a while, won't you? At least till the reward

through on the Wells Fargo money? That might not be a bad idea.

Sheriff, just how much do you figure that reward will come to?

Well, figuring 5%, I'd say around $3 ,000.

What's the matter, Mr. Maverick?

That's exactly how much the kid stole from me.

I'm just breaking even.

Well, we can take care of that.

I don't suppose you're a poker -playing man.

Well, I've always meant to try it once.

Mr. Maverick, there's no time like the present. And this credit's good.

Right this way.

This way?

Thank you.

We always let newcomers have first deal. Thank you.

Now, let me see if I've got this right.

Each player gets five cards, right?