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What are you trying to do?

The tide's out, ma 'am.

You couldn't drown in that Sacramento mud if you had a cannonball under each

arm.

Don't cry.

Please.

That's better.

Now, what brought you to this?

Men?

No, sir.

Cats.

Cat?

Myths of... Modesty blamed.

Bretman, can I take you home?

I don't have a home.

Well, now, there's a coincidence.

Neither have I.

Suppose we discuss the cold world over a hot cup of coffee.

A Warner Brothers television production.

There, now, isn't that better?

You're so kind, Mr. Maverick. So strong.

We're all strong enough, ma 'am, to bear the misfortunes of others.

Now, tell me the word.

You said something out there about cats?

That's right.

Only I hadn't even bought the cats.

Two men held me up tonight and took every penny I had.

$500.

You were planning on buying $500 worth of cats?

That's right.

That's why I sold my gold claim in Paradise.

They need cats in Paradise, Mr. Maverick.

Need them desperately.

To join the heavenly chorus.

No, silly.

Paradise is a small mining town. And they're having terrible trouble with

Some of them are probably friends of mine.

No, these are real rats. And mice, too. Oh, they're the worst.

Like in so many camps.

The little creatures multiply themselves in the mine tunnels.

They infest the poor miners' cabins. And they're robbing the storekeepers blind.

Well, haven't they heard that traps are poison?

Oh, these mice thrive on poison, and they laugh at traps.

Cats, Mr. Maverick, that's the only weapon.

For a prime mouser in paradise, a girl could get $50.

$50 for a little old house cat?

More for a mean old gnarly cat.

How many souls are there in paradise that need cats, I mean?

Oh, about... 200 cabins and 200 cats.

200... Well,

that's a fortune.

Yes, it is.

That's why I risked every penny I had in the world.

Oh, I know I was greedy.

A girl could be happy on half as much.

So could a boy, Miss Blaine.

What's this?

Oh, a $1 ,000 bill.

That's every penny I have in the world.

It is now the working capital of the Consolidated Cat Corporation.

My, a $1 ,000 bill.

Tomcat Wanted.

The person below will pay two dollars for cats delivered to Hanrahan's stable.

Brett Maverick and Modesty Blaine.

But why only boy cats?

They travel smoother.

I thought they always fought.

Only in mixed company.

Oh, I almost forgot. No black cats.

Why, the mice superstitious?

No, but the Sheriff of Paradise is superstitious about black cats. And

under ladders, things like that.

Oh, he'd be very angry at us. And there's no profit in punctured cats.

Quick on the trigger, is he?

Quicker than a cat.

No black cat.

You did a good job, Mr. Hanrahan.

Yeah. And I thank you kindly. Yes, sir. Much obliged. Much obliged.

I'll tell you my work.

Of course, I'm not a nosy man, you know.

But do you mean to stand there bare -faced and tell me that you're going up

the mountains with 200 of them screaming felines and that thing?

Bare face, Mr. Hanrahan.

I'd rather shave the devil with a toothache.

Well, I got a pretty girl to ride with.

Oh? My partner.

Smells like a swamp with the sun on it. Smoked catfish.

Nobody but a woman could make a man this foolish.

Oh, I got customers coming.

Hey, what's that?

Catnip, of course.

Of course, catnip. We take every picard.

You Mr. Maverick? That's right, son.

Two dollars a cat?

That's right.

You're ten.

Hey, two dollars for a cat?

Two dollars is a fair price, wouldn't you say?

I'm glad I got my money first.

All right, boys, now you step up. Give the lady your cash and I'll give you

two dollars. There you are. Here, thank you. They're all boy cats, aren't they?

Ah, you got four.

There's four dollars. Keep them in the family. That's right. There's two for

you.

You ever notice how nice the evening smells when there's money in the air?

Oh, Mr. Maverick, you've opened up a whole new life for me.

Bright and full of promise.

Well, good. You run over to the boarding house and pack your bags. We're almost

on our way.

I hate to mention it, but I do owe them $20.

Here.

You take $30.

And bring back a bottle of wine. We'll have one for the road. Thank you, Mr.

Maverick. Brett.

Thanks, partner.

Oh, Mr. Maverick.

Brett. I reckon I had known men like you.

But they were in books.

And they clanked in armor and ate at round tables.

Evening, little lady.

But haven't you come to the wrong place?

Oh, I hope not.

I have $20 and... Well, I'd like a man disposed of.

Well, now, would you like both his legs broke or have his body thrown in the

river?

Well, I'm not quite sure.

Which is cheaper?

Money, huh?

See, maybe the two of us can both make a few dollars.

The sailing masters in San Francisco are pleading for help.

Seems like when their sailor men hit these golden shores, they lose their

for the sea.

A good, strong body brings $40.

And he gets a nice, slow voyage to Singapore under healthy ocean breezes.

You can do all that for $20?

Oh, yes, ma 'am.

You pay me the $20, and when the men pick him up from you, they pay you $40.

I make money, you make money, and a lost soul gets a chance at a new life.

Well, I must say, sir, you're a most understanding man.

Oh, but he's sly, this one, and powerful.

I think he might need a mild sedative.

Uh -huh. Oh, yeah.

Grandma Otis back at my boarding house just insisted on fixing us a supper and

putting in a bottle of her blackberry tonic.

Oh, I'll pour.

You just sit at the round table and let me wait on you.

My, it's a lovely bright night, isn't it?

Oh, it's a perfect night for cat travel.

Moon shining through the trees, balmy air.

Regular spooning weather, you might say.

You might say.

If I didn't, ma 'am, I wouldn't be your clanking knight in armor.

Here, this may help you to clank.

To the prettiest partner a man ever had.

Grandma Otis really mixes a tonic.

Oh, little of this, little of that.

I wonder how she got so many tigers in one bottle.

It's his nibs, the Duke of Sacramento.

Who are you?

What's that sound out there?

That's California's Golden Gate, lad, creaking in the cold fog.

I'm in San Francisco?

Look, friend, there's been some mistake.

No mistake.

A man can't pick a happier life than the sea. Now, just sign on this line.

What is it?

Just sign it. Ships, articles, every crewman signed it.

Shanghai? No, Singapore.

You're bound west for Singapore on the island trader.

Captain Puget commanding. You can make your fortune in the land of space.

Well, I never turned down money, your honor, but I've sort of made my fortune

the land of mice.

Careful, bucko. No, I'm serious.

You've made a bad choice, captain. I'm no sailor. I'm a businessman.

In what line?

Right now, I'm in cats.

Cats, is it?

Ever meet one with nine tails, bucko, my lad?

Hey, he's pretty funny, Captain. He must keep your crew in stitches all the

time, huh? Listen, my fancy friend.

We paid $40 for you.

For $40, we're going to get sweat or blood.

Makes no difference which one.

Now, sign the paper.

I'm not signing anything.

How many lashes, Captain?

One cut for every puff of smoke.

It's fine.

I'm considering it.

What you ship there, matey?

Don't know.

Some blood boat bound for Singapore.

Captain Puget commanding? That's her.

Oh, good. I got a man for you here.

Is he breathing? Of course he is. He's a perfect specimen.

Sunny disposition.

You'd never tire him out.

Thirty -five dollars.

Fifty. Forty.

It's a deal.

Take him out by the heels.

Thanks for the business.

Oh, thank nothing of it.

Tell him the Duke said to write when he gets a chance.

We got more, folks. We got more. All right. What do we got here? Oh, look at

this. A brown and white. A real rat catcher, aren't you?

They're going fast, folks. There aren't many of these beautiful animals left.

What's that you say, madam?

Look at this. Look at this. Isn't this a marvelous cat? This is a wonderful cat.

A real rat killer, folks. A real rat. What do I hear? Fifty dollars?

Fifty dollars? Anybody else? Fifty -five.

Fifty -five dollars.

Who else? Who else is on there? Look at the president.

You get this.

You are the sheriff.

What do you want?

Well, Sheriff, I have a rather delicate job for you.

I'm a victim of fraud, perfidy, mayhem, kidnapping, and misappropriation of

funds. Well, suppose you point out the guilty party.

Right over there.

We got just one

more left, folks.

This is the last cat.

Blended specimen. Oh, yes, he's a very fine cat.

Kill anything smaller than a coyote.

As the mayor of our city to this little lady.

Thank you, Mayor.

I'm sorry, folks. There are no more cats. There's no more to auction today.

Howdy, Miss Blaine.

Anchor chains and me, we clank, remember?

She must have took a spell.

She'd take anything that wasn't nailed down.

Now, just a minute, stranger.

Who might you be?

I might be bred maverick, but to this little lady, I'm Santa Claus.

Oh, stop him!

Oh, now, Lady Guinevere, you owe me and the round table $5 ,000.

Who are you?

Less expensive than San Francisco.

Scratch, stop him. He's trying to take our money.

Sheriff, this is the heartless criminal I told you about.

I put up the money for this wagon load of cats, but I'm willing to drop the

charges for half the $10 ,000.

Ever seen this dude before, Modesty?

No, I never did.

Oh, come on. I have half the school kids in Sacramento as witnesses.

But I'm not vindictive.

All I want's my share.

Your share?

Just happens stranger that I put up the $500 this little lady took down to

Sacramento to buy cats. You?

Of course he did.

Now, Scratch, you take this money and put it in your safe.

And you lost his stake at some pharaoh table. Now, go ahead, tell him.

And it also happens that you got your hand on a little lady who's going to

become my wife.

Now, you just climb on your horse, mister, and get out of here. Now, wait a

minute. I believe you're the real authority here, Mr.

Mayor. Yes, yes, I am.

Mayor, you like Bemis.

Now, Scratch, I think... Bemis, when you start thinking, folks better get out of

the way of falling rocks.

I said you're leaving town. You got two minutes by a good watch.

Oh, but Sheriff, that's my... You really want to argue, mister?

You got a gun?

Well, paradise lost.

Oh, Miss Blaine.

I've bought a lot of gifts for a lot of lovely ladies.

But never a truce, though.

I'll be back.

be a maverick.

Name of breath.

Pharaoh Jack Norcross.

Never figured to see a maverick on the road to paradise.

Well, it's just as rough and rocky as they say. Where was it last time? Santa

Fe? Vancouver?

Fort Union.

How is business lately?

Booming, breath.

They don't hardly keep cool.

What you doing away from a card table?

Well, I got stopped at the pearly gate.

The sheriff didn't even bother to look me up in the book. He just threw it at

me. Sheriff named Scratch Manning?

That's right.

And you keep your eye on him, Jack.

He's sort of smoky.

Oh, good grief.

That's him. I gotta get going. Now, stay here, boy.

Jack, as my old pappy used to say, a man who sticks his head in the sand makes

an awfully good target. Well, he won't spot us here. I'll take our horses.

What do you mean he won't spot us?

Your marble orchard is the one piece of paradise he's scared of.

How do you know?

I got a letter from some bug named Bemis.

Not Mayor, you lie, Bemis. Well, I just might be a friend of yours.

You're welcome to it. Well, he's meeting me right after sundown with the money.

The money for what?

I mean, for who?

Why, for the sheriff. Old Scratch Madden. That's what I've been trying to

you. Now, why would the mayor want to kill his own sheriff?

Scratch is getting too tall for his braces. Gunned the two citizens that

against him. Election day and nine men sent.

He's taking cash for protection from the merchants while the mayor's plumb

scared of him.

Uh -oh, he's coming back.

Police checked you down the trail. Figures you're out of the county by now.

Just tie your horses up here. He won't spot us.

Why won't he spot us?

Jack, you know something that I don't. He won't even look in this direction.

He's skittish about graveyards, Beamer says.

And almost everything else since that night in Deadwood, Bill Hickok got

holding aces and eights.

Aces and eights? Dead man's hands?

Well, it was the sheriff first named the dead man's hands.

It seems that old Scratch was sitting in the same poker game the same night when

a black cat jumped up on the table before the smoke came.

He's been the most superstitious man in the state ever since.

Well, I'm a little superstitious myself.

How about a nice little game of straight stud before sundown?

That's a nice place right over there.

Customer's coming.

Who's that with him?

That's the lady who skinned me in cats.

It's also the lady who's going to marry the sheriff.

Marry the sheriff?

Yeah, and don't you turn your back on her, Jack. I never do. Ain't polite to a

lady. You got a gun?

Got the stubby here.

We'll cover me, huh?

Jack Norcross is the name.

I'm Mayor Bemis, and this is Miss... Miss Modesty Blaine.

Please. I do.

Don't you have a card?

Well, I'm fresh out of them.

Business has been to good.

I'm bucked up through the summer.

Well, you chose a good man, Modesty. It was you who chose me?

Oh, yes, it was indeed.

You mean you're intended and mine are the same fella?

How'd you know about me and the sheriff?

Oh, fella.

Met going out of town. Named Maverick?

Might have been.

Well, how far out of town? Oh, now, now, Lily, modesty, this there doesn't

matter. Because, you see, Mr. Norcross, Miss Blaine decided quite a long time

ago not to marry our sheriff.

And, uh, but, well, she... she didn't have the heart to tell him. Well, I

that sweet.

Better to let him die happy.

Well, it... it is kind of that way, isn't it?

You see, Sheriff Manning has been real ill -tempered lately, always shooting at

people. Indeed.

A real bad risk as a husband.

Well, a girl just must look towards peaceful days.

Don't you think so, Mr.

Norcross? Sure must, Miss Modesty.

Sweet little woman like you.

I'm just proud to lend a helping hand.

Now, now, that settles everything.

I have your money, sir.

Well, no, no, no, you lie. Everything isn't settled. There's just one more

thing. What do you mean?

Wait just a minute. You know that fellow that you met going out of town named

Maverick? Yeah. Oh, yes.

Well, he rode into town today with some absurd idea that I owed him money.

Well, he actually threatened me. Yes. Him?

He couldn't hurt nobody.

Oh, well, of course he could.

Well, you know, a girl alone is so defenseless.

Well, look to North Cross.

If he comes back to town, would it be imposing on you too much to ask you

Take care of him?

Well, that's your regular fee, of course.

Now, I just happened to have brought with me $200 today.

One, two... Thank you, ma 'am. I'd be proud to oblige you. Mr. Maverick's a

trusting soul.

Quite sweet, actually.

Oh, I don't think he'd give you any trouble.

Don't you worry about a thing, Miss Modesty.

He's as good as dead and sung of.

Well, we'll see you back in town just as soon as the smoke lifts. Yes, sir, and

it's a pleasure to do business with such lovely people.

All right, come on, Mother Steve.

Jack?

Yeah?

Did I hear you making a deal with that... Female to put a lily in my hand?

Got the money right in my pocket.

Well, that's not ethical, Jack.

Not what?

Fair and square, true blue.

To, you know, take money for goods that you won't deliver.

Why won't I?

Because we're old friends.

Sure we are, Brett, but you remember that night in Dallas when we had that...

Yeah, yeah, I remember, but...

I'm thinking about tonight.

You really aim to earn that $200?

Well, I sure do.

Man's got to be practical.

Gunning's my business.

Well, poker's mine, but... Now, don't tell me you wouldn't take my last $2.

Because you done it that night in Dallas.

Remember?

Yeah, that's right, I did.

A man in my line doesn't know how long he's good for, Brett.

He's got to get all the work he can get, not let sentiment interfere. Now, you

can understand that, can't you?

I guess I'll have to.

But, Jack, Modesty, she doesn't know that I never left town.

And she doesn't see me.

That's as good as being dead, isn't it?

Well, since we're old friends, we serve the same purpose.

But you've got to promise not to show.

If you do, I've got to shoot.

Or else give her back her $200.

It's like you said. It's not ethical.

Don't you worry about that, Jack.

I may be seeing her, but she won't be seeing me.

So long, Jack.

That's what I call a thinking man.

Yes, sir?

Where's Scratch Manor?

You must be... New in town, yeah.

You ain't big enough to bluff.

That pair of deuces wouldn't get an angel a free lunch in heaven.

You're just wasting the little woman's money.

I'm buying chips, banker.

Thought there'd be more than just cats on the prowl tonight.

Like maybe a sly fox.

As my old pappy used to say, a fox isn't sly.

He just can't think any slower.

Put it back, Maverick.

I've gone to a lot of trouble for that money.

Modesty, don't you think you'd sleep better if you just let me have my share

leave town?

You won't need it where you're going.

I've already arranged for your departure.

Yeah, I know.

But... Just my original $1 ,000 so the taxpayers won't have to bury me?

Lock it up.

I've got a man waiting to buy me a drink.

Pharaoh Jack?

He's a real old friend of mine.

An old friend?

Then I've wasted my $200.

You never wasted a dime in your life.

He'll shoot.

But a real old friend?

What kind of principles does the man have?

Modesty, my dear young lady, the same as yours.

Well, in that case, maybe we better find Mr. Fay Rojack.

Mister, them cards got a liking for you that ain't normal.

You want to quit, Sheriff?

Cash in?

One of us has liked to cash in for long.

Me and him.

Meaning you've been dealing off the top, off the bottom, and off the in

-between.

You see that, everybody?

Ain't room for a crooked gambler in paradise. Take back your stakes, boys.

You boys afraid of this lead pusher? Here's your money. You touch a dime of

money and I'll put a hole through you till high to mountain.

You will, huh?

Well, just keep your hands above the table and stand up.

My pleasure.

Which one of you sicked this black blowhard on me?

Gimel!

You're that underhanded, even for an undertaker.

Oh, not me, Scratch. We're business partners.

Scratch!

Here's your man.

You!

Paradise can be mighty hot.

Two for folks who don't know how to take orders.

Modesty.

Draw, dude.

Now, wait a minute, Sheriff. I don't even have a gun.

Somebody get my iron.

Hold it, Sheriff.

Don't you think we ought to consider all the factors?

Pharaoh Jack there, he's the 12th man you killed.

I'd be number 13.

That's a bad number.

13?

For you, maybe.

Bad for both of us.

And there's something else.

The hand that Pharaoh Jack dealt you.

A pair of eights and a black ace.

Go ahead, Sheriff.

Look at the whole card.

Go on, look.

Aces and eights, a dead man's hand.

We haven't met, Mr. Maverick. I'm Floyd Gimble, the town undertaker.

What can I do for you?

I wanted to ask you a question.

How did you know what was in Scratch's poker hand back there?

Well, I saw the pair of eights, and the ace is showing. Knowing Pharaoh Jack

never leaves anything to chance, I just bet on the second ace.

Quick thinker.

Sure wish you could help me, Mr. Maverick.

Always glad to oblige.

You want to measure me now?

Oh, I don't want to measure you out. It's Scratch Manon. You see, Scratch, he

collects 10 % protection money from most of the merchants in town.

I'd be glad to pay him 10 % to protect me.

Oh, yes, but because I'm the undertaker and he sends me so much business, I have

to pay him 25.

He's got a point there, Gimbal.

Heavy traffic tonight.

Ah, sooner or later you see everybody you know out here.

Hey, look.

Modesty in the mayor?

Why, everybody knows they've been smoozling.

Everybody in town except Scratch Manning.

Except Scratch?

Maybe I can help you with your problem after all, Mr. Gimbel.

You run into town, tell the sheriff to come out here.

Oh, he won't come through that gate.

Not through the gate. He can stay outside the fence.

You just tell him what modesty and the mayor are up to, he'll come running.

Oh, but I... Don't gavel, Gimble. Get him.

You better know what you're talking about. I had two pairs in that hand just

now, and they was both kings.

Oh, Eula, I don't know what to say.

And I don't know what to do.

Marry me modestly.

I'll provide for you and I'll cherish you.

For better or for worse, in sickness and in health.

Till death do us part.

Yes, but that'll be almost immediately.

Scratch will kill you, sure.

I boosted Scratch Manning into office and I'll boot him out.

I ain't scared.

Modesty blamed.

I thought you weren't scared of him.

Actually, there are more people here than there are left back in town.

In a manner of speaking, yes.

What's he doing?

Right now, Mr. Mayor, he's kissing your girl.

He's kissing my girl.

You all right, honey?

Oh, but I was so shocked.

I don't know what that man had in mind.

A sweet little woman like you wouldn't know. Best not think of it.

Bemis, you're going to have to come out of that witch's orchard sometime.

And when you do, there'll be a gun waiting for you.

Welcome to the club, Mayor.

I do now.

I can't stay here the rest of my life.

I hope you can't run, either.

If you did, they'd laugh you out of every town you came to.

Mayor, you're just gonna have to face up to scratch.

Me? I'm so slow with a gun, I stand in front of a mirror, my reflection will

beat me to the draw.

Better death than dishonor.

Why? Why?

I'm not quite sure.

I fetched Scratch. You?

But it didn't do any good. On the way out, he told me that he gets 30 % off

Bemis. Look, what does he want here?

Well, he's sort of the landlord.

Figured your plan wouldn't work.

Plan? What plan is it?

Well, Mayor Bemis, I had plans for the two of us.

It might work. It might not.

But what have we got to lose?

Scratch will shoot us anyway.

Sure, what have you got to lose?

Would you shut up? You can't lose.

You lie, you...

You just stay right here. I'll be back in about a half hour.

I just don't understand.

I tried the best way I know how to raise a town proper.

And what happens?

I end up hiding in a cemetery.

With an undertaker.

Hey, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Come on, kitty.

Yeah, kitty, kitty. Yeah, nice kitty.

Come on. Hey, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Come on, kitty.

Come on, kitty, kitty, kitty.

That's a nice kitty.

Come on, kitty, kitty.

Here we go.

What's that?

Come on, kitty, kitty.

Come on,

kitty, kitty. Come on, kitty, kitty.

Come on, kitty.

Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Come on, kitty, kitty, kitty. What are them cats doing there?

Why ain't they at work? Oh, they'll be working soon or not.

Here, Gimble, take off my boot.

Demas, you get the other one. What for?

To shine it. Shine it? I'm the mayor of this town. I don't go around shining

shoes. The only thing you're mayor of right now is Boot Hill. And if I'm going

to die with mine on tomorrow, I want them nice and shiny.

So I want you to mix plenty of catnip and smoked fish with polish.

What polish?

This polish.

Right here.

And I got a can of cold water.

What's that for?

Old grannies say that cats are really witches.

So while you're polishing boots, me and the cats are going to mix up a little

mess of bad luck for, uh, old scratch.

And tomorrow morning, you're going to add your share, Mr. Bemis.

The boot.

who's coming back to the land of the living.

What are you doing at my desk?

I'm taking over.

I figured you'd be near in Mexico by now.

You're fired.

You've been drinking.

You heard me.

Best thing you can do is get out of paradise, and the best time to do it is

right now.

And you heard me.

I've taken over this town.

Mr. Mayor, you were fired an hour ago.

That makes us both private citizens.

All right, Mennon.

Step out in the street.

We'll settle this.

What?

You heard me.

All right, let's get going. What are we waiting for?

I never pass up a turkey shoot.

going, you lie boy?

Anytime, you lie.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Am I interrupting something?

Stay out of this, Maverick.

Out of what?

You're aiming to crossfire me. You go down first, mister. I can still kill

before he can draw.

I'm a peaceful man, Sheriff.

Not even armed.

All I'm trying to do is cross the street.

Hold your fire, Sheriff.

That's his constitutional right. Just taking my friends out for an airing.

Got them.

Thirteen black cats, Sheriff.

You won't find nothing in there but an echo, Mr. Maverick.

What are you doing in here?

Just waiting for the smoke to settle.

Who tidied up?

Modesty Blaine.

Oh, they was her cats and it was her money.

How long ago?

You know which way she went?

Two hours. She went south and took the fastest horse in town.

I'll bet she did.

She's quite a traveler.

She's a sweet little lady.

She'll always be welcome in paradise.

Don't want to try to get your money back, Mr. Gibbon? No chance, Mr.

Because it sure is your lucky night.

Yeah, I guess it is.

It was.

Again?

Why, Brett Maverick.

Don't tell me you lost all the cat money.

That's right. It was stolen.

By two men?

Oh, Brett, please. I really am desperate this time.

I was going to San Francisco for some brides.

The tabbies for the Toms in Paradise.

No, silly, real ladens.

Coming down through the gold camps, I met so many lonely miners.

They paid $500 for a wife.

Well, that's chicken feed for a girl like you.

There's a shipment of brides due into San Francisco tomorrow from the east.

I was going to use my cat money.

Our cat money.

To feed and transport a hundred of them back to the motherlode country.

A hundred?

That's $50 ,000.

That's right.

Well, you blame me for wanting to jump?

No, no. Go right ahead and jump. All the suckers are down there in the river.

There's none up here.

Oh, Brett, I've really never met a man like you.

Not even in books.

You know, knights in armor would have sunk out there. No, I'm serious, Brett.

You weren't thinking about yourself when you went in after me?

No, I was thinking about a hundred brides and $50 ,000.

Not about me?

Just a little.

Well, maybe just a little.

As my old pappy used to say, you can be a gentleman and still not forget all you

know about self -defense.

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

Riding the trail to who knows where, luck is his companion, gambling is his

game. Smooth as a handle on a gun, Maverick is the name.

Wild as the wind in Oregon, blowing up a canyon, easier to tame.

Riverboat, ring your bell, fare thee well, Annabelle.

Luck is the lady that he loves the best.

Natchitoches, New Orleans,

living on Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

River, I'll ring your bell.

Fare thee well, Annabelle.

Luck is the lady that he loves the best.

Natchitoches, New Orleans, living on Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West Maverick is a legend of

the West