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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?