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There's an innocent man serving life for that job, and you're gonna get him up.

I wouldn't try

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My name's Maverick, named after my pappy.

He's the man who said, hell has no fury like a man who loses with four of a

kind.

One of these friendly fellas had the four of a kind.

Where did that shot come from?

Get out of here!

Oh, easy, easy.

You wouldn't want to go shooting me now, would you, after I saved your life? I'm

sorry.

They left me just a wee bit nervous.

Where'd you drop from?

Nice little ledge about ten feet up.

I was there waiting for the stage. Lucky for you.

Yes, indeed.

You look kind of beat.

Here, take a pull on this.

Oh, thanks.

That's a funny place to wait for a stage.

As good as any.

You know, I'm kind of glad you came along.

Of course, I could have handled this job by myself, but it's a lot more fun with

two.

Job? Hold up the stage.

Oh, you want a smoke?

Here. Thanks.

You know, when I was a boy, I always wanted to rob a stage. Somehow or

I never got around to it.

I hope this is not going to be too big a disappointment to you, but I'm just

a... Ordinary law -abiding citizen.

Aw.

What were you doing teasing that posse then?

It wasn't a posse, friend.

That was a passel of very disappointed poker players.

One of the hazards of my professions, Mr... Dolan.

Lefty Dolan.

I'm Brett Maverick.

Well, I am disappointed, Mr. Maverick.

Here I figured you'd at least robbed a bank or something.

Turns out you're only a tin horn gambler.

Well, we can't all rob banks.

That's true enough.

Our society is unevenly divided between the criminal and non -criminal classes.

Me? I'm about as uneven as you can get.

Any criticisms, Mr. Maverick?

Nope. I never criticize a man who saved my life.

And I never rob a man whose life I saved.

Even when I know he's carrying the winnings of a big poker match.

And I don't even own a horse.

Neither do I now.

Own a horse.

I still have the winnings.

Would you mind if I made a suggestion?

Let me make it.

Half of the money I've got's yours. You've earned it.

No, that's no good either.

Tell you what.

You stake me to $30 cash with the promise of a good horse and a new outfit

the end of the line, and I'll buy my passage on that stage like a good

Mr. Dolan, you've got yourself a deal.

And I hope I bring you as much luck as you've brought me.

I don't bring many people luck, Mr. Maverick.

Gents, if you're holding me up, you're sure going to be disappointed.

Us hold you up?

Do we look like road agents?

Well, who don't?

See, I've been robbed on this run so many times, half the time I'm driving

empty. Just like right now.

Nobody's aboard and ain't nothing for you to take.

Well, I never entered our heads.

We just want to buy passages, all.

You mean, you mean paying customers?

Yes, sirree.

This will be a pleasure.

Yes, sirree.

Before they get killed, I'm running for mayor next month.

Talk about luck. This could have been us holding us up.

You wouldn't have got anything. Nobody would be in here.

Ho, ho!

There goes my new horse and outfit.

As soon as we stop, you step outside.

You're alone, see?

Why take the chance?

Step outside.

You the only passenger?

Afraid so.

Slim pickets.

Well, no, not so slim.

Carrying enough money for six men.

Matter of fact, he used to belong to six men.

Thief or gambler?

Gambler. Well, your luck's run out.

Drop your gun belt.

Take a look in the coach.

You got some rope?

Yes, sir.

Come down here and tie him up.

He may be a mare yet.

Good thing we didn't hold it up, huh, Maverick?

Now look what happened.

I think I'll get you to the doctor.

Horses don't run that fast.

Maverick, I hate to remind you of this, but I saved your hide this morning.

You did that?

Now, you've got to do something for me.

Sure thing you know, but don't talk now.

I got to.

Something I got to do.

Five years ago, Dry Springs, Arizona, four of us robbed a bank.

Yeah, let me see.

The bank teller was killed.

A little while later, a man was arrested.

Convicted.

An innocent man.

Mistaken for me.

I did a lot of rotten things in my life.

But this is the only one I can never forget.

Prison for life because he looked like me.

Driver, get in here quick. I want you to hear something.

What was his name?

Ferris.

Jed Ferris.

Now, I never saw him.

But I want you to promise me you'll get him out.

Promise.

I'll do what I can, Lefty.

Who was with you?

Don't ask questions like that at a time like this.

What you want me to hear, mister?

It doesn't matter now.

I'll do what I can.

That's what I told Lefty before he died.

But what could I do?

Nothing.

That's what I kept telling myself.

You betting?

But Lefty Dolan, wherever he was now, kept telling me different.

He's out. What do you got?

My openness is all. Two kings.

Well, my two little pair takes it. You took two cards.

Only kicker, huh?

No. Three nines.

Three nines.

Poker, my friend, is a game that requires concentration.

Oh, do stick around.

Sorry. Something I gotta do before I go broke.

It was a long time later that I paid a visit to Jed Ferris.

And in the meantime, I really had done all I could do.

All anybody could do.

Ferris? Jed Ferris?

Yeah, that's me.

Who are you?

I'm Brent Maverick.

Well, Mr. Maverick, since you've come to see me and I've never heard of you, you

must be bringing news.

Bad as usual?

Well, I wish I could say you were wrong, but in a way you are. It's just that I

know you're innocent, but I can't prove it.

Mr. Maverick, four reputable citizens swore they saw me in that bank.

Now, how do you know I'm innocent?

Because I was told so by the man you were mistaken for just before he died.

But that changes everything.

This is what I dreamed of. They've got to let me out of here now.

The word of a dead man just doesn't seem to count.

I found that out.

And where did you come here?

Just to torture me with a moment's hope?

I'm sorry I came. I was just trying to keep a promise to the man that told me

the story.

Friend of yours, I suppose.

I only met him once.

You know, I've always wondered about him.

Did he really look like me?

No.

He's not as tall as you are, for one thing.

A man holding a gun always looks tall.

And he was left -handed, and so am I.

A newcomer in town.

It's enough to hang anybody.

They nearly hanged me.

The territorial governor commuted to life and lost a lot of friends.

Maybe that explains why he almost threw me out of his office.

among others.

Ferris, I'm sorry I came here. I can just see that it makes things worse.

No, no.

I'm glad you did.

I know now I'll never get out, but there's somebody who knows.

Not just has faith, but knows I'm innocent. You can't guess what that

I can imagine.

No, no, I don't think you can.

You see, nobody saw me that day. I was out mending fence. I sometimes wonder if

even my wife is really sure.

Well, you've gone to a lot of trouble for me, stranger.

Well, I try to do what I can.

I guess I'd better go. Wait a minute.

Would you mind doing just one thing more?

Sure.

Would you...

Would you call on my wife?

She's still in Dry Springs.

That little ranch is all we had, and there were no buyers.

I'd be mightily obliged if you'd give her a message.

Oh, sure.

I'll tell her all about it. No, that's just what I don't want you to do.

What? I want you to say just one thing. This.

Mrs. Ferris, your husband has not changed his mind.

And he wants you to go ahead and do exactly what he told you to do.

He won't take no for an answer.

You got that, Maverick?

That's all?

That's all.

You don't want me to tell her that I know you're innocent?

I'd like your word you won't do that.

All right, if that's the way you want it.

Yeah, that's the way I want it.

So, there I was, playing good Samaritan again.

This time it had to be the end.

But I still had an uneasy feeling that Lefty Dolan was sitting on a silver

somewhere, pulling strings.

Oh, howdy, stranger.

You looking for Miss Ferris?

Yes, I am. She'll be back soon. She's taking a little walk with her pa. He's

kind of poorly. Want to wait?

Well, I guess I'll have to.

My name is Fred Maverick. Ben Maxwell.

I own the Rock and Star spread just north of here.

Say, mind giving me a hand with this board?

Why, sure.

The whole place is practically falling down.

She and her pa can't take care of it, seeing as how he's sick and all.

Well, you're being quite a help.

Well, somebody has to.

Are you a friend of Martha's?

No, I'm just delivering a message.

Well, you can leave it with me if you like.

That's the kind of person.

Oh.

Oh, howdy, Martha.

Look what I got for you.

Mysterious stranger. Name him Maverick. He's bearing a message.

You feel better?

Yes, he's lying down.

How do you do, Mr. Maverick?

I'm Martha Ferris.

You have a message?

Is it from my husband?

Well, yes, ma 'am. Something he wanted me to tell you.

Won't you come into the house?

I'll tie your horse for you. I'll fix you some coffee, and you must stay for

supper. Well, I don't think I have time to stay for supper, but coffee sure

sounds fine.

Sit down, Mr. Maverick. I've got some right on the stove.

You like cream and sugar?

No, ma 'am. Hot and black.

Just right.

Won't you sit down?

How is Jed? They don't let me see him as often as I'd like.

He looked just fine to me.

Is there any news, any hope of his getting out?

I'm afraid there isn't.

I... I thought that might be the message.

No, ma 'am.

He asked me to tell you this.

He hasn't changed his mind.

And he wants you to go right ahead and do exactly what he told you to do.

And he won't take no for an answer.

That was all?

Yes, ma 'am.

Thank you, Mr. Maverick, very much.

I wish it could have been better news.

Forgive me for asking, but... Well, anything to do with my husband is

important to me.

Do you know him well?

No, I only met him once.

Just once, and he gave you that message?

I don't understand.

I mean, were you in prison with him?

No, ma 'am.

Well, then you must have visited him.

You must have had a reason.

They don't let just any... Well... You see, they think he's a murderer.

Why did you visit him, Mr. Maverick?

I can't tell you that, ma 'am.

You know something about this case, don't you?

Very little. But you do know something.

Please tell me.

Is there any hope for him?

I told you, I'm afraid there isn't.

But he's innocent.

You know he's innocent, don't you?

I just feel it, but you know it.

Mrs. Ferris, I'm afraid there's nothing more I can say. I've given you the

message. Did he tell you what it means?

No. Well, then I'll tell you.

He wants me to get a divorce and remarry.

I can understand that.

He's in prison for life.

Can't look after you anymore.

It's the last thing he could do for you. And the last thing that you could do

for him.

I won't do it.

Someday they'll find out the truth and he'll be free.

Mrs. Ferris, I wouldn't wait for that.

I'm going to wait.

I'm sorry.

Goodbye.

Yeah?

You, uh, got news of Ferris?

Well, I told you it was personal.

Oh, no, no, I didn't mean to pry into that. I was just hoping that you had

about him getting out, maybe.

You're hoping?

Well, let's see. On the way, I'll never stand a chance with her.

As long as he's in prison, she'll never turn her back on him.

Well, I think you're right on that last point, anyhow.

I know I'm right. I know her real well by now.

This is worse than fighting a ghost.

But if he got let out... Well, he's only human.

I might have a better chance against him then.

I'd call it a pretty slim chance.

Yeah, they'll never let him out. The whole world knows he's guilty.

Well, no.

He's not guilty.

What? But four people saw him. They were wrong.

It's happened before.

What makes you so sure?

Well, I can't say.

But it doesn't make any difference. I can't do anything about it.

That's too bad.

You move around a lot, don't you?

Quite a lot.

Well, if you ever hear anything, and there's anything I can ever do to help

Ferris get out of prison, remember me. Ben Maxwell.

Will you do that?

I'll do that. Good.

Oh, before you go, would you help me place this timber?

Sure thing.

Always happy to help out.

I got away from there with nothing worse than a broken arm.

But I was wondering if the ghost of Lefty Dolan hadn't hit me with that

just for thinking I'd done enough to settle our account.

Because Lefty wasn't going to let me forget that promise.

Two months later, 200 miles away, he nudged me again, as sharp as if he'd

sitting by my side.

Three feet.

I'm Buster Shatz, hauling my freight.

Sorry to hear that.

Anybody else care to sit in?

I'll take it, world.

500 assorted colors.

Everybody gets his chance here.

Shuffle and deal.

Then if I lose, I can't complain.

Oh, you can complain, all right. Just won't do you any good.

Yeah, like the bank robber said to the cashier.

Look at that left -handed deal.

Remind you of anyone?

Yeah. Only Dolan dealt them faster.

Here he was again.

Lefty Dolan.

Both these men had known him. Maybe the whole story.

It looked like he was out to haunt me for the rest of my life.

I had to have a little private talk with these boys, and I figured I'd get

farther if I got one of them alone.

But that wasn't easy to arrange.

They were partners sharing the same hotel room.

And they were leaving town in the morning.

I had to separate them. Now, I'll take three cards.

Four hours later came the crucial hand. The game was stud.

On the last round dealt, only Rex, Whitey, and I were left.

Rex had two tens showing.

Whitey had a pair of eights.

I had two queens.

Three pair showing.

Not bad for a round of stud.

I'd been playing poker with Rex for a week, and I was sure of one thing.

From the way he had bet the hand so far, he wasn't bluffing. He had the third

ten.

And I was equally sure of Whitey.

He had the third eight.

And the thing I was surest about of all was that I had the third queen.

That made it my pot.

But I didn't want to win it.

They might both quit and go home, and I'd have no chance for a nice private

about Lefty Dolan.

And yet, if I just dropped out, then Rex would take the pot after I'd been

working all night to bust him.

That would put him back in business. The game might go on till morning.

Somehow, I had to throw the pot to Whitey, who had the weakest hand of all.

I'll check it to you, Rex.

You're being real cute, aren't you?

Trying to make me believe you got that third queen.

You know something? I don't think you have.

I know I got three tens.

So I'll just bet $200.

You're a real good bluffer, Rex.

One of the best.

Think so?

I think so.

What do you think, Whitey?

I think so, too.

I'll just see that raises another $200.

Well, come on, come on.

Better drop.

And if you bet,

you better have the right hold card.

Oh, I have, Rex. What do you think?

There's your 200, Rex.

And there's yours, Whiting.

And I think I'll just raise it 200 more.

As you say, better drop.

It's going to cost you $400 to see my third queen.

I can see you don't have that much.

I'll take your I .O .U., but I'd really rather not.

Why don't you just forget it while you've still got enough for breakfast?

You got more luck than 16 Irishmen in a shamrock field on St. Patrick's Day.

You've been catching big cards all night.

True.

Let's not be greedy.

A lot of money in that pot.

What do you say we split it?

This was a critical moment.

If he dropped two, I'd won a pot and lost the game I was after.

Split it.

You wouldn't offer to split it if you had that third queen.

I'll just see you, mister, right now.

You got that third, eh?

Bet I have.

You got that third, Queen?

No, just two pair.

Thought you were trying to run one on me.

Bluffing?

Great jumping, Jehoshaphat, and I dropped.

That should have been my part, not you with your lousy eights.

Poker's a fascinating game, don't you think?

Fascinating? My fat ass fanny's eyeball.

Cash me in and keep the change.

Gentlemen, I think my deal...

Polka.

Unless you're

Fanny Davenport with $10 ,000... and each hand you can fly away.

How are you?

Mind if I talk to you, Rex?

You're cock -eyed right, I mind.

You cost me $800 tonight.

Luck of the game, lad.

You mentioned a friend of mine early in the evening.

Lefty Dolan.

Friend of yours since when?

Oh, about six months ago.

Old little job together.

Wyoming stage.

Nothing big.

Just two passengers on board, and one of them was broke.

Well, it wasn't that bad.

The other man had $1 ,400 on him.

Oh, that's better.

But there was a little mix -up.

When we left, with his bit of shooting, we went different directions.

I've been looking for Lefty ever since to see if I could give him his part of

the take.

How's that again?

Well, you see, I got it all.

$700, that belongs to him.

I was hoping maybe you could tell me something about him.

I can tell you where he is.

You can? Where?

Dead and buried.

No.

In fact, he died in my arms.

Is that so?

How'd it happen?

Uh, he caught a bullet.

Well, what do you know about that?

He told me all about you before he died, and you know something?

He owed me some money, and he made me his heir.

He did?

Yeah, he made a verbal will, leaving me everything.

Of course, it wasn't enough to cover what he owed me, but everything helps.

So you can give me that $700.

Well, that's a terrible shame that they don't recognize verbal wills in Wyoming.

Yeah.

Well, it was worth a try.

Sure it was.

Have a drink.

I don't mind if I do.

Poor old lefty. Oh, yeah.

Too bad he had to get it in a two -bit stagehack after all the high -grade

he pulled.

Oh, yeah, he's been in some big operations all right.

You know, he told me about that little dry springs breakers.

Made $10 ,000 apiece on that one.

How long do you think you'd lose it? About three minutes.

And what was that you said?

You know, that little dust up in dry springs a few years back.

The one with Lefty Dolan and Whitey?

You know, I don't think I know what you're talking about, mister. Oh, I

you do.

There's a man serving life in prison for that job, and you're gonna get him out.

I wouldn't cry that.

Don't try anything, son.

We got a lot more hardware than you have.

Whitey's getting away.

Just don't you try to get away.

That man's dead.

You shoot him? No.

The gun's still hot.

All right, so I did some shooting. I had to. The man who started it's getting

further away every minute. Well, now, don't you worry, son. We'll take care of

him soon enough if he needs it. Look, you gotta get a posse and start after

right now.

And you'll go along with them. You bet I will.

And then just fade away into the dark like smoke, huh?

Nothing of the kind.

Look, are you the sheriff?

No.

But I think like he does.

Come on, boy, let's go.

Why did you go there?

Oh, because I'm a stupid idiot that doesn't know enough to mind his own

business.

But I didn't kill Rex.

Yeah?

How do you know?

How do I know?

It was dark, wasn't it?

The lamp was shot out.

Bullets from three guns were buzzing around like bees.

Is that the way it was?

Yes.

Your gun's a .45.

So is the dead man's.

And he was killed with a .45.

Suppose I was to tell you that the third gun, this Whitey's...

Was a .38.

And I'd say I killed him.

But he was shooting at me.

Even break, huh?

Sure.

Well, no, not exactly. Well, never mind that. It doesn't matter. For the third

gun wasn't a .38.

What? I was just supposing that, remember?

No.

All the bullets in the gun were the same.

Forty -five.

Well, then, maybe one of them was Whitey's bullet.

That's right, but there's no way of knowing for sure. You don't know

I never saw a case just like this before.

The jury would know what to do. They'd have to quit you both.

So what's the use of arresting anybody?

And I ain't gonna go looking for Whitey.

nor holding you.

Young man, will you do one thing for me?

Oh, I guess so.

What is it?

Get out of town, will you?

It's really embarrassing having you around.

I rode south, straight toward the Mexican border, because that's the way

had gone, six hours ahead of me.

I figured that's the way Lefty Dolan would have wandered.

Whitey was an easy man to follow, with that white hair and that young face.

Somebody always remembered seeing him.

Then, one day's ride from the border, and with night coming on, I recognized

country I was in, and I knew where I could find help.

Hello, Maxwell. Remember me? Maverick. Oh, I sure do. Come in. Come in.

You still want to get Jed Ferris out of prison?

Oh, more than ever.

I'm trailing one of the men who robbed that bank. A man called Whitey. Tall,

thin, white hair, young face, riding a red roan.

He's making his way to the Mexican border. He's a few hours ahead of me. If

gets there before... That won't make a bit of difference. I'll have my men on

the trail by sunup. We'll bring him back no matter what side of the border he's

on. Oh, good.

Save you.

Mind if I sit down for a while on something that doesn't move?

You must be pretty tuckered.

Why don't you sleep here tonight?

Accepted. Hey, before you get too relaxed... Oh, I hate to suggest any

riding, but Martha's... What about Martha?

We buried her father three days ago, and she's feeling awful low.

This news of yours would sure perk her up.

Might let her down later on. No, no, she needs to hear something good right now.

And we'll bring him back.

When he gets to Mexico, he'll feel safe. Then's when we'll take him.

Well, maybe you're right.

I know I am.

You know, hearing what you've got to say will be a big help to her right now

when she needs it most.

Well, I guess a few more miles won't hurt me.

I'd like to be there when you tell her, but I've got to start getting things

ready here.

I'll be back in an hour. Good.

Hey, I sure do wish there was someone there with her.

She's all alone except for a housekeeper about 90 years old. You're not worried

about Whitey. I doubt if he'd stop around here anywhere. But he might,

for food or a change of mount.

Well, maybe you're right again.

I'll sleep in the barn. I'll be back at sunup. I'll have everything ready.

All I ought to do is gun you down, give myself a flesh wound, be a big hero.

Oh, Ben, you wouldn't do that after I've come all this way to warn you. I didn't

need warning.

I know all about Maverick. About a month ago, got him on my side.

Well, how was I to know that?

No way, but you knew he was trailing you, so you lead him right to me.

Smart. Was all I could do to get him out of here. Now you've got to beat it.

Well, sure, Ben, I'll head for the border. No, you idiot. That's the

he'll be looking come daylight, where I'll be looking, too, with my men.

You ride straight north. That's one direction he won't look.

I'll get started.

There's a light in the bunkhouse.

I'm curious. Cowpoke wondering who's up at this hour.

We'll do to be seen leaving.

Better wait till midnight.

They'll all be snoring by then.

Miss Ferris?

I know it's a little late for a visit, but... Mr. Maverick, I'm sorry.

Come in.

I didn't mean to startle you, but... Well, both Ben Maxwell and I felt that

there were some things you ought to know tonight.

Teresa, would you make us some coffee?

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

You've seen Jed again, haven't you?

Well, no, ma 'am, I haven't.

But there's a chance, if things work out right, that we'll all be seeing him

very soon. If things work out right.

Well, tell me what happened.

I ran into two of the men who helped rob the bank.

One of them is dead now, and the other's trying to get across the border.

But Ben will have his men on the trail at dawn, and I think we'll bring him in.

Thank God.

I knew I was right never to stop hoping.

Thank you, Mr. Maverick, very much for coming and telling me.

I just hope it works.

It will. I know it will.

I guess you know that Ben Maxwell is in love with you.

Yes, but I told him I'd never marry him.

How long have you known him?

Five years.

Ever since the trial.

The trial?

Didn't he live here before then?

No.

Why? What's wrong?

Oh, Maxwell was going out of his way to get me out of his place tonight.

I just felt that he'd want to come here and tell you the news and what he was

going to do about it.

But he insisted that I do it.

That just doesn't fit.

He first showed up here at Jed's trial?

Well, a lot of people came to the trial.

But, well, Ben was there every day.

He told me later that he kept coming there because he'd fallen in love with

He said that was the reason he bought the ranch next to mine.

Just a stranger passing through?

No, he came here looking for ranch property.

And dropped in at the trial and fell in love with you?

He is in love with me.

I've never wanted it, but I know that it's real.

I believe it is, too.

Would you know how much he paid for that ranch?

Why, yes, we all knew the price that they were asking.

Ten thousand.

Ten thousand.

The men who robbed that bank, were they wearing anything to cover their faces?

Yes, they wore bandanas.

One man's fell off.

The left -handed man Jed was mistaken for.

Of course.

It fits.

It all fits.

What are you talking about?

Of the four men who robbed that bank, I found three of them.

Now, what happened to the fourth man?

I can tell you what might have happened.

When a man was arrested and brought to trial for that robbery...

The fourth man came back to see the trial.

Maybe to see how he stood or just out of curiosity, but he came back.

Now, he knew he was safe because no one had seen his face.

Whatever his plans were, he changed them.

Seeing a face like yours has changed the plans of a lot of men.

No, it's not true. It can't be.

It's just suspicion.

Because Whitey wasn't headed for the border at all.

He was leaving me straight to the fourth man.

Ben Maxwell.

All right.

Nobody's stirring.

Time for you to get out of here.

Wait. Turn off the lamp.

Are you sure no one saw you putting your horse in the barn?

Yeah. I take him out quiet.

Walk him out of earshot.

When I set my men looking for you in the morning, I don't want anyone wondering

if I had a visitor outside of Maverick tonight.

Take it easy, Whitey.

looks scared.

All you have to do is write your name on a piece of paper.

That's all I want from you.

Sign your name under the writing.

What'd you say?

Oh, just tell us the truth about the little bank robbery back about five

And it clears Jed Ferris. And push me right in the middle of it? That's right.

Now, what'd make you think I'd sign that?

Well, so you can get on your horse and ride over the border.

I ain't signing nothing. They'll never prove that job on me.

Maybe not.

I hope there's another matter.

Your friend Rex died, you know. I never killed Rex.

Oh, yes, you did.

Who's gonna prove that you were shooting, too?

But I was using a .38. Rex was killed with a .45.

At least that's what the sheriff said.

That's why he let me go and he's looking for you.

It's a .45 you're holding, man.

It's a different gun.

The sheriff took the other one. Part of the evidence.

And I've got the rest of it right here.

Your gun and you.

You know, there's two sheriffs looking for you, Whitey.

Mrs. Ferris is on her way here right now with a local one.

So you haven't got much time.

Give me the paper.

Hunker down in that corner over there before you strike that match.

No.

You forget about the matches. I'll tell you what it says.

I, the undersigned, helped rob the bank at Dry Springs on May 8, 1872.

The four men who did the job were Whitey Brandon, Rex Clark, Lefty Dolan, Ben

Maxwell, who owns a rockin' star ranch outside of Dry Springs.

And Jeff Ferris didn't have anything to do with it.

Now here's a pencil.

Write your name.

Hold it, Maverick.

Step away from him, Whitey.

better if you're killed with Whitey's gun.

All right, boys, stay back. This is the sheriff. Everything's under control.

You made good time.

Did he sign it?

No, Ben shot him first.

Right.

Ben. Right.

He wants the paper.

Thank you, Ben.

Two months later, Jed Ferris came home to stay.

It had taken almost a year out of my life off and on, but now it finally

worth it.

Well, how about it, Lefty?

Will you leave me alone now?

Well, there weren't any lightning flashes or thunderbolts, so I guess it

over now.

And I was firmly reminding myself of one of the last and most important things

my papa ever told me.

Love your fellow man, and stay out of his troubles.

If you can.