All language subtitles for maverick_s01e13_the_naked_gallows

You could yell, but it won't do you no
good, mister.

You're a long way from town.

I wasn't planning to yell.

I just want to ask a question.

What goes on?

Maybe you didn't listen too good,
friend.

I said those questions you're asking
could get me lynched.

Now, you've had a nice friendly warning.

Think it over while you walk the four
miles back into town.

Hello. Glad to see you again.

This week, that other unpredictable
maverick, my brother Bart, gets involved

one of the most intriguing mystery
stories ever to come out of the West.

It's called The Naked Gallows.

This is the town of Bent Burr.

A three -day ride south of the Black
Hills.

And Brother Bart had just made that
three -day ride.

Looks a bit seedy, you might say, but
nothing a bath, a razor, and a change of

clothes won't cure.

Now, how many you figure you got there?

147, and they're all beaver.

Yeah.

You do buy beaver, Mr. Full?

Oh, yes, buy almost anything, provided
the price is right and got value to

with.

Well,

I'm open to any reasonable offer.

Well.

Afternoon, Alec. Yeah.

You know, June is a right late date for
winter furs, mister.

I ain't trying to tell you about your
business, but you would have done better

three months back.

I know, but I got banged up in a rock
slide and it took me a little while to

over it.

I'm Barney Fillmore.

Don't recall seeing you in Bent Spur
before.

My name's Bart Maverick, Sheriff.

That was my first visit.

Trying to unload my catch, but Mr. Fall
here doesn't seem too eager to buy it.

Alec Fall wouldn't be eager to buy a hot
stove in a blizzard.

Hey, that's a pretty sizable bunch of
furs.

Considering the kind of winter you had
up in the hills. Yeah. How many traps do

you have out?

Oh, 50, 60.

Well, I'll say this.

Alec will pay a fair price.

That's more than you can say about most
fur buyers north of here.

But then I guess you heard of that
before, seeing as how you come all the

down here to cash in.

That's only part of the reason, Sheriff.

A friend of mine lives in Bent Spur.

As long as I was heading south, I
thought I'd look him up.

Well, that's fine.

What's his name?

Milo Ballard.

Heard he was doing right well around
Bent Spur.

Afraid you heard wrong, Mr. Maverick.

Milo didn't do so well here.

He was murdered.

About 11 months ago.

I'm sorry to hear that, Sheriff.

How'd it happen?

He was shot on his own doorstep.

At night.

And in the back.

He wasn't even wearing a gun.

Well, it's a pleasure meeting you, Mr.
Maverick.

Have a safe trip.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Any reason why I shouldn't hear the
rest?

Well, pretty sore point for the Sheriff.

Town don't blame him, but he can't keep
from blaming himself.

For what?

Well, a young rancher named Cleet Olden
was supposed to hang for killing

Ballard. The only thing was, somebody
helped him break out of jail the night

before. Nobody's seen the hide and the
hair of him since.

Ever learn who helped him break out?

No.

I don't know what you and your partner
would consider a fair price.

I haven't got a partner.

You trapped 140 beaver all by yourself?

147, Mr. Fall.

You want to count them again?

I'm willing to pay $4 apiece for the
whole lot.

In gold.

What do you want?

Well, I want a room.

I was told this is the best hotel in
town.

It's the only hotel.

That's what I meant.

That wasn't very nice of you, sneaking
up on me like that.

I guess you're right.

I beg your pardon.

Bart Maverick.

to scrub floors, Mr. Maverick.

The man who does it is sick, and I'm
just helping my father.

Oh, I see.

I'm Annie Haynes.

My father owns this hotel.

Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss
Haynes.

What room do I get?

The first one on the left upstairs.

It's the nicest.

Well, I hope it has a big bathtub and a
lot of hot water.

The bathroom's at the end of the hall.
I'll heat the water for you myself.

Thank you.

I bet you look a lot nicer without all
that.

Maybe you're right. I've been wearing it
so long I've forgotten.

Thanks.

Annie!

Who's that man, Annie?

Some stranger, Pa.

He rented a room.

I saw how you looked at him.

Your eyes were the eyes of Jezebel when
she enticed the men of Jezreel.

How many times must I tell you to call
me when anybody wants a room?

How'd I know where to find you?

He'll guard your tongue.

Unless you want another touch of the
strap.

Where are you going?

He wants some hot water for a bath.

I'll tend to that.

You'll get back to your cleaning up in
here.

Yes, Pa.

If a man, any man comes around, you're
just like your ma was.

Are you trying to make me believe
Ballard wasn't even wearing a gun after

Overton threatened to kill him?

Nobody knew then just what kind of a
back -shooting snake Overton was.

A little careless of the sheriff letting
Overton break jail, wasn't it?

Wouldn't do for Barney to hear you say
that, even if Myler was a friend of

yours.

You boys look a little thirsty.

What is on the house?

Oh, much obliged, Virginia.

I was beginning to think a war out my
welcome.

Oh, come on, Ben. It's your type of man
that keeps him in business.

Mr. Maverick?

No, thanks.

I've got so many vices, I decided to
pass that one up.

You must tell me about them sometime.

I'm Virginia Corey.

As a matter of fact, I've been hoping to
meet you.

Any friend of Milo Ballard's would have
to be a friend of mine.

We were partners here.

I didn't know that, Miss Corey.

Well, as I was saying, we should get
better acquainted.

When you finish your game, why don't you
stop by my office?

And if you won't take a drink, maybe I
can offer you a cigar.

I'll take you up on that right now.

I was just going to drop out anyway.

Maverick!

Didn't expect to see you way out here.
How are you?

Mike Cardoza, you remember me?

That game up in Omaha about three months
ago.

Hardly forget a man that took $300 off
me.

Afraid it's your mistake, Mr. Cardoza.
Three months ago, I was trapping Beaver

in the Black Hills.

Your name's not Bart Maverick?

Expect you met my brother Brett.

He spends a lot of time between St.
Louis and Omaha.

Your twin brother?

No, there's a strong resemblance.

Well, pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cardoza.

Cardoza?

You, uh, make a mistake?

The name was Bart Maverick.

Leastwise, I think it was.

The best Mr. Maverick, fresh from Cuba.

Milo loved a good cigar.

Like you, he didn't drink.

But you were his friend, you probably
knew that.

There were some things you forget, if
you notice them at all.

How long had it been since you saw him?

A month or two before he moved to Bent
Spur.

Oh, then you lived in Wichita.

Oh, a year or so, on and off.

It's hard to believe he's dead.

It's even harder to believe he could
have been so careless.

Careless? Turning his back on the only
man in town who hated him and not

a gun.

You make it sound like you don't believe
Cleet Overton killed him.

Is that your opinion?

I haven't got an opinion.

I'm looking for one.

Well, I'll do anything I can to help.

You see, I was in love with Milo
Ballard, Mr. Maverick.

The one thing in this world I want to
see is the person who killed him

To be very honest with you, I was never
as satisfied they sentenced the right

person.

Milo didn't have any families, I
remember.

That's right.

Who took over his partnership here?

That came to me, Mr. Maverick.

Milo won, did that way.

Can't be easy for a woman to run a place
like this alone.

Well, it's no trouble.

As long as I keep the whiskey cheap and
the games honest.

The men think of me as one of the boys.

If you're just one of the boys, I don't
want to meet any girls.

I hinted for that compliment. I got it.

Thank you.

Do drop in again, Mr. Maverick, if
you're going to be in town for any

time.

Thank you.

Oh, perhaps there's one thing I should
tell you.

You know, Milo had his reasons for
saying he came here from Wichita.

Truth is, he had never been there in his
life.

He came straight here from San Francisco
with me.

You never knew Milo Ballard.

What are you really after here, Mr.
Maverick?

when i think of an answer to that one
virginia i'll let you know

You could yell, but it won't do you no
good, mister.

You're a long way from town.

I wasn't planning to yell.

I just want to ask a question.

What goes on?

The word's around you're looking for the
man who killed Milo Ballard.

Looks like he found me instead.

You're off your horse, friend.

I didn't shoot Ballard.

Cleet Overton's the man you want.

Did you knock me on the head and drag me
out here just to tell me that?

You come around asking questions, maybe
getting answers.

Some of them leading to me.

That scares me.

So I aim to discourage you, friend.

You're doing a pretty good job of that,
friend.

I want you out of town. A way out and
stay out.

Don't... You get a bullet from a window,
a dark alley, but you'll get it.

I ask why?

Sure.

I'm glad to answer.

I'm the one that jerked Overton out of
jail.

Then Spurs about forgot Ballard's
killing.

You go around stirring them up again,
and they find out I'm the one got

loose.

I could end up swinging from the gallows
they built for him.

I'm trying to find the man that shot
Ballard.

If you didn't do it, you got nothing to
fear from me.

You expect me to believe that?

And maybe you didn't listen too, good
friend.

I said those questions you're asking
could get me lynched.

Now, you've had a nice friendly warning.

Think it over.

Why you walk the four miles back into
town.

When you didn't come back, I... Your
face!

What happened?

Not now, Annie.

Wait, Mr. Maverick.

Mr.

Maverick, I'm Ruth Overton.

I'd like to talk to you.

Alone, if you don't mind. It's quite
important to both of us.

All right.

If you don't mind coming up to my room.

No, thanks.

Do you care to sit down?

No, thank you.

I'll try not to keep you.

Is it true what I hear?

That you're a friend of Milo Ballard's
and you're trying to find out who killed

him?

They told me who killed him, Mrs.
Overton.

They told you a lie.

Cleet was at home in bed the whole time.

I swore to that at the trial, but they
wouldn't believe me.

Why did you come to me about it?

Why not?

I thought you wanted to find out who
killed him.

That's right.

I'll tell you this.

It was somebody in Bent Spur, and I'm
positive that they're still around.

A man like you might be able to find out
the truth if you really wanted to.

If you do, Mr. Maverick, I'd like to
help you. That's why I came here.

I can take all the help that's offered,
Mrs. Overton.

Do you know what happened?

I mean, the real story.

Just this side of it.

It didn't matter to Milo Ballard that I
was married, in love with my husband.

One day in town, he made a remark to me,
deliberately loud enough for Cleet to

hear it.

It wasn't the first time, but it was the
first time that Cleet was there.

Cleet told him that if he ever spoke to
me again that he'd kill him, and a lot

of people heard him say it.

I guess that's just what Ballard wanted.

Because he told Cleet never to come into
town again without his gun.

With or without it, he'd shoot him on
sight.

You don't have to tell me anymore, Mrs.
Overton. I can figure out the rest

myself. No, I want to tell you
everything, every word of the truth.

I knew that Cleet planned to go back to
town the next day with his gun.

Just like I knew that if he did, he
wouldn't come home alive.

I guess he was...

The only one with courage in the family.

Because he slept soundly all night.

And I just watched him.

I never closed my eyes.

Because I was just so afraid that it was
the last night that we'd have together.

And that was the night that Milo Ballard
was killed, but not by my husband.

It's any help, I believe you.

You're the first person who has.

Thank you.

I think you're right about the killer
still being in Bent Spur.

In fact, I'm sure of it.

I've already been told to stop asking
questions and move out of town.

Who told you that?

A man with a gun and a careless boot.

He didn't give me his name, although I
can think of a few that would fit.

May I ask you a question?

Of course.

Why is all this so important to you?

I hope I can answer your question real
soon, Mrs. Overton.

Is it just because Milo Ballard was a
friend of yours?

I never saw Milo Ballard in my life.

But everyone says... I intended they'd
say it.

It's the only chance I'd have to get
some questions answered.

But why would you... That's as far as I
can go right now. I'm sorry.

Thank you, Mr.

Maverick. I won't bother you anymore.

Change your shirt.

Then a clean gambling man like you
would. What's the idea?

What are you trying...

That's

smoke.

The lantern you were holding on me last
night.

I was a little careless.

Why, Brink?

Why'd you kill him?

Kill him?

Kill who?

There haven't been that many murders in
this town.

Pallet?

Oh, you're wrong, friend.

Sure, I got Overton out of jail, but
he's an unkilled ballot.

You didn't kill him. Why'd you break
over and out?

I was paid to.

I was paid plenty.

Who paid you?

I'll make you a deal, friend.

I tell you who hired me.

You don't let anyone else know.

Like I said, I don't want him stringing
me up.

Maybe the one hired me was the one
killed Ballard.

Maybe they hated seeing an innocent man
hang, so they paid me to get him out.

Did you ever think of that?

Yeah, I thought of it.

All right, Brink.

You got yourself a deal.

Who paid you?

His wife, Ruth Holmiston.

I can check on that real quick.

Wouldn't be smart of you not to.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

Anybody can ask me anything.

There's 200 men in this town. They all
own shirts.

How'd you know that landed smoke would
be on mine?

Don't lose any sleep over it.

When a man's dealing cards to me, I
watch his hands pretty close.

The way I watched your hands at the
blackjack table.

Last night, those hands stood out on
that lantern like shoes on a snake.

Looking for somebody, neighbor?

You're back quick enough. Good news?

I'm afraid not, Creed.

Let's talk about it over some food. I'm
starving.

You should let me know how to put the
champagne on ice.

I figured Brink was telling me the
truth, all right.

But I checked with your wife anyway.

She hired him.

But even if she didn't know you were
innocent, she couldn't just stand by and

watch him hang you.

Hired him how? Ruth didn't have that
kind of money.

I asked her that. She said she borrowed
the money.

On your holding.

You didn't tell her about me.

The way things turned out, I couldn't.
Even if you hadn't asked me not to.

All right, Bart.

You did what you could, and I'm
grateful.

I'm not aiming to hold you any longer.

You're all through trying?

You got a better idea?

The only chance I had was to find out
why Brink saved my neck.

You came up with the answer to that.

So what's left to go on?

I'm not looking forward to running the
rest of my life, but I've got no choice.

Whoever shot Ballard, smart enough not
to leave a trail.

You found that out yourself.

That's about all I found out.

Well, I hope I didn't miss anything.

Forget it. I wasn't expecting any
miracles anyway.

Cleet, 600 in gold for those beaver
pelts.

What about you?

I picked up a fair -sized stake at one
of Virginia Corey's blackjack tables.

Do you mind stopping off at Bent Spur
again on your way out of here?

Whatever you say, Cleet.

Let Ruth know I'm alive.

And that she's to sell the spread for
whatever she can get.

And tell her to...

I'm going to meet me in six weeks at the
Hudson Hotel in St. Louis.

You'll never make it, Cleet. Hold it.

Up with the hands.

Sorry, Cleet.

I looked over my shoulder every foot of
the way. I swear I wasn't following.

Forget it.

Barney could trail an Apache through a
dust storm.

Folks back home have been wondering what
happened to you, Cleet.

Seeing as how you left without saying
goodbye.

I dropped the bell.

You better check your friend.

You only creased him.

Get him fixed up.

I can't get too sore at a man who tries
to help a friend.

You try it again and you'll get shot.

Is that clear?

There's a mountain lake, Sheriff.

My next sheriff?

After leading me straight to an escaped
killer?

Well, I'm downright grateful to you,
Maverick.

You really seem to be enjoying this,
Fillmore. You bet I'm enjoying it. I

like killers busting out of my jail.

You might say it sort of hurts my pride.

You're in here because I got a little
careless, Cleet.

I'll see you get out again.

One way or another.

Till then, I'll stay in town.

It's a good idea.

When a man's kicking at the end of a
rope, he's entitled to have his friends

around. To cinch Cleet here don't have
many in bent spur.

Cleet! Cleet!

I figure you can be out of town by
tomorrow afternoon.

See that you are.

A minute ago, you invited me to the
hanging.

I just changed my mind.

You afraid I'll come up with the right
answer, Sheriff?

The jury beat you to it.

They found Overton guilty, and he'll
hang.

What makes you so cocksure he's
innocent?

I owe him a debt.

He asked me to pay it off by coming down
here and trying to find out who killed

Ballard.

Now, do you think a guilty man would
want that?

Do you mind telling me how this debt
came about?

Six weeks ago, I was in the Black Hills,
headed for Fort Benton.

Two prospectors held me up.

They took every cent I had and put a
bullet through my belly.

When Cleek found me, I was as good as
dead.

It was a solid week before the fever
broke.

I don't think he got two hours sleep the
whole time.

Does that answer your question?

Might be a better answer than you think.

Might be.

Maverick.

By tomorrow afternoon.

Don't forget.

Thanks, Annie.

I didn't hear your knock.

I guess I forgot to.

You have real nice shoulders.

I use them to hold up my shirts.

I felt real bad when Pa said you'd left
town.

I'm sure glad you come back.

Thanks, Annie.

Hardly any nice men ever come to Bent
Spur.

And even if they do, they don't stay
long.

A town this size must have a lot of
young men.

A lot of good that does.

Pa is a fit if I even look at one.

Of course, he can't watch me every
minute.

I like a man that dresses up once in a
while and talks nice and knows how to

treat a girl.

Like maybe going for a buggy ride and
things.

Sounds like a lot of fun, Annie.

Will you be honest?

Billy and me used to ride out to the old
Carter place.

Oh, you'd like it. Nobody lives there or
anything.

I'm pretty busy, Annie.

You better run along now.

Maybe we'll talk about it another time.

I suppose you think I'm not old enough.
Are you up there?

Why? Nothing's wrong.

There's no reason to hide.

You don't know him. Please.

Is my daughter with you, sir?

Annie? What would she be doing in here?

You're a man, tall and well -favored
with an easy grace.

Such are the tools of Satan to entice a
wayward child into the path of sin.

I'm sorry, but the path of sin doesn't
come through here. You better try next

door. I must make sure.

Stand aside, sir.

I can't do it, Mr. Haynes.

As long as I'm paying for this room,
nobody gets in without an invitation.

That includes you.

Come out of there, Annie.

You hear me?

Pardon me for saying so, but I'm getting
a little fed up.

If you'll excuse me.

He's your father, Annie.

Why are you so afraid of him?

Why did he do that?

Because I'm evil.

He told you that?

I am evil.

Just like my Ma was.

She went away with a man when I was just
a little girl.

It's Ma's bad blood in me that makes me
evil.

You better go before he comes back.

You will take me for that ride?

Please, Bart?

Goodbye.

Need any help?

Well, won't you come in, Mr. Maverick?

Why, thank you, Virginia.

Thought I'd like another one of these
fine Cuban cigars.

Help yourself.

Your secret is safe with me, Virginia.

At least that one is.

I'm beginning to see a new side of you,
Mr. Maverick. I'm not quite sure whether

I like it or not.

Don't tell me you've been drinking.

I hear a man can get just as drunk on
the truth as he can on whiskey.

Now, maybe that's the answer, because I
know the truth about who killed Milo

Ballard. You mean Cleet Overton finally
admitted it?

You know he didn't. I know it.

Place I know in Kansas City runs a big
game about this time of year.

Trouble is, no limit poker takes a good
-sized stake.

Well, 5 ,000 would be enough, Virginia.

You'd hardly miss that much.

I hate being wrong about people, Mr.
Maverick, and I was certainly wrong

you. Now you cheap tin horn, get out of
here.

Funny how you can go around asking a lot
of questions and get nowhere, and then

bingo, when you least expect it, you hit
the jackpot.

Although that's hardly a kind word to
call a lady.

Let's make sure that I understand this.

You... Found out that I killed Milo
Balvin, right?

You're willing to keep quiet about it?

For $5 ,000?

That's about the size of it.

Well, this proof you've got, do I get to
know anything about it?

Why not?

I get the money, you get the proof.

Apologize, Mr.

Mabry.

You're not a cheap tenor, after all.

You're a good poker player pulling a big
-time bluff, but... Now, if I had

killed him, it might have worked, but...
Well, you did it that well.

Since I didn't kill Milo, uh... You
don't get the $5

,000.

You play a pretty good brand of poker
yourself, Virginia.

You called my bluff, and I still haven't
seen your hand.

It's never happened to me before.

I'll try not to let it happen again.

Mr. Maverick.

Oh, good night, Annie.

Don't go.

Sit out here with me for a while.

Pa went to a revival meeting.

He won't be back for hours.

Annie, I'm too old for you.

I've been too old since I was 13. Now
you leave me alone, you hear?

I know why you're mad.

It's because you're gonna hang your
friend.

When your father wears out that strap,
you tell him I'll buy him a new one.

I bet you I know something you'd like to
know.

It's about your friend.

What about him?

I'll ask you again. What about him?

I won't tell you.

You're not nice to me.

All right.

You win.

I'll be nice.

I will go for that ride out in the
country.

You promise?

I can't promise, Annie. You haven't told
me anything.

She was there.

I saw her.

Who was where?

Mrs. Overton.

She was at Mr. Ballard's that night.

Billy saw her, too.

We were walking by Mr. Ballard's fence
when she rode up to the house.

What time was it?

Well, it was real late because Billy
didn't show up till after 12 and... Why

didn't you tell the sheriff about this?

And let my pa find out that I wasn't in
my room? That I sneaked out?

Besides, it wouldn't have made any
difference.

I didn't see her shooting.

Maybe Mr. Overton did do it.

Who's this Billy you were with?

How can I find him?

Billy Markle.

He rode for a ranch west of town.

Only he quit right afterward and went
away.

Are you sure this was Ruth Overton?

I saw her as plain as day. She had on a
riding skirt and a man's hat.

And her horse had a blaze under one eye.

Annie, if you're lying to me, I'm
gonna... I wouldn't tell you a lie.

I like you.

I like you a lot.

All right, Annie, you did just fine.

You better get to bed before your father
shows up.

He won't be back for hours yet.

We could go for that ride now.

Not now, Annie.

Good night.

Oh, Mr. Maverick, come in.

Is anything wrong?

What's the matter?

That mare out in the corral.

The one with the blaze under its eye.

Do you ride it?

Yes, she's mine.

Did you kill Milo Ballard?

Why would you ask me something like
that?

Because someone told me you were there,
wearing a riding skirt, a man's hat, and

riding that horse.

You saw me.

You're something new to me, Mrs.
Overton.

A woman who can kill a man and let her
husband pay the bill.

It's an experience I wish I missed.

But I didn't kill him.

I intended to.

It was either kill him or let him kill
Cleet.

And I just couldn't let that happen.

But when I got there, he was already
dead.

He was lying beside the barn the same
way they found him the next morning.

I'm not the law, but I gotta know the
truth.

Did you kill him?

No, I didn't. He was dead when I got
there.

Why did you tell him that at the trial?
I didn't dare.

Just say I was trying to protect Cleet.
They could have said that he rode

through the fields and got there ahead
of me.

You sure he didn't?

No.

I'm not sure.

But I believe in my husband.

I don't have any proof.

Just faith.

Faith that Cleet would never lie to me.

Looks like I'll have to take your word
the same way.

On faith.

Thank you.

Would you like some coffee, Mr.
Maverick?

No.

No, thanks. I've got to get back.

Oh, uh, how long have you known the
sheriff?

Well, about six years.

Ever since I came to Bent Spur.

How well do you know him?

Not well at all, really.

We used to go to dances together.

Then Cleek came along and we fell in
love.

What's Barney got to do with this?

Oh, just a thought.

Well, I'm sorry I broke into your sleep.

I wasn't really sleeping, Mr. Maverick.

Come to say goodbye, Maverick?

Not just yet, Sheriff.

I thought I'd ask you... Sorry.

You can't see him.

I thought I'd ask you a question.

What do you know about a cowhand named
Billy Marco?

Never heard of him.

He worked on one of the ranches near
here.

And he left the day after Ballard was
killed.

If any cowhand had left here on that
day, I'd know about it.

Why did you hear the name?

Around.

Well, you tell him he's off his feed.

There's never been any cowhand around
here named Billy Marco.

Thanks, Sheriff. Say goodbye, Maverick.

I won't be seeing you again.

Bye, Sheriff.

been looking everywhere for you. Oh, Mr.
Ramsey's having another one of his

spells. Paul went there to drive out the
spirit of the devil.

Did he?

He won't be back for hours.

We can take that ride you promised.

Sure, Annie, but first I want you to
tell me something.

Why did you lie to me about Billy Marco?

I didn't lie about him. Sit down a
minute, Annie.

There never was a Billy Marco.

Well, I just changed his name a little.

From Milo Ballard.

You were with Ballard that night.

Who killed him, Annie? Did you?

No, I didn't. You're a bad liar.

I'm not lying. Not now.

I was with Mr. Ballard.

He asked me to come there.

He said he had a present for me. He was
waiting out behind his house.

He said nice things to me.

How pretty I was.

He said I was real grown up.

And he kissed me.

Did you take his gun? Is that why he
wasn't armed?

He didn't have a gun. He was talking to
me, and then all of a sudden there was a

shot. I ran into the barn and hid.

For how long?

I don't know how long. I hid in one of
the stalls.

When I saw Mrs. Overton ride up and then
go away, I ran home.

You do believe me.

Yeah, sure, Annie.

And you won't say anything about me
being with him?

No, I won't say anything.

Then we can take the ride?

You did promise.

Sure, Annie.

We'll make it a picnic.

Can you fix something?

I'll be ready in ten minutes.

I'll get the buggy.

Nice here, isn't it?

So quiet.

Makes it feel like there's nobody else
in the world but us.

I don't feel lonesome like I usually do.

You like me, don't you?

Don't you?

Oh, yes, Annie.

I don't think you've heard anything I've
said for the past ten minutes.

Sure I did.

But you see, I... What's the matter?

Hold it.

Come on down and join us, Mr. Haynes.

No need to be frightened, Annie.

There'll be no beating this time.

Did you beat her the night you killed
Ballard, Mr. Haynes?

See, I was waiting for you.

I paid the boy a silver dollar to tell
you just where we were.

And my vengeance shall be the vengeance
of the righteous.

Three days later, the town of Bent Spur
finally wrote an end to the story of

Milo Ballard's murder.

This time, an ending they didn't have to
be ashamed of.

Fabric!

As long as you're heading south, figured
you might like some company.

That is, if you don't mind associating
with the next sheriff.

The next sheriff?

When a town does something it's ashamed
of, it usually ends up blaming the

authorities.

I figured I'd leave before that had
happened.

It's not the only reason, is it,
Fillmore?

I saw the way you looked at Cleet when
Ruth ran into his arms.

Any chance you had with her ended when
Haynes confessed.

I gave you a reason, Maverick.

It's the only reason you'll get.

Fair enough, Sheriff.

Let's ride.