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Wait a minute.

Are you the law?

No.

Then why should you tell me all about
this?

Oh, I guess I've got a delicate
conscience, Mr. Mills. See, the men who

coming out here to get that money
tonight are the kind who would kill you

without thinking twice about it.

Well, it's nice of you to warn me and to
tell me about the money.

Oh, well, I'll be taking the money back
with me, Mr. Mills.

Well, how's that?

Didn't you say it was here on my
property?

Yes.

From the entertainment capital of the
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Brothers.

The game of poker has only one serious
drawback.

You can lose.

Denver hadn't been very lucky for me.
I'd been second best every night for a

week. To where paying my hotel bill was
a tight squeeze.

There you are, sir. $57 .40.

30 cents.

Oh, yeah.

Allow me.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, by the way, I'm supposed to meet my
brother here sometime today.

Bart Maverick. I'll be here in the
lobby.

Oh, ma 'am.

Thank you.

Cute little baggage.

Timid as a fawn.

You'll excuse me.

Pardon me, ma 'am. Haven't we met
someplace before?

Dodge City?

I don't believe so. I've never been
there.

Of course not.

San Francisco.

I have never been there either.

Salt Lake?

Flagstaff?

Flagstaff. Now there's a spot for you.
Yes, sir. It doesn't matter west of

Mississippi. You know, I was glad to
hear you mention that.

I was down there two weeks ago visiting
the Pattersons. You know the Pattersons,

of course.

Sure you do. Anybody who's ever been to
Flagstaff knows the Pattersons. I'll

never forget when old man Patterson,
Pete Decker, tangled out in front of the

county courthouse. Yes, sir, that was
the fight of the century.

Excuse me, I see a friend. Yeah, well,
nice talking to you.

Thank you.

Pleasure.

Would you mind telling me some more
about Flagstaff?

Ma 'am, frankly, I've never been there.

Is something wrong?

That man out there has been following me
for over an hour.

The hatbox?

You're holding on to it pretty tight,
you know.

May I ask who you are?

Brett Maverick.

Are you busy right now, Mr. Maverick?

No, ma 'am, I'm retired for the moment.

I'll give you $100 if you'll help me
keep that man from getting his hands on

this hat box.

There are papers in here.

Proof that my uncle is the owner of a
silver mine near the Wyoming border.

I must get them to a lawyer here in
Denver today.

He was being watched.

He couldn't go more than an inch away
from the mine.

We thought I could.

You were wrong.

Who's the lawyer?

His name is Adam Morton.

He'll be in his office on State Street
in an hour.

Will you help me, Mr. Maverick?

I'll pay you $200.

That's tempting.

Shall we go out together?

No, you stay here.

After I've said goodbye to you, I'll
take your hat box and put it on the

To your left.

Oh, save the money for the lawyer's
office. For luck.

For both of us.

Well, good day, ma 'am.

Election bet.

Hello, schoolboy.

You peaked.

That box, mister. There's no money in
there.

Put the money down.

When you get back to Maxwell, tell him
Monty wasn't fooled for a minute.

Tell him neither he nor Johnny could
ever fool me.

Who's Maxwell?

I don't know how much of the $120 ,000
he promised your friend, but you ain't

gonna get a penny of it.

You're not gonna get any of it either.

There's nothing but business papers in
there.

Shut up.

I'll show you your business papers.

Open it.

Hat box down.

I was right about my luck changing.

It was getting worse.

Before I'd run into that girl with the
hat box, I'd only been broke.

Now I was broke, beat up, and... and
mixed up some way with $120 ,000.

Tidy some?

Chances were, of course, that a lawyer
named Adam Morton didn't even exist any

more than a dear old uncle.

But the hat, if that's what it was,
could be a place to begin.

My luck was changing.

The hat had been bought here in Denver.
There couldn't possibly be two like

that.

Did you, uh, make this?

Princess Anne!

I name all of them.

Oh, then this is yours.

Oh, yes.

Do you like it?

It's exquisite.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, and another question.

Who did you make it for?

Hmm?

The hat. I found it. I'd like to return
it. Who bought it?

Abigail Taylor.

Where does she live?

Oh, at the end of Jonathan Street.

The North End?

Oh, no.

South End.

Well, thank you very much.

Goodbye. Bye.

Don't stare. It makes her uncomfortable.

I can explain everything.

I just... You have the wrong hat box.

Yes. No.

Please go away.

No.

Don't. Your uncle...

After you, inside.

Take your gun belt off.

Which one of you, Maxwell or Johnny?

What do you know about Johnny? Be quiet.

Have you seen Johnny? I said be quiet.
I'll do all the talking here.

Over there.

Marty wasn't supposed to catch up with
you so soon.

Abby thought you'd lead him a long way
off.

Why?

Oh, by the way, Monty told me to give
you a message. He said neither you nor

Johnny could ever fool him.

I wonder what he meant by that.

$120 ,000.

But how'd you... That's a lot of money.

And buy you a new suit?

That's what Abby was about to do when
she spotted Monty trailing her.

We won't have to buy one now.

Oh, no, no.

It's not your style at all.

It will do.

Why do I get stripes?

If you're lucky.

No, Ed.

You told me there wouldn't be any
killing. You promised me.

Yeah, and you want to keep your
promises.

Start undressing.

Would you excuse me?

fit at that?

I don't know. I'd look around for a
better one if I were you.

You're just lucky Abby's so sensitive
about people killing other people. I'd

just as soon get shot as die of
pneumonia.

Yeah, you get cold, you just put that
coat on.

Oh, no!

This

wallop hurt

me more than the one Monty had given me.

I'd been hit in practically the same
place for one thing.

For another, there was my pride.

I'd been... plucked bare as a chicken
ready for the pot.

But there was a brighter side.

This bump was bigger.

It had to mean I was getting closer to
the $120 ,000.

But first things first.

Right now I had a few more urgent
problems.

Plus a possible solution to the very
first one.

How to come un -hog -tied.

Now it was a question of something to
cover me until I could get back to the

hotel and get Brother Bart to lend me
some clothes and enough money to stay in

this $120 ,000 scramble.

A little too snug.

When you have to walk down a public
street in prison stripes, the trick is

look unconcerned. Just imagine you're
wearing the latest approved style.

Anyway, that's what I kept telling
myself while I headed for the hotel.

Excuse me.

Yes, sir, can I help you?

I'm sorry, we don't give rooms.

Mr. Maverick?

Uh -huh. Did my brother show up?

He's here?

Dear Brett, I waited as long as I could,
then left on the three o 'clock stage

for Salt Lake with a kindly millionaire
whom I met quite by chance on my way up

here. He claims there's a shortage of
poker players out his way.

I'll look for you here a month from
today.

Best, Bart.

The three o 'clock stage. What time is
it now?

Half past three.

Oh, no.

Those clothes, Mr. Maverick, are you
going to a masquerade?

Oh, no.

No, the gallows.

A man in convict stripes without a penny
to his name has his problems.

Like finding a job.

The next five hours were the hardest.

But it doesn't take much of a job to get
a professional man started back in the

work he knows best.

Seventy cents.

I call your seventy cents, stranger.

And I'll read you 35 cents more.

I'll just call that 35. What do you got?

Jack's up.

I got free trades.

The road back wasn't even bumpy. I just
kept winning.

But I only enjoyed it until I had enough
money to start out after Abigail Taylor

in Friends again.

And the $120 ,000.

Orpins, everyone.

I wonder if I could look through some of
your back issues.

Why, of course, son, of course.

I know Rihanna. You can just help
yourself.

Thank you.

Lionel and Maxwell seemed like the best
place to start.

A man who breaks out of prison usually
gets his name in the paper.

Maxwell was no exception.

A prisoner serving a two -year term for
armed robbery escaped from the state

penitentiary last night by overcoming a
guard and scaling a wall to freedom.

The escaped man is Edgar Maxwell, 35,
formerly of Boston, who was...

Arrested October 4th, last for the armed
robbery of a general store in Lonesome,

a small town to the south.

It didn't fit together.

Very few general stores in towns called
Lonesome have $120 ,000 lying around,

even on a busy day.

Find what you're after, son?

Well, yes and no.

Do you keep a list of all the big
robberies that happened, stage holdups,

that sort of thing?

Right up here.

What are you after?

$120 ,000.

Mean anything?

Sure.

Federal bank and land company right here
in town.

Held up last October.

October what?

The first.

Three armed men.

Got away with $120 ,000 in cash.

Fifties and hundreds.

One of them was wounded by the bank
guard.

But they got away.

Clean as a whistle.

Why do you ask?

Reward?

Well, it still stands, doesn't it?

Five percent of the take.

Need a partner, son?

No, thanks.

No too much to split, eh?

No. No too little.

See you.

The next question was the hard one.

Where had Abby and Maxwell gone?

I started looking for the answer in the
only place I could think of.

Back near Abby's house where I hoped to
find someone around who had seen them

drive off in the horse and buggy.

I'll say I saw him. Took the Hedgeville
Road south.

Well, where does that lead to?

Hedgeville. Where else?

I tell you, that young woman is going to
come to no good. Well, I'm new in these

parts, ma 'am. Is Hedgeville an
important town? Oh, of course not. Right

Branchland.

Why, just full of shiftless people too
lazy to get out from under. They're all

the same way.

Hedgeville's quite kind of lonesome.

Lonesome? Lonesome. Same as the rest of
them, you know. Oh, you'd think those

folks down there would know better now,
wouldn't you?

I was talking to my cousin Harry last
Sunday. Harry's my cousin. Well, thank

very much.

This was too big a coincidence to pass
up.

Lonesome was the place where Maxwell had
been arrested, and lonesome was on the

road he had taken.

It had to mean something.

Hello, stranger.

First drinks always on the house.

Thanks, I'll remember that.

Flora. You do that, handsome.

Howdy.

Say, maybe you can help me.

I'm looking for a couple of friends of
mine that are supposed to meet here in

town today. A man and a woman riding in
a carriage.

I'll give you 50 cents if you check all
the stables, see if they put the

carriage up yet.

Pretty hot day.

75 cents?

Dollar?

All right, a dollar it is. In advance.

How do I know you'll come back?

How do I know you'll be here if I do?

All right.

Start checking.

Don't have to.

The rig's in the stable behind the hotel
where the folks are staying.

That the only hotel in town?

It's the only stable, too.

You'll be mayor yet.

That's Pa's job.

It wasn't hard to find which rooms Abby
and Maxwell were in.

The whole place only had ten.

They were out at the moment eating, so I
made it an informal call, hoping to

find something interesting around, like
$120 ,000.

That's a lot of money.

You keep coming back to the same thing,
Abby.

Why shouldn't I? Johnny's the only
reason I'm here.

Why don't you just sit down and take it
easy?

Everything's going to work out just
fine. Is it?

Don't start all over again.

You got what you wanted. You're out of
Denver and you're close to your precious

money. My side of the bargain's been
kept.

And so is mine.

Johnny'll be here. When?

How do I know?

You're lying.

He's dead, isn't he? He was wounded
running from the bank and he died.

the truth, isn't it? Stop it, stupid.

Now, use your head.

If Johnny had died, his body would have
been found, wouldn't it?

And we'd all know about it.

If he was alive, he'd let me know
somehow.

He's too smart for that.

He knows the law would grab him if he
came within a mile of here.

Now, the law just doesn't forget about
$120 ,000, Abby.

That's a lot of money.

You can do a lot of things with it.

I'm not interested.

Well, Johnny was.

No.

He never wanted to go along with you and
Monty in the first place.

All right, all right. Now, why don't you
get out of here?

Johnny will show up sooner or later.

How can you be so sure?

Look, Abby, I'm the only one in the
world who knows where that money's

because I buried it.

Now, Johnny and Monty know it's in
Lonesome, but they don't know where.

Now, Johnny must have read about me
breaking out of jail just like Monty

You'll be here all right.

Both of them will.

Leland Mills' place.

Still just that old coot out there?

I didn't see anyone else.

Good.

Now all I have to do is to wait till
it's night, go out to the Mills' place

pick up the money.

Would you believe it, Abby? It's been 11
months since I saw that piece of ground

where I buried it. But I can still see
every stone, every cloud of dirt within

100 yards.

Tonight's gonna be a big night, Abby.

If I see Johnny again.

Abby.

You only knew one side of Johnny.

As a young, good -looking kid with a
big, flashy smile.

There was another side to him.

He talked big because it made him feel
big.

He wasn't like he seemed to other
people.

And that knife he always carried?

Is that any worse than a gun?

And he never used it unless it was to
defend himself.

According to what he told you.

You're wasting your time.

I know, Johnny.

As his girl.

As his wife.

We were married the night before the
robbery.

I'll be in my room.

Thank you.

I don't allow poachers on my land.

I said I don't allow no poachers on my
land.

I can understand that.

Mr. Mills?

Yeah, what do you want?

I'd like to talk to you for a moment.

Can you point that over just a bit?

What do you want to talk about?

About $120 ,000, I think, is buried
right here on your property.

Come again?

Well, a year ago, three men robbed a
bank in Denver.

Somehow or other, the money was...

Hidden here on your place.

And it's still here?

According to what I heard a man tell
someone, and he ought to know, he put it

here.

Wait a minute.

Are you the law?

No, no.

Then why should you tell me all about
this?

Oh, I guess I've got a delicate
conscience, Mr. Mill.

See, the men that are coming out here to
get that money tonight are the kind

that'll kill you without thinking twice
about it.

Well...

It's nice of you to warn me and to tell
me about the money.

Oh, well, I'll be taking the money back
with me, Mr. Mills.

Well, how's that?

Didn't you say it was here on my
property?

Yes, uh -huh.

But where?

How many acres do you have here, Mr.
Mills?

Twenty -five.

That's an awful lot of digging if you
don't know where to dig, isn't it?

Well, it's still my property.

Tell you what I'll do.

I'll share it with you.

$60 ,000 apiece.

Now, where is that money hidden?

Well, I'll be back here tonight. We'll
get it then.

We'll get it now. Now, look, I don't
know where it is.

What? But I will by tonight.

How? Well, a man named Maxwell, the man
who buried the money, is coming out here

tonight to get it.

He'll never set foot on my property.
I'll shoot him on sight.

You're not thinking too fast today, Mr.
Mills.

Now, how are we going to find the money
if you kill the one man who knows where

it is?

Oh. We all plunge ahead at times.

Well, your plan is for us to hide out
and watch him until he starts digging

the money? Is that it? Yeah, that's part
of it. Well, what else is there?

Well, it's too much to go into right
now, but three men robbed the bank.

Not just Maxwell.

Well, them other two, are they here and
lonesome? I don't know, but I wouldn't

open my doors to anyone if I were you.

Well, what do they look like, them other
two?

Well, one is tall and heavy set. His
name's Monty.

The other I've never seen. His name's
Johnny.

He's young and handsome.

I'll be watching for him.

You just let me do that. You stay
outside.

While you do what?

Well, go back to town.

If John and Monty are there, I'd like to
know about it ahead of time.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, by the way, what kind of law do you
have here in town?

Sheriff? Yeah.

Stan Racker. But he's away now.

Yeah.

Oh, one more thing.

You wouldn't start looking for that
money without me, would you, Mr. Mills?

Not with 25 acres, I wouldn't. No, sir.

Goodbye, Mr. Mills. Goodbye, Mr.

Maverick. Mr.

Maverick.

Careful. That's not the bottle it came
in.

Gonna be around a while?

I don't know.

Supposed to meet a couple of friends of
mine here.

A man and a woman coming in from Denver
in a rig.

They hit town yet?

I haven't seen them.

No strangers around?

No man and a woman.

Just a man?

What do you look like?

Like the man you pushed back outside the
hotel in Denver.

Easy, handsome.

No shooting allowed on the premises.

New glassware's hard to come by and
lonesome.

You better tell that to him.

Hey, shut up!

I'm sorry, Flora.

Just had to even an old score.

Would you get the gentleman a glass of
water?

Coming up.

Oh, hey, wake up, son.

Now, you gonna be cooperative?

No more.

All right, I want some answers, and I
want them honest and real plain.

What happened after the three of you
left the bank in Denver?

Come on.

Are you gonna tell me, or do I have to
get mad?

We rode south.

Here to Lonesome? Yeah.

Where'd you split up?

Outside of town. There was a posse after
us. Who had the money, Maxwell?

Yeah.

All right, go on.

Well, Maxwell and Johnny went one way,
and I went the other.

We agreed to meet on the other side of
town.

What happened?

I don't know for sure.

Johnny and Maxwell split up, I guess.

Then Maxwell was arrested here.

Yeah, he was broke.

Figured he couldn't use the big bills
from the Denver banks, so he tried to

the local store in town.

Okay, handsome, that's enough.

It's against the law to smack people
around in my saloon.

You're fooling.

Try me.

I'll blow your pretty head off if you
even look like you're going to make a

wrong move.

And that star makes it nice and legal.

Were you the deputy sheriff?

Better than that, handsome. I'm also the
sheriff's gal.

And the best shot in town, including the
sheriff.

Now leave him alone.

He was minding his own business.

Oh, now, Flora. You, get out of here.

You'll hear it from me again.

You, stay here so we'll have no more
disturbing the peace.

Now, look, Flora, you don't know what
this man did.

Sorry, Flora, but I gotta keep tabs on
that man.

Is he dead?

Nice going, handsome.

I didn't do this.

No, you committed suicide.

You thought, didn't you?

Okay, handsome, get going.

Jail?

Leave.

Being held for a murder I hadn't
committed was one thing, but being held

$120 ,000 was about to be dug up was
something else entirely.

No man wants to hang poor.

Not much, handsome, but I never was any
great shakes in the kitchen.

Look, Flora, I've got some rights.

I want to see a lawyer.

What am I supposed to do, make one? We
ain't got any lawyers in Lonesome.

When the sheriff comes back, he'll take
you up to Denver.

They got a mother dozen there.

When's that?

A day or two.

Time counts to me, Flora.

What do you think it was to the guy you
killed? Hotcakes?

For the hundredth time, I didn't kill
him. It was someone hiding between the

buildings. Sure, the mysterious
stranger, huh?

Why don't you just relax, handsome? Get
some rest.

Read the poetry on the walls. Pretty
good.

Don Gray, the town drunk, writes them
whenever he's visiting here.

Which is about as regular as clockwork.

Take that one.

I'd never be in this terrible clink if I
could stay away from demon drink.

But since I can't do that for long, I
have time to write this little song.

Nice, huh?

Beautiful.

Well, there's my favorite.

Floor is pretty, floor is sweet, but
floor is whiskey knocks me off my feet.

Time is fleeting, the end's in sight.

I'd love to get out of here before
tonight.

Not bad.

You might top him in a couple of days.

Flora, I've got to get out of here.

Look, I'll give you $1 ,000 if you'll
just let me out of here for two hours.

You are a lot like Don Gray at that.

He once promised me the Oklahoma
Territory if I'd let him out overnight.

Be back in a while, Hanson. Take it
easy.

Thought you might want to read a little
to pass the time.

Thanks. Oh, now, don't be a poor loser,
handsome.

Oh, why should I be?

I haven't really lost anything. As a
matter of fact, I've gained, you might

How's that?

Well, I know I didn't kill that fella,
and sooner or later, the real killer's

gonna be caught.

Uh -huh.

So, in the meantime, here I am in a
nice, cozy, rent -free house with,

if I may, a... Charming companion.

Handsome, you're a kick in the pants.

So in the meantime, here I am in this
nice, cozy, rent -free house with, if I

may, a charming companion.

I'm a tough old buzzard and you know it.
But what you don't know is I'm just as

smart as I am tough.

That was a plan, handsome.

Woo your freedom out of me.

Don't be a poor winner, Flora.

You know, might have worked at that 20
years ago.

Keys.

Saloon. Need them to lock up.

Bye, handsome. Sleep well.

Four walls do not a prison make.

So if you would your freedom take, tug
at the hinges on your cell door, pulling

up sharply from the floor.

On your way out, replace the door so
another can leave as did this one

Couldn't be.

Couldn't be.

poet laureate of lonesome.

It was after eight by the time I got
back to Leland Mills' place.

There was no way of telling whether or
not Maxwell had shown up yet.

think he was ever coming?

Ran into a little trouble.

Anybody here yet? No.

What was the trouble? That Maxwell, he's
going to be here, ain't he? As far as I

know.

But Monty won't. He was murdered.

Who?

You stay here. I'm going with you.

You're forgetting about Johnny. He could
still show up, you know.

And remember, he's a killer.

I'll remember.

You don't need to worry about that.

A little late in the day for plowing,
isn't it?

Keep digging.

Dig.

No. And don't you move either.

Drop your gun.

Well, aren't you the foxy one? Drop it.

So this is where it's been all that
time.

$120 ,000.

I've been searching everywhere for it.

Every hour of every day for the last 11
months.

Let me tell you something.

One night, 11 months ago, I heard a
noise.

It was out in my barn. I went out there.
There was a man. He was wounded. After

a while, another man come.

And you told that wounded man, Johnny,
you called him, that you had just

finished burying the money, but you
wouldn't tell him where.

I was sure I could find that money after
you left, but I couldn't. I spaded up

every square inch of my property.

I searched everywhere, except under that
water tower where

I buried that Johnny.

You killed Johnny?

No, no, he killed him and then he ran
away.

I only buried him so that nobody would
find the body and start looking for the

money.

Now I know where it is.

Right next to the place where I buried
that Johnny.

Where the ground was soft.

We both picked the same place, didn't
we?

Get away from that money.

You don't think I came out here all
alone, do you?

There's a friend of mine standing out
there with a gun.

You better drop yours.

Oh, no.

Drop it.

Shoot, Abby.

That's an old trick.

Abby, shoot.

It's my money.

My money.

Oh, handsome.

Pretty wild bluff of his.

I didn't find a gun on her.

If I'd had one, I wouldn't have used it.

He told me Johnny was alive.

Go back to jail now, huh?

Uh, no.

A witness.

A married man who wasn't supposed to be
where he was.

Turned up a little after you broke out,
handsome.

Seems he got a look at the fellow
through the knife. The description he

didn't fit you.

But it did fit Maxwell.

Uh -huh.

Come on.

I'll send the boys out for the other
one.

It's all here, Flora.

$120 ,000.

Let's see, 5 % of that would be $6 ,000.
2 .5%, handsome.

But, Flora, I found it.

I saved your life, didn't I? 2 .5 %
apiece.

Nothing doing. I came a long way for
this. It's all mine.

Not this week. Two and a half percent
now and nothing later.

Who do you think a judge is going to
believe? Some man who breaks out of

and beats up people in bars or a
respectable deputy sheriff?

How'd you break out of this jail,
Hanson?

Well, I can just take this along to
Denver with me. I'm going back with

so... Not a chance. We'll just pop this
money into the safe till the sheriff

gets back.

Don't worry. You'll get your reward.

Carry you back, lady?

Yes, Hanson.

Oh, by the way, Flora, can old man Mills
read?