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Oh, Mr. Howard, sir. I just couldn't
leave the valley without seeing how you

look in your new dress.

How can I ever repay you?

Well, you might ask me in for some
coffee and poetry reading.

Well, if Vern Scott found you here, he'd
kill you.

Oh, Scott's in town now. He's rounding
up a posse to chase me out to Maverick

Sheep Ranch.

Please come in, then.

A Warner Brothers television production.

It's your bet, I believe, Mr. Coley.

The only thing left that shines,
Maverick.

Well, I'll accept that.

And I'll call.

Three little ladies on an errand to
mercy.

And three wise men to show them the way.

Wheels fixed, gents.

I never would have believed it, but you
know this dude Maverick has just bested

Big Coley.

Sure, and the devil plays a harp. I tell
you, we've seen it.

Charlie, Big Coley is smarter than a
tree full of owls. There ain't nobody

best him.

Is that right, Mr. Coley? Ain't nobody
gonna best you.

Come on, give me a hand with the horses.

Glad to. This way, gents.

Seems you have a reputation, sir.

Yeah. Look, Maverick, I got a deal I
want to make to you.

A deal?

I've got a ranch property I'll trade you
for everything you've got there.

Oh, come on, Mr. Coley.

Halloween's a long way off.

I'm serious.

A man's reputation's a precious thing
around these parts.

I spent a long time building mine.

Look, if I was to say I flipped you
double to nothing and I won...

They'd say that, see, you can't beat Big
Coley no matter what.

They might be right.

I haven't seen that ranch.

I've got a legal description and a deed
right here.

That's one of the sweetest spreads in
the New Mexico Territory.

Three thousand head.

That alone is worth a lot more than what
I've got right here. Then we've got a

deal.

I'll sign it. And you'll keep quiet
about this?

Quiet?

Like a fly walking on fresh peach.

Hold your fire. I'm on your side.

He's run up the white flag.

Don't shoot.

I'm the new owner. Here's the deed.

New owner.

Well, better let him in, Batso.

If we don't like him, we can shoot him
later.

Better get the boys.

Best we trim him down before he takes
root.

Take the back trail.

Hi.

You sure you're the new owner?

You ain't some gun shark on the Dodge
like Jesse James.

Oh, my name's Maverick, Brett Maverick.
Here's my passport.

Maverick.

Sounds like cow people.

That's right. Well, I am now.

But then was cow people up there that
were shooting at you?

I think I'll just call you Jesse till I
find out a little more. Well, didn't I

notice lead flying at me from here, too?

Well, likely they thought you was one of
us. We thought you was one of them.

Well, just who is everybody?

And what is that smell?

Smell?

Must be this deal you made with Big
Coley. He sold you this shooting match.

I know that Coley. You can't lose.

No, I can't lose. Not at the price I
paid.

By the 3 ,000 head alone, it would make
me rich.

What is that smell?

What smell?

There ain't no smell here, except in the
critters.

Critters? Yes, all 3 ,000 head. We just
counted them yesterday.

Oh, you mean the cows.

Finest flock in these mountains.

Oh, that Vern Scott and his doggie
punchers.

He's bound to run this flock clean off
in the range if he has to kill Basco and

me and Heather to do it. Heather? What's
Heather?

Don't tell me there's a beautiful
shepherdess and a fine friend.

There sure is.

She's on watch.

Oh, I'm Jensen.

This here's the Basco. He don't speak
much English, but he sure can wrangle

sheep. He understands pretty good what
you're telling.

This is a new boss, Basco.

Mucho gusto, senor.

Mucho. See those animals out there?

They look fat and healthy. What do they
bring on the market?

Practically nothing.

Can't even get a bid on them.

Oh, there was a sheep buyer come around
a few days ago.

But the cattleman grabbed him before he
even got to the hotel.

What'd they do with him?

Well, nobody knows.

Nobody'll ever know.

Maverick!

You come out peaceful or we'll ride down
and burn you out!

Come on, Jesse, we'll blast them.

Basco, you know what to do.

Si.

Come on, follow me. Wait, wait, wait a
minute. There's no point in getting them

all stirred up. Is there a way out of
here?

That's what I'm trying to tell you.
We're going to outflank them through the

tunnel. What tunnel?

This old escape tunnel for Apache raids.

We'll powder them counters. You mean
we'll ambush them?

That's the idea.

And if that don't work, I still got an
ace up my sleeve.

Where does this tunnel come out?

In the rocks, other side of the house.
We'll wipe them out. You don't think

we're going too far?

Jesse, you're a fighter, remember?

Brett, if you don't mind.

What's the Vasco gonna be doing?

Now, he's gonna stay here and shoot from
the door. That way, we get him in a

crossfire. Vasco!

We'll give you the signal when to start
firing.

We'll raise our hands like this. Si, si,
comprendo.

Let me go first, Jesse. Heather don't
like strangers.

Where is Heather?

She's around here someplace.

There she is.

That's Heather?

Sure is.

What's she doing, counting sheep?

She's a real dream, Jesse.

You know, someday, Heather and Bosco and
me are going to have a flock of our

own. Just us, way off there in the
mountains.

And no dude giving us orders.

Come on, Heather.

And don't touch her until she gets
introduced.

Heather, this here is Jesse James, alias
Brett Maverick.

Hi, Heather.

Well,

it stuck to me right off, huh?

Hey, haven't we got some work to do?
Yeah.

Heather nudged me.

Here they come, Jesse.

I'm out of cartridges.

I have to use our ace.

Aim for that little barrel in the middle
of the road.

What for?

Don't ask questions. Just hit it.

Hit it.

I told you I had an ace up my sleeve.

Old -timer, you sure play rough.

come to a bad end. We licked him today.
We can lick him tomorrow. Without

gunpowder? Well, they throw your rocks
up there, and we got our hands.

And weak stomachs.

I never could stand a sight of blood,
especially mine.

Look, nobody there knows who I am.

I'll be back.

Heather, you trail him.

Leds are gonna be buzzing around,
Maverick, like bees around a hive.

Only lead stings deeper.

Now you go on, take care of him.

Short beer.

Stranger in town?

So far.

Ain't much room around here for rolling
stones.

Not even if they don't gather any moss.

Boys, I called you together because
we've got a job to do.

And just to show that we are all
together.

I've brought the little lady that owns
the biggest spread in the valley.

Miss Cooper.

She could be real pretty wearing lace
instead of leather.

Take it easy, stranger.

That's Mr. Scott's girl.

I was just enjoying the view.

Guess you know the Coopers have been in
cattle ever since my father drove the

first herd into this valley.

And how we feel about sheep.

There's only one sheep outfit left.

And the only reason they're still
operating is quick money.

Money. Is there any man here who thinks
money's everything?

How quick money's not worth ruining a
good cattle range, is it? No. No. No.

No. No.

Well, now, I've got the name of this
mutton puncher who thinks money's

everything.

Big Coley took the trouble to wire me
personally who he sold the ranch to.

A ten -horn gambler by the name of
Maverick.

He's a hard case, boys.

This maverick tried to kill me in some
of my hands today with blasting powder.

Now, there's only one place for a man
who puts himself above the law, and

underground.

I'm offering $500 bounty for this
maverick. And I'm matching it.

Anyone else?

$200. Another $100. $400.

$200. Anyone else?

That makes $1 ,900.

Now, who'll make a $2 ,000?

Thank you, stranger.

Now, the committee offers $2 ,000 to
whoever hangs up this maverick saddle.

Now, that being the sole business of
this meeting, I declare her adjourned.

Well, see him. Just a minute, dude.

Couldn't be the quickest $2 ,000 a man
ever made. Mr. Scott.

Excuse me.

What's going on here? Smell this man's
clothes.

Sheep. Maybe you better explain, mister,
beginning with your name.

Oh, certainly.

My name is Gordon W. Howitzer.

I smell of sheep because I've been on a
sheep range.

You've what?

As a part of my business, Mr. Scott, I'm
a federal inspector of rangelands.

And our government is vitally interested
in the depredations of sheep in this

valley. Federal man?

And Washington's worried about sheep on
our range?

They are, if I say so, Miss Cooper. Very
worried.

Well, now, Mr. Howardson and I might get
along real fine.

We can't turn our backs on a range
inspector just because he dresses like a

and his clothes smell of sheep.

No more than I could turn my back on a
pretty girl just because she dresses

a boy and her clothes smell of cattle.

Drinks are on you there, Dee.

Set him up.

You, uh...

You agree, then, Howitzer, that this new
sheep owner, Maverick, should be wiped

out? Well, I can't speak officially, of
course, but if I were in your shoes, I

wouldn't like to be in his.

You know, Howitzer, this is
providential.

You may be just the man we want.

Maybe I am.

Now, you being a government inspector
can ride right up to Maverick's ranch.

You could get him out in the open on
some pretense, couldn't you?

Nobody could do it quicker.

Well, we'll drink on that.

To Mr. Maverick.

We'll find that lightning can strike
twice in the same place. That's just

my pappy said as he looked down my
brother Bart's cradle.

Oh, uh, as a range inspector, there's
one thing I would like to know. You

of quick money and sheep.

How much money and how quick?

Well, there's been a buy -around
offering $12 a head for sheep.

We're only getting $10 for cows.

Well, I understand this maverick has
about 3 ,000 sheep. That's $36 ,000.

Just who is this buyer?

You don't know?

Should I?

Certainly. He's a government man like
yourself, out from Washington.

A government man, huh?

I don't know him.

Well, that makes me feel sort of
sheepish.

He's supposed to be a special agent for
the Seward Committee.

out of the sheep's bread.

It sure is.

Well, I'll just fix it up, son.

No, wait.

The dog's looking for someone.

Might be one of those mutton punchers.

That might be Mr. Maverick himself.

Yeah.

Norman?

It was Mr. Howard, sir. He went out
back. He said he had to get himself

fumigated and he'd call on you later.

On me?

Yes, ma 'am. He wanted me to tell you
especially.

He didn't want to show up with that
sheep aroma.

That's what he said.

What a nice, thoughtful man.

Don't you let that animal out of your
sight.

You're right, Mr. Scott.

Mr. Howard, sir,

to see Miss Cooper.

Who is it, Lee?

Gordon W. Howard, sir.

Mr. Gordon W.

Hollister. Ask Mr. Howard, sir, to make
himself comfortable.

I'll be right down.

Come in, please.

Love is the feel of the sky and the
earth, yea, and the creatures upon it.

Love is the food of life.

Sorry, Mr. Howard, sir.

Your servant, Miss Cooper.

Flowers.

Just a token of a stranger's respect.

Oh, they're beautiful.

I never got flowers before.

Oh, really? A girl as pretty as you?

Me pretty?

Oh, I know what I look like, a tomboy.

I was brought up to ride and rope so as
I could run my folks' ranch.

They wanted a son, but I was the best
they could do.

Well, all you need is a lovely dress and
some brilliance in your hair.

Thanks. Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Nice to hear easy talk like that just
once in your life.

Roundup wouldn't know the difference.

Well, love may come late in Roundup,
but... It'll come.

Love is the feel of the earth and the
sky.

Yea, and the creatures upon it.

How did you know that?

The couch is lumpy.

Yes, I'm engaged to Vern Scott, and he
knew I read these books.

Well, what can I do for you, Inspector?

Well, it's about my government report,
ma 'am.

I must have all the facts about the
threat of sheep to this range, including

name of the elusive buyer.

Well, then you've wasted your flowers
and your sorghum talk because I don't

it. Well, how do you know he made the
offer?

From a man named Coley.

Big Coley? Friend of yours?

Oh, no, no. Just heard his name
mentioned in the circle of friends.

He has the reputation of a man who
doesn't like to get beat.

Coley owned that sheep spread of
Mavericks. Boasted all over the valley

cattle folks were going to beat him.
Said he had a cash offer for his

Well, why didn't he sell?

Well, he wired the buyer to meet him
here in Roundup. And just as the stage

leaving town, Vern mixed up a pod of tar
and feathers.

Gave Coley his choice.

He took the stage.

What happened to the buyer?

He was met by certain people and told to
keep quiet about the high price of

sheep. But he wasn't killed?

No, but he might as well have been.

Where'd he go?

Where he won't talk.

What are you doing here, mister?

The inspector just came to check on the
sheep buyer.

Yeah? Is that why he brought you them
flowers?

Well, sheep are a pretty smelly subject,
Mr. Scott.

Mr. Dude, Roundup's a small town.

And everybody knows you bought flowers
for the girl promised to me. Now, Vern.

And I don't like it.

Well, now, can't we discuss this in a
civilized manner, Mr. Scott?

No.

you later, Mr. Howitzer. At your
convenience, Mr. Scott.

I think I'd better be going, too. I
think you had to.

Thanks for the flowers.

It's a pleasure.

You going to hide behind a woman's
skirts?

Anytime.

If she was wearing skirts.

Thank you, Miss Cooper.

Maybe I can return the favor sometime.

You can't. Because you've got just one
hour to clear town.

Well, what about my survey report, Mr.
Scott?

One hour.

Or you'll be hiding behind a headstone.

to act like a wild animal. He clobbered
me pretty good in here. You started it.

He was just trying to do his job for the
government.

I don't pay no taxes for him to buy
flowers for my girl. That's the way they

things in Washington.

He makes a lady feel at least there's
more to a face than a sombrero and a

sunburn. He's a gentleman.

No, he ain't. He's a wolf with sheep in
his clothing.

But now you've frightened off Mrs.
Gilhooly, my very first customer in

Never mind. The way she went out, she'll
be back. Look, I came in the back door

because I'm making a confidential
purchase for a lady friend.

Confidential? Oh.

Something flimsy, revealing?

Just the tiniest bit, outre.

Just the tiniest bit, yeah.

Well.

She smells something.

Now, this is rather exciting, don't you
think?

Gun -blue bombazine with an amusing
little bustle of mink tails.

Oh, and leg -a -mutton sleeves.

Leg -a -mutton? Oh, no, not for this
lady. That's impossible.

Impossible? Why, I'll have you know this
is an original from A .E. Stewart.

Very big in the east this season. For
wakes, maybe.

Now, don't you have something that a
beautiful girl could kind of come alive

Ah, hey, here.

Something like this. Well, oh, my, you
do have exceptional taste, sir.

Why, this is raw silk with a chemisette
of... antique Belgian lace and buttons

down the back to get out easy in case
she catches fire.

Just joking a little, sir.

Wrap

that

up and send it out to Cooper Ranch. Miss
D. Cooper. As soon as possible, sir.

Keep the change. Well, thank you. Oh,
thank you very much.

He's no range inspector. It's him,
Maverick.

Trail him. I'll get Scott back in the
town. We'll round up the boys.

Thanks, pal.

Come on, let's go.

What's wrong?

Got to get back to town.

Help me.

Oh, Mr.

Howardson. I just couldn't leave the
valley without seeing how you look in

new dress.

How can I ever repay you?

Well, you might ask me in for some
coffee and poetry reading.

Well, if Vern Scott found you here, he'd
kill you.

Oh, Scott's in town now. He's rounding
up a posse to chase me out to Maverick

Sheep Ranch.

Please come in, then.

You've got a long ride back to
Washington.

I'm not going back, ma 'am. I can't. Why
not?

Because I've failed. How?

Washington knows there's a sheep buyer
on this range, and I can't even file a

report.

I'm finished.

They'll get rid of me.

You mean drum you out of the service?

It's quite a ceremony.

Would they rip the buttons off your
coat?

They might.

But that's not fair.

They've got to give you another chance.

Not in our service.

Not when you've failed because of a
woman.

Me? Oh, you needn't worry, Miss Cooper.

It's a closed chapter. My lips are
sealed. I'll never breathe your name.

Oh, Mr. Howitzer, I can't stand it.

You can't?

I thought of you going through life with
your lips sealed and without your

buttons. Well, then, tell me about the
sheep buyer.

What would you have to know about him?

Oh, nothing much, just what he was up
to, where he went.

And you wouldn't lose your job, then?

Miss Cooper, if I could find out where
this man is and how much he's bidding

sheep, I might get out of this mess
pretty well.

Well, whatever happens, I'll always
carry the memory of you in that dress.

A vision of a little girl who became a
woman.

The buyer's over at Vern's ranch.

Bless you.

We cattlemen couldn't have him running
loose offering big money for sheep.

Why not?

Well, it might give the smaller ranchers
ideas.

And they'd start bringing in more sheep
and more sheep. And they'd ruin your

range. Mm -hmm. So Vern's just keeping
him as his guest.

Don't you mean his prisoner?

Well, till that horrible man Maverick
and the sheep are out of the valley.

What's that?

I think it's a dog barking.

No, must be Vern.

Here, out the back way.

Thanks for the lovely dress.

Oh, think nothing of it.

It'll be on the expense account.

What's that you got on there? Are you
hot or something? It's a ball gown,

my very first.

Raw Chinese silk and an exciting
chemisette of pure Belgian lace.

The ball's over, young lady. Now, where
is he? The Maverick. We trailed him

straight out here.

Fern, there's been no Maverick here.
Look, don't lie to me. He sent you that

dress from Crabbills and followed it out
here. No, Fern. It was Mr. Howitzer.

That's Maverick. He just calls himself
Howitzer.

What? He's no federal agent. He's a
dirty sheep dipper. Now, where's he

I don't know.

And I suppose you don't know what he was
doing out here. Fern Scott.

He's a perfect gentleman. He just came
to check about the sheep trader.

He's Maverick?

told him you told him well it was this
dress and he he told me he was gonna

his job he easy talked me come on he's
headed for the barber ranch right now i

can't go in this dress then get in
something decent black if you have it

you'll be riding to maverick's funeral

there's

a cheap buyer around here somewhere
heather

You smell hard for Uncle Brett.

The lost traveler, my wife and five
children are out at your gate in an

uncovered wagon.

Can't stop at this range.

Oh, I don't plan to.

If you'd just be kind enough to point
out the road to Roundup.

Turn left beyond the gate.

Then right till you get to...

Are you the sheep buyer? I am, Honest
Donald McFadden. My name's Maverick.

on, we can talk of a trade. Oh, I'm
afraid not, son.

Why not? Well, this is why.

That pirate, Burns Scott, took my
clothes.

You can ride a horse in that.

Scott's liable to be here any minute,
and I want to talk business with him.

no, a public servant, which I happen to
be, doesn't appear in public clad in his

unmentionables. Oh, for the love of...
No, wait a minute.

got some sheep for sale. Do you want
them?

Want them?

You're looking at the chief wool
purchaser of the sewer committee.

What's that?

Well, it's a committee of Congress
charged with populating the new

Alaska.

It's my duty to buy wool for garments to
keep the settlers warm.

Well, my sheep are the warmest and the
wooliest, all 3 ,000 of them. Now, how

much you paying?

Well, if so happens, I have $36 ,000, of
which I was going to buy another 3

,000. Hey, wait, young fellow.

Where are your sheep? Not on the box
canyon.

That's right. Well, those are the sheep
I've been held prisoner for. They're

only technically yours.

Technically nothing. I got the bill of
sale, yeah.

Worthless in this lawless land.

Scott considers them his sheep. After
you're dead, of course.

But he's a cattleman.

And will you get dressed?

Well, you know, everybody thinks he's a
cattleman.

But what he really plans to do is to
flood this range with sheep.

If he gets the profits from...

selling me your sheep.

He can't do that. He doesn't control the
range.

They'll kill him. Well, he will control
it after he marries the trusting Miss

Cooper and gets hold of her land.

You know, cattle in this range are
doomed.

So are we if we don't get out of here
fast.

Now, come on.

Is he dead?

The bullet just grazed him.

He'll keep.

What a place to die.

You're just stunned.

Little Scott cares.

He'd murder me or Maverick or anyone
else for those sheep.

Mr. Scott is fighting to save our cattle
range.

Oh, you're Miss Cooper.

So you're giving your heart and hand and
your big ranch to Vern Scott and Mary,

huh? Well, allow me to acquaint you with
a few facts about Mr. Scott and sheep

in this lovely valley.

Boys, it's me, Maverick.

What's the matter, Jesse? Scott found
out who I am and raised a posse. They're

right behind me. Well, we'll blast their
hats off.

You don't understand.

Too many this time. We can't stop them.
I can't ask you to stay here and take

it. You mean you want us to leave your
critters to them butchers and just run?

They're my sheep. I'll take the loss.
But your lives are something else.

Jesse, you just don't know nothing about
sheep men.

We don't desert them critters out there
to coyotes, wolves, mountain lions,

grizzly bears, or cowboys.

Them sheep is our dream.

Brett, we can't quit now.

There's some things more important than
just living.

Old -timer, you're so right. How much
ammunition we got?

One box of shells for three guns, and
them knives.

What's that for?

Inviting. Ain't you never been married?

No.

And it looks like a pleasure I'm going
to miss.

Fisher in the barrel.

All right, boys, let him have it.

Crack their shell.

All right, rush them!

The only chance we've got is to get
Scott. You keep firing from here.

I talked to McFadden. He told me about
your double cross.

Come out with your hands up or we'll
kill you.

The buyer must have squealed about the
sheep.

We're done.

If we give up now, they'll do worse than
kill us.

Come on, let's make for the horses.

You know what to do next.

Traffic around here is busier than a
rabbit in love.

That's the kind of traffic we like, Pop.

That's the money coming.

Well, real good to see you.

We've got the sheep. They're all yours
for 36 ,000 lovely little dollars.

Mr. Maverick, I have terrible news for
you. You didn't bring the money?

Yes, I brought it, but I also brought a
telegram that I got in town.

They've dissolved the Seward Committee.
They're calling Alaska Seward's folly.

You mean they don't want any more warm,
woolly clothes for all those settlers?

What settlers?

People are saying that Alaska's nothing
but a snowbank.

It only has Russians.

What am I going to do with all those
poor lost sheep?

Quit worrying about them, Maverick.

We'll take care of them for you. Here we
go again.

Hold it, boy.

Kelly, put that rifle down.

Yes, Miss D.

Mr. Maverick.

Just how big was your stake in that
poker game?

About $1 ,000. Why?

I'll buy those woolies from you for 50
cents a head.

You? What are you going to do with sheep
in this valley? I'm going to give them

to the old -timer here, Basco, Heather,
if they'll just drive them far away,

anywhere off our range.

Lady, you've got yourself a deal. Where
do I sign the papers? Well, I've got a

pen and paper back at the ranch.

And an easy -talking fellow gave me a
dress that I'd just love to wear to

with him.

Lady, did I ever tell you the story
about the traveling sheepherder? No.

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

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

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

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

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

Luck is a lady that he loves the best.

Natchitoches, New Orleans, living on
Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

Riverboat, ring your bell.

Farewell, Annabelle.

Luck is a lady that he loves the best.

Natchitoches, New Orleans, living on
Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.