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I'll put it to you plain, ma'am.

Me and the boys here ain't what you'd call killers.

Killers do it just for fun. Now, we never

killed nobody except in the case of necessity.

But there is a heap of law looking for us...

and we can't have anyone leaving here who might tell them where we're at.

Afraid we'd need to kill anybody who tried.

Oh, but we couldn't possibly stay.

From the entertainment capital of the world...

produced for television by Warner Bros.

Well, Mr. Maverick's in. How about you, Mr. Maverick?

My pappy used to say:

"When you're playing poker, don't trust anybody, not even your brother."

What he really said was "especially your brother."

I'll see it and raise you $200.

That ain't money.

Oh, it's the same thing. It's a certified draft for $10,000.

- Still it ain't money. - We're not playing table stakes.

I'll accept the draft as security. It's as good as gold.

It better be. I'm carrying one just like it.

- You mind if I have a look at that thing? - Please.

Don't seem to be nothing wrong with it.

It's a certified draft for $10,000, sure enough. It's on the Gannet Express Company.

Ha-ha-ha! The Gannet Express Company?

What's funny about that?

How long you fellas been sitting at this table?

- Not very long. - Couldn't be more than five or six hours.

Well, if you'd have got up and gone outside, say about three hours ago...

you would've known as much as the folks out there know.

The Gannet Express Company has gone busted.

- What? - Wiped out.

- When? - Word come over the telegram.

The offices are closed. No more money's being paid out.

That's your damage.

You and your bright ideas. Too much cash to carry around.

You said that.

You win. Congratulations.

- Simmer down, folks. Simmer down. - What's going on over here?

It'll be a few months and then you'll all be paid off.

- At what ratio? Two cents on the dollar? - Well, maybe three.

Great.

My life savings were in that company.

- How much, partner? - Thirty-six dollars.

- I'd sell this for that right now. - I'm gonna keep mine in memory.

Ten thousand?

- Apiece? - Yes, ma'am.

If you'll excuse us, please, I think my brother's gonna be sick.

If he isn't, I am.

What are you thinking?

I've still got $30.

I was thinking I might split it with you.

Then again, I might get back in that poker game and run it up to 1000.

- But what if you lose the 30? - You don't get the 15.

- But if you win the 1000? - You do get the 15.

Bret, sometimes your heart runs away with your head.

Hello, again.

Bet you could stand a drink about now.

My grandmother sent me this all the way from Tennessee.

It's an old family cure for headaches. Sour mash.

She made it with her own little feet.

No thanks, I just had an apple.

It's a funny thing.

I have the bottle, but there aren't any glasses in my room.

Should I complain to the management?

I think you should. There are two in mine.

Well, that works out nicely.

None for me, please.

You don't like sour mash?

If I wanted another bad habit, I don't think that'd be it.

Oh.

Well that sort of leaves me without an excuse for being here.

Did you need one?

I suppose you think I'm forcing myself on you, and I am.

And if you think it's because of your money, it is.

You mean you actually prefer paupers?

Oh, you're no pauper. That certified draft for $10,000 is...

Oh, that? Well, I'm sorry, but that's all there was.

I know. But suppose I could tell you how you could get your money back...

would you be grateful?

The $10,000?

There isn't that much gratitude.

Well, I'd settle for 1000, cash.

I think you're serious.

About money? Grimly.

I don't know what you have in mind, ma'am, but you're speaking my language, greed.

Then we have a deal?

On one condition. That I won't go to jail.

Accepted.

- Well, let's shake on it. - I have a better way.

My name's Jessamy Longacre.

My name is Bart, Bart Maverick.

Some folks call me Jesse. Some call me Amy.

I'll call you Jesse.

Now, how do I get my $10,000?

First you have to buy horses and supplies for a three-day trip.

Fine. You can advance me the cash for that.

You mean, you don't even have enough money left to finance a trip?

Well, it's been awfully nice talking to you.

You mean the deal's off?

I'm afraid you can't afford it. And neither can I.

Yeah, but we sealed it with a kiss.

That breaks the seal.

I'm really awfully sorry, Bart, but business is business.

Good night.

Hello again. Bet you could stand a drink about now.

My name's Jessamy Longacre.

Mine's Bret, Bret Maverick.

Some folks call me Jesse. Some call me Amy.

I'll just call you Amy.

Now, about that 10,000.

Well, first you have to buy horses and supplies for a three-day trip.

With what?

You mean you're just as broke as your brother?

You mean he's another partner?

Ex-partner. He couldn't finance the trip. It takes money to make money.

Bret, I...

Jesse, couldn't you even wait till I borrowed the money?

From me? Forget it, I'm just another ex-partner.

I've just got to make a deal with someone or it'll be too late.

Then tell us. Bret and I have no secrets from each other.

That's right. We can find the ways and means

to finance the trip, but where are we going?

Well, I guess it really doesn't make any difference...

which one of you gets his money as long as I get mine.

What's wrong with both of us getting our money?

- Sure. That way you make twice as much. - But it's not that simple.

The little man who runs the Gannet Express office...

well, we're what you might call friendly,

and it seems that there's still one office...

at the Gannet Express Company that doesn't know it's out of business.

- What? - Where?

In Deadwood.

There isn't any telegraph line between here

and there because it's through Indian country.

So my little man is on his way up there now

by riverboat to close that Deadwood office.

But a man on horseback riding very fast...

Or two men.

We could both get there before he does, cash the drafts...

There's not enough there for both of you.

- Not enough? - How much is there?

Just a trifle over $11,000, the little man said.

Oh, I see.

- Just enough to cash one draft? - Well, it really doesn't matter.

If they had $20,000 up there, I still wouldn't

ride through Indian country to get it.

Well, we probably couldn't beat the riverboat there anyway.

Do you mean to say neither one of you is going to try it?

The odds are just a little too long.

We appreciate you thinking of us, but we better forget the whole thing.

Yeah, I'm gonna turn in. See in the morning, Bret.

- Sure thing, Bart. - Good night, Jesse.

Good night's sleep will do us good. - Yup.

- But, Bret, you don't understand... - Good night, Amy.

I don't know. I already got a watch.

Yeah, but well, this one's solid gold.

It's worth lots more than a horse and saddle.

Not to you, I reckon.

But, uh, that's a pretty nice looking hat you got there.

Of course...

what it really needs is that little vest to set it off.

- How do I look? - Like a very prosperous horse trader.

Well, I must say I did pretty well tonight.

That's the second horse and saddle I sold in 20 minutes.

Who got the first one?

Tall dark stranger dressed pretty much like you was.

That's how come I already had a watch.

Going somewhere, partner?

Why, Jesse, I was just gonna look you up to say goodbye.

But it looks like you're going somewhere too.

I thought I'd find you here.

I could shoot you right off that horse and nobody would blame me.

Trying to run out on our deal like this.

But our deal still goes.

I could only afford the one horse.

If I get my money, I'll come right back with your share.

That won't be necessary. I'm going with you.

- On one horse? - On one horse.

We're never going to catch up with Bret this way, let alone pass him.

That's what I told you before we started. Now,

look, it's just a short walk back into town.

I can still get the Deadwood first, if you'll only get off and wait for me.

All right, stop here.

- Now you're being sensible. - I think so.

- Get off. - Get off?

- Me? - Yes.

You wouldn't really use that and we both know it.

Do we?

Only one of you can get there first, Bart, and Bret's ahead.

I intend to be there and get my share when he cashes that draft.

Now get off.

I'm really terribly sorry, Bart.

- But... - I know, business is business.

Goodbye.

Well, that's what it shakes down to.

Twenty-four dollars and 50 cents apiece.

Losing two horses, getting Arthur killed and Bergie shot up that way.

A real nice day's work, Sundown. Twenty-four fifty.

If Arthur hadn't got killed, I'd have killed him myself.

Start shooting before he even got the safe open.

Nobody's blaming you, Sundown.

How we gonna get out of here? There's four of us and only three horses left.

And don't get no idea of waiting for me to die, because I ain't about to.

No, Bergie, reckon you're too ornery for that.

By morning I had pushed my horse about as far as I dared.

I had to get a fresh one somewhere. But where?

You're right, Klutz. We sure got to get us another horse somewhere.

Where? BRET: Howdy, gents.

Hello there. Hello.

Whoa.

Hi, how are you? Good to see you.

Hey. Stop jumping around and waving your hands till I get a good look at you.

How long's it gonna take you to see I'm alone, on foot, and just about lost.

- You look to me like a road agent. - Without a horse?

You might have your horse stashed over there behind them trees.

Yeah, you might have a whole passel of road agents with you.

Honest, I didn't even know this was a road. Now, how about a lift?

All right, shifty.

Now, just hand over your gun belt real careful and I'll give you one more chance.

One more? What was the first?

Not blowing your head off first time I set eyes on you.

All right, climb aboard.

Let's go, Sassafras. Come on.

Any place up ahead where I could get a horse?

Nope.

Only two places between here and Indian country...

mine and the general store.

General store? Out here?

I didn't say the general store, I said the general's store.

General Hoyt Bosco, retired.

He's got the last stopping place on the way to Deadwood.

And neither one of you's got an extra horse?

Both do.

But you said there wasn't any place I could get one.

Yeah, that's what I said, shifty. They ain't for sale.

Oh.

Why, Amy.

Miss Longacre to you, Mr. Welsher.

Now, Amy, I didn't run out on you. There wasn't any time to lose.

I could only afford the one horse, so...

So you would've come right back with my share, I know.

- What happened to the horse? - I was robbed.

- By who? - Robbers.

Well, we probably won't make it in time riding double, but climb on.

Let me get my boot on.

Bart's probably got a head start on us anyway.

He's behind us. I passed him last night and he's on foot.

- Well, don't tell me they robbed him too. - No, I did.

You sure must eat lot of corn out at your place.

- Hogs do. - Oh.

Well, there's a funny thing. I've been sitting here sort of absentminded...

counting the rows of teeth on these ears of corn. And guess what.

One bit you.

No, but three times running I picked an ear with a even number of rows.

Ten, 12 and 14.

Well, don't that beat the Dutch.

It's really quite curious.

I'm very interested in mathematics, you know.

Figures, parentages, that sort of thing.

Wonder what the odds would be...

against my picking another ear with an even number of rows. Say 50-to-1?

- Wouldn't say. Wouldn't if I could. - Well, let's find out.

Heh-heh. Suppose you pick the next one just for fun.

- Twelve again. - That's incredible. Four times running.

Couldn't do it again.

What'll you bet?

Tell me something, shifty.

Does an ear of corn ever have an odd number of rows?

Nope.

There's only one trial to Deadwood and Bret and I were both on it...

but he was hours ahead.

My only hope was that Jessamy had caught up with him.

She'd slow anybody down.

If we don't start making better time, we might as well pull to the side...

and get ready to wave to Bart as he goes galloping by.

But I told you, he's on foot.

You have more faith and a simple manner than I have.

If there's a horse within 100 miles, Bart's on it by now.

Bret.

Do I really see what I think I see?

- It can't be. - But it is.

There's a sign and everything.

Who would open a store way out here?

"General Hoyt Bosco, retired."

No sign of life. Nothing.

- That sounded like a horse. - That was a horse around in back.

Hello, open up.

- You got customers. - Ooh-hoo!

We're closed up for the day, sir.

- General Bosco, CSA? - Retired, sir.

I hope we ain't interrupting anything, sir...

but we'd sure admire to do some business with you.

Closed up, I said.

Try the Deadwood Mercantile Company, only two days ride over yonder.

But sir, sir, I was at Gettysburg.

- On which side? - On the side of right.

- You don't look liked no Southern boy. - He's been feeling poorly.

Oh, is that so? I reckon you won't be satisfied

till you come in, so come on in, come on in.

Thank you.

Now, you get down, sergeant.

And now, sir, you may state your business briefly.

Well, general, I'll tell you.

We find ourselves with only one horse between the two of us.

And we have to be honest with you, sir...

we have no money and nothing to trade. But we do have this.

We're on our way to Deadwood now to cash it in.

So if you'll trust us with a horse and a saddle...

we'll pay you three times what it's worth when we come back with the money, sir.

What in tunket is it?

Well, as you can see, sir...

it's a certified draft for $10,000 drawn on the Gannet Express Company.

Now, how could we ever have missed that?

I had tried to keep you all out of this.

Maybe next time you'll have the good sense to listen to a superior officer.

Just hand over that piece of paper.

What paper?

Oh, this? You don't want this.

- It isn't worth anything, is it? - No.

- Ten thousand, you said. - Well, I was lying.

Let's have it.

No, really. I was just trying to put one over on the general...

now that we needed a horse so bad.

Just like I figured. I can spot a Yankee with my eyes closed.

You can see that thing's worthless.

Looks good to me. Like you said, certified.

Haven't you heard? The Gannet Express Company went bankrupt.

I ain't heard no such thing. Of course, we have been a bit out of touch.

Howdy do, ma'am?

That thing isn't worth the paper it's printed on.

So why do you want it back?

Well, I...

No matter. I'll just hold onto it for spell.

Ain't no hurry, none of us gonna be leaving here for two or three days anyway.

Oh, but we couldn't possibly stay.

Certainly not. We ought to be running along right now.

Oh, I'm sorry folks, but that's how it's got to be.

You see, our friend Mr. Berger, he went and got himself shot up pretty awful.

So we're all gonna stay real put and just wait for old Berger to get better.

We can't stay here.

Well, I'll put it to you plain, ma'am. See, me and the boys here...

we ain't what you'd called killers. Killers do it just for fun.

We never killed nobody, except in the case of necessity.

But there is a heap of law looking for us...

and we can't have anyone leaving here who might tell them where we're at.

Afraid we'd need to kill anybody who tried.

You'll probably kill us all anyway before you leave.

I ain't decided that, general.

I wouldn't go putting ideas in my head, if I was you.

Maybe you know something about nursing a wounded man, ma'am.

We'd sure take it kindly if you'd look after Bergie.

I wouldn't touch him with a stick.

We ain't snakes or horny toads, ma'am. We got feelings too.

And we think a lot of Bergie.

If he was to die, we might take to killing just to let off steam.

I'll do what I can.

We thank you, ma'am.

Klutz.

Now, take your seat. We'll let the general buy us a drink.

No, general, not that bottle. The good stuff back of the bar.

When you're in my place, sir, you'll drink what I serve.

Why, ain't you forgetting your Southern hospitality?

I said the other bottle.

If you please, general?

Now then, no reason we can't be sociable, huh?

I don't like just waiting around, Sundown, even for Bergie.

You ought to be ashamed. He didn't catch that bullet on purpose, you know.

I know, but something's always going wrong.

Our luck's due for a change. You watch, Klutz.

The minute we hit Deadwood, things'll go off slicker than a greased pig.

Why, they ain't even got a safe in Stryker's saloon.

Nothing but nice naked money laying around just everywhere you look.

Heh. Don't hardly sound decent, does it? Heh-heh.

Well, how is our boy doing, ma'am?

- Well, he's sleeping. - Good.

- Would you like a little drink? - I'd like a little fresh air.

Well, we can find plenty of that outside.

Of course, I'd have to go along with you to help you look.

I thought you would.

Oh?

- Any objections, Mr. Maverick? - No, none that I can back up.

You got a nice attitude.

Might even be a moon out in that fresh air, who knows?

Watch the store, general.

Hi, little lady.

Just close your eyes and breathe real deep.

No, I didn't come out here to breathe. I've got to talk to you.

About that no-good man of yours?

Well, he's not my man. He's my business partner.

Oh? What sort of business might that be? - Investments.

He wasn't lying about the Gannet Express Company...

it has gone bankrupt.

Then this piece of paper really ain't worth $10,000?

- It is, if you know how to use it. - Tell me how.

Not until you promise if you get your money, you'll let Bret and me go.

And give me $1000.

My, my, you have a head for business.

Yes, indeed.

Why not?

Nine thousand's better than none.

Shake on it?

We can do better than that.

My name's Jessamy Longacre.

Some folks call me Jesse. Some call me Amy.

I reckon I'll just call you Jessamy.

Darned if that don't call for another kiss.

No, Sundown. Not now.

- Bart. - Jesse, we got too many partners already.

Bart, I had to do something to get him out of here fast.

He's the leader, there are four of them. One of them caught a bullet and holed-up.

They've been holding us here until he's able to travel.

I think they plan to kill us when they leave and they'll find out quick...

there's nothing to stop them now. He died 10 minutes ago.

Hey, Sundown, Bergie's dead.

- Hello, Bret. - Hello, Bart.

I guess you got the one inside or you wouldn't be out here.

No, the general did. What about him?

Finished.

So is Sundown, his bullet got him.

Didn't get this though.

It's been a right prideful pleasure having you all visit with me.

Do drop in again, anytime you're in the neighborhood.

That we will, general.

- Thanks for everything. - Not at all.

Well, let's go.

Adjust me a hand up, will you, Bret? - Sure thing.

Bye. BOSCO: Goodbye.

Wait for me.

Bart, wait up. Something's happened to Bret.

You think somebody cut his saddle cinch?

- Bart. - We'd better not wait for him.

He's liable to be quite a while, especially if all the saddle cinches have been cut.

Wait for me.

Like it or not, we're gonna have to give these horses a rest.

I've hardly had a chance to thank you for practically saving my life.

We might even have time for that.

Bart, is that a coyote?

No.

Is it an Indian?

No, it isn't an Indian either.

What is it, then?

It's Bret.

- Bret? - Yep.

But why would he be out there making noises like that?

He thinks I'm gonna go out to investigate the noises, and while I'm gone...

he's gonna sneak in here, cut my saddle cinch, and gallop off to Deadwood with you.

But that's ridiculous.

Why wouldn't he just creep in here and pull a gun on you? That's what I'd do.

That's not the way it works between Bret and me.

You see, Jesse, the one thing we don't do is kill each other.

- He sounds awfully lonely out there. - Heh-heh-heh.

You just forget about him and let him howl.

He does a pretty fair imitation at that.

Sounds just like an Indian sounding like a coyote.

Bart, how can you be so sure it's not an Indian?

Because we're not in Indian country yet, that's how.

Not in Indian country, huh?

I still can't understand it.

What I can't understand is why they didn't kill us.

Good morning, folks.

Seems like you two got yourselves into a kettle of trouble.

But I'm sure if we put our heads together, we can work something out.

- Who are you? - Stryker's the name, ma'am.

Harvey Stryker.

You can come and go around here anyway you please?

Oh, yeah.

Me and the Indians does business together.

I've been trading with them ever since the gold strike.

You see, I got a saloon over in Deadwood. I trade them whiskey and tobacco...

for hides and articles that they manufacture

like jewelry and blankets and pottery.

Them Indians is mighty clever with their hands, you know.

I've noticed that.

That's fine. You're such good friends with them

that you can talk to him and get us out of this?

Well, we ain't such good friends. It's a business arrangement.

Like I say, we trade together. That's why I'm here now, for trading.

And they figured that you might be worth something. Now, are you?

We think so.

What I mean is, I'd have to put out considerable

cash or merchandise to buy you out of this.

Now, the problem is, how do I get my money back if I do?

Do you have any assets, any collateral, anything of value?

The ring there is pretty, let me see that.

Oh, take it.

Pretty little thing, but that ain't hardly enough. What else you got?

Tell me, Mr. Stryker, what happens to us if you can't make a deal with them?

Well, let's put it this way. They just don't like carrying a large inventory.

All right. We do have something of value.

- It's in the lining of my hat. - In your hat?

This?

Ten thousand dollars, certified.

- That'll make it easier. - You won't be needing it all, will you?

We don't even think we're worth that much.

Rest assured, I'll make the best deal I can.

We're in no position to haggle so just get out there and make the deal, huh?

Well, I can't make no deal with this.

Them Indians don't savvy a little piece of paper.

They savvy whiskey, tobacco and guns.

What I gotta do is to ride back to Deadwood...

cash this in and ride back here again with some goods.

Or not ride back again at all.

Well, never mind. If we can't leave here right now with you...

then you can just put that little piece of paper back in my hat and forget it.

You know it's funny, but I don't feel no compunction to do that.

This don't mean beans to them Indians.

And it ain't gonna do you no good to keep it here.

And it certainly ain't gonna do me no good to leave it here.

It won't do you any harm to leave us here.

Well, none that I can think of.

Give me back my ring.

Well, you ain't gonna be needing it, ma'am.

- You reckon it looks too sissified? - If we ever get out of here, Stryker...

And that don't hardly seem likely.

Well, folks, I'm gonna bid you a fond adieu. I'm sorry, but business is business.

Where have I heard that before?

Oh, shut up.

Hey, wait up.

There's no need for that gun, mister.

I'll be the judge of that. Now, what do you want of me?

Just the time of day and a little information.

What information?

I was wondering if you'd seen a man and a woman on the trail.

They'd be traveling pretty fast. I thought they might've passed you.

What do you wanna know for?

Well, I'm trying to catch up with them. I just wondered how far ahead they might be.

All right, they passed me about an hour ago.

And like you said, they was riding fast.

Much obliged. Looks like I'll have to hurry. You can put away the gun now.

You just ride on past, mister, because this gun

ain't coming off you as long as I can see you.

And you remember, I could be seeing you when you ain't seeing me.

I'll remember that.

By the way, you didn't give me the time the day...

but don't bother, I probably couldn't afford it.

Did you kill her to get this, mister?

What did you do with them?

Nothing. They gave that so I could buy them back from the Indians.

You'd better explain that.

The Indians got them and they wanna trade.

I was taking that draft into Deadwood to cash it and then go back and bail them out.

That's why you took her ring, you expected to go back?

She wanted me to have that for what I was doing for them.

You got about $700 in cash in here.

That wasn't enough? Just who are you?

My name is Stryker. I own the Stryker Saloon in Deadwood.

I do some Indian trading too.

You don't believe it, you ask them, they'll vouch for me.

All right, Mr. Stryker.

We'll go back and see your Indian friends.

We'll find out just how good a trader you are.

You're going the rest of the way alone.

- You're gonna get them out, Stryker. - Well, what with?

Big Indian trader like you, a man of

integrity, your word ought to be good enough.

It'd better be.

I'm keeping your mules and your hides and your money and your guns.

You can have them back when you come out with my brother and the girl.

I can see the whole village from up here. I can see about everything that goes on.

If you're not back in a half hour, you know what I'm gonna do?

- Attack the village? - No.

No, I'm gonna turn tail and run.

I'll be long gone before your Indian friends can catch up.

Somewhere between here and Deadwood...

maybe in Deadwood itself, I'll be waiting for you.

And I will be seeing you when you ain't seeing me.

And I'll kill you. It's as simple as that.

Here. I'll be back in a half hour.

Come on.

Hyah! Hyah!

Nice work, Stryker. You see what you can do when you really apply yourself?

Oh, Bret, how can we ever thank you?

I'll admit, you never looked so good to me before.

I know just how you feel, Bart. So we'll forget how you cut those saddle cinches.

That was all in fun. I'd split with you anyway, you know that.

Sure you would.

We may as well go the rest of the way together.

After all, what happened here proves we need each other.

Why, I couldn't put it better myself.

Well, Mr. Stryker, there are your hides and your mules.

And here's your money.

And here are your guns.

Oh, yes, your bullets.

When Bart understood how wrong he had been, there weren't any more delays.

Once Bret realized how his greed had slowed us up...

we made it to Deadwood in good time.

We were ready settle for 5000 each.

Four thousand, five hundred each.

Ten thousand dollars apiece.

I'm terribly sorry, but we don't have that much money on hand.

How much do you have?

We'll cash one draft now and the other later.

I afraid we couldn't do that either.

Actually, we only got about $87 in our safe.

Mr. Beasley, he's a big mining man...

he cashed a draft yesterday and just about cleaned us out.

But don't worry, the stagecoach and the riverboat's due in any minute now...

bringing our regular cash delivery.

That's why we're open so late. We're waiting for the stage to get here.

As soon as it does, we'll be very happy to honor your drafts.

- You say it'll be here soon? - No more than 20 minutes.

That's not very long to wait.

Why don't you have a drink across the street at Stryker's Saloon?

And by the time you've had it, the stage ought to be here.

- Yeah. Thank you. - Thanks a lot.

Amy, you stay here and watch for that stagecoach.

Bart, come with me.

What are you thinking now?

I'm thinking you're awful lucky not to be an only child.

- Hey, Mr. Stryker. - Stryker's out of town.

- I run this place when he ain't here. - Oh, that's too bad.

We really wanted to see him.

It's very important.

What is it? I'll tell him when he comes in.

- We have some information for him. - Valuable information.

So valuable, we think he'll be willing to pay to hear it.

A hundred dollars apiece.

What kind of information?

Well, we wouldn't wanna say until we agreed to a price.

How can I agree to a price when I don't know what it is?

Shall we tell him, Bart?

Yeah. He looks honest.

All right. All right. We just got in today from Grand Dio.

We were stopping out at General Bosco's place...

and we heard the Sundown Kid and his gang were planning to rob this place.

- This place? - Yes, sir.

- And that's your valuable information? - Well, it certainly is.

To be forewarned is to be forearmed.

Well, that information ain't worth nothing.

Planning to rob a place and doing it is two different things.

Well, yeah, to be sure. But they meant to do it.

And probably tonight.

And what if they don't? I'd have paid out $200 of Stryker's money for a bum steer.

Yeah. He's got a point there.

All right. If they don't try to rob this place, you don't owe us a cent.

But if they do try to rob it...

we ought to be entitled to a measly 200 for saving you thousands.

- It ain't my money, it's Stryker's. - But it's your duty to protect it.

Why, there must be thousands laying right out here in the open.

More than 20.

You'd better gather up this money right now and put it in your safe.

We ain't got a safe.

There must be a safe someplace in town.

Say, how about right across the street, that Grannet Express Company?

- Gannet Express Company. - Yeah.

Why should it take so long to put money into a safe?

They probably have to count it first.

Look.

They're stopping right across the street.

- Amy, do something. - Do what?

Go over there, Jesse. Stall them. Stop them.

Why, Miss Longacre, how did you get to Deadwood?

Oh, she's fainted. Must have been the shock of seeing me here.

Driver, give me a hand, will you?

Why, sure. Just hold her in Stryker's Saloon here.

- Well, I feel better now. - So do we.

Well, thanks, boys. If things work out, you'll be rewarded.

We're sure of it.

Hey.

Here comes Mr. Stryker.

You can make your deal in person now.

Mr. Stryker.

Wait till you hear.

There. There. She seems to be coming around now.

- What two men? - They were here a couple of minutes ago.

Don't worry, they'll be coming back for their money.

It couldn't be a crooked scheme...

because what could anybody gain by having us put our money in a safe?

They weren't with her?

Will somebody else please hold her?

I've just got to get across the street and close that office.

- What office? - The Gannet Office. They've gone bankrupt.

- Bankrupt? - Yes.

You great lot, you are.

Two men, brothers, they been here yet?

You mean the Maverick brothers. They just cash their drafts and left.

What'd you pay them with?

Well, fortunately, your manager just made a

very large deposit, enough to cover both drafts.

- Both drafts? - Ten thousand each.

- Oh! - Is anything wrong?

So Brother Bart and I both got our money back after all.

Just what we started with, 10,000 apiece.

Nine thousand apiece, and 2000 for me.

After all, business is business.