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Uh, who is there?

Angelica Garland. They told me I could talk with the prisoner.

Yes. Oh, y-yes, ma'am. Miss.

Hanging is too good for you, Benson January.

Why, it wasn't the way I'd planned to go.

They're not gonna cheat me out of the pleasure

of killing you myself.

Doesn't look like they are.

But first you're going to hear Mary Louis' last letter.

Her heartbreaking words will ring in your ears as you die.

"Maverick."

Starring Jack Kelly and Roger Moore.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

A Warner Brothers Television production.

Ya-hoo!

Well, no self-respecting horse thief would ever steal you

Gumlegs, but, uh, this inside straight money

would make the fingers of a parsonage.

Well, well, fella.

There is just nothin' I'd rather see than a vacant horse.

You get my last lump of sugar.

You, ahem, you

must have a real kind master keeping you in such good shape.

Remind me of my horse, which some varmints

stole out from under my very nose.

I tell you, there's nothing lower down than a horse thief.

- Agreed. - Ah!

Ah, ah! Oh! My heart.

- It's happened. I'm goin'. - Uh, what the...

Oh, don't talk, son, just easy me down on the ground

for I can pass on to a better world.

Oh! Oh...

Oh, I'm sorry, old man. I didn't mean to startle you.

Ah, it ain't your fault, son.

How was you to know my poor old heart is about wore out?

It's ready to quit.

Even a sneeze, it'd send me on my way.

Oh, is there anything I can do?

Uh, listen close, son. Ain't got much time.

I don't like bein' buried by strangers.

So I'll introduce myself.

Name is Ebenezer Bolt. Friends call me Eben for short.

Oh. Beauregarde Maverick.

My friends call me Beau for short.

Beau, glad to know you.

On the marker, under my name, just put

"He died on a Sunday

admirin' a horse."

Would you like a drink?

Water?

Uh, uh, whiskey.

Well, I do have a little whiskey for emergencies.

Well, a-a-a last slug of whiskey would, would go real good.

Uh...

- Here you are, Mr. Bolt. - Oh, oh.

Ahem.

Ah, huh. Well...

Well, uh...

Well, it, it-it's passed, young man.

I-I survived.

- I got a reprieve. - Oh, I'm glad.

There's, uh, nothing I'd hate more

than trying to dig a hole in this hard ground.

You saved my life, young man. You and that, uh...

- Hey, what do you call it? - Old Hen.

It sets 21 days.

Say, I have

to remember that.

I'm in debt to you for life.

Hope someday I can return the favor.

I hope I won't ever need that favor.

I'll see you around, old man.

Oh, hey, here, here now, y-you just can't ride off

and leave me in the middle of nowhere with no horse.

- Why, you don't have a horse? - What? No.

Well, how did you get out here?

Well, I walked. But it seemed like 30 miles.

Uh, some lowdown varmints stole my horse

left me out here to die.

A poor, old man

uh, with a weak heart, uh, and sore feet.

They oughta be hung for it.

Uh, that is what they do to horse thieves.

Yeah, you just can't save a man's life

and then toss it away. You gotta let me ride with you.

Hop on.

Yeah. There now.

- Ah. - Well, how's the heart?

Oh, uh, I-I think one more slug

of that Old Hen will just fix it up fine.

Well... Heh-heh. Ha-ha.

Come on, Gumlegs.

[Eben] Well, well. Ha-ha.

Uh, you're his nephew eh? Well, well, well!

Just imagine, me knowing your Uncle Beauregarde.

Well, of course now, I can't say we was real good friends.

Only known him for a day.

It was a poker game over in Deadwood.

He cleaned me out inside of four hours.

Oh, Uncle Beau's mentioned he's had some lucky days in his time.

Oh, he was a real gentleman, though.

Had to borrow his horse to go back to camp for more money

and, you know, when I got back to town

he had left real sudden.

Well, that figures. How much did he take you?

- I mean, uh, how much you lose? - Four dollars.

And, you know, I never did see him to return that horse.

Finally sold it for 22. Saddle brought 19.

Oh, he was a sharpie.

But you know I liked him in spite of it?

Yes, sir.

Hey, hey, get her... Turn around! Head for them hills, Beau.

What do you think you're doing, old man?

Morning, gentlemen.

Pleasant day, isn't it?

What do you think, Bradley?

- Huh, I reckon so, Starky. - It's gotta be them.

Shifty-lookin' young fellow and an old goat.

Oh, I, uh, can't help feeling

there's a mistake in the process of being made.

Would you gentlemen like to tell us what this is all about?

- You tell him, Starky. - Please do.

Well, it seems there's a slick young fella named Benson January

travelin' with an old codger, name unknown.

Yeah, I see an old fella like that over near Fitzerville.

Oh, he's a mean-lookin', a-a sneaky.

Little beady-eyes, you know, set real close together.

Oh, just one look at that old reprobate, you could tell...

Shut up!

What is it you want these men for?

Well, it seems these two fellas just about de-horsed

the whole countryside.

Horse thieves, huh?

[Starky] Yeah, horse thieves.

Ridin' horses, walkin' horses, plough horses

buggy horses, breedin' horses.

Fact is, the reason they've been so successful

it's been kind of hard to round up transportation for a posse.

Oh, thanks for the warning. We'll, uh, keep our eyes open.

Not for long, you old January.

January?

You really think I'm this fellow?

Well, we can soon straighten that up.

My name is Beau Maverick. Uh...

This old boy, I just picked up on the road.

Why, he didn't even have one horse.

I'm afraid you've got the wrong men.

Sure we have. Heh.

Yeah, that tree over there will do, boys.

Junior, take care of the horses.

[Starky] Alright, boys, let's get this over with.

Turn the horses around this way

so we can really get a good start.

Get those old ropes down. Tie their hands.

Get the gun belts.

Now wait a minute, I don't even know this old man

but I'm not gonna sit by and watch you hang him.

I'll say you're not.

Look, I've already told you, my name is Maverick, not January.

I never saw this old man before today. I'm a gambler!

Not a horse thief! I don't even like horses!

He's tellin' the truth, a kindly stranger that gave

a poor old man a ride. And this is his reward.

I tell ya, you got the wrong horse thieves!

Alright, boys. Stand back.

Oh, oh, wait a minute, Starky.

Uh, we can't do it.

- Why not? - Bird's nest.

- So what? - Well, it wouldn't be right.

Oh, uh, since you gentlemen are such bird-lovers

I'm sure you'll understand if we take a moment

to prepare ourselves.

Alright, you got a minute to pray.

Look, old man, if you really know this Benson January

why don't you make one last decent gesture

and tell them I'm not him?

I was thinkin' the same thing.

Oh, I'd be forever grateful.

I was thinkin', if you are this fella

you could confess and get me off.

Even if you're not, you just might as well tell 'em anyhow.

No, it's a draw.

I hope that helps.

But I got a feelin' that souls are kind of like horses.

Once they've been stole, they are hard to get back.

Alright, boys, let's stretch 'em.

Wait, look!

Now back to "Maverick."

Well, I see you got 'em. Good job.

Starky, who's their counsel?

There ain't gonna be no counsel.

We caught 'em, we gonna hang 'em.

Without a trial?

Well, we're way out here

and I don't wanna miss my supper.

That's Benson January and the old man who runs with him.

[Starky] They are horse thieves, and that's trial enough for me.

Now look, Starky, I'm a lawyer

and I know the law, and the law says--

We didn't come out here to listen

to no speeches, young man.

They're entitled to a trial

even if they're guilty.

- Who says? - The law of the land.

You seem to forget. I am a lawyer.

Nobody can forget you bein' a lawyer.

Been runnin' around town for months

tryin' to stir up a case for yourself.

Maybe it's the best thing to do, Starky...

...makin' the hangin' legal and everything.

There ain't gonna be no trial because there ain't no judge!

Well, Judge Hookstraten's been travelin' the circuit.

He oughta be in Dry Red right now.

- Ah it's a waste of time. - Well, I'll ride in.

And get him. You can hold the trial right here.

[Bradley] I think it's the right thing to do, Starky.

Alright, boys. Looks like it goes to a vote.

All in favor of hangin' say aye.

Aye!

All in favor of a trial.

Aye!

The second bunch of ayes have it.

Alright lawyer, you ride in

and fetch a judge, I'll pick a jury.

But if you ain't back by sundown...

Come on, boys, we'll make camp across the road.

Oh, oh, Junior, you're too young to jury.

- You stay and watch 'em. - Alone?

Oh, they won't give you no trouble.

If they do, just swat the horse.

I am sure glad you came along when you did, Mr. uh...

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Wouldn't know where it could be.

But I am a lawyer and, uh, at your service.

Well, my name is Maverick. Beau Maverick.

Not Benson January.

Just, uh, convince 'em they got the wrong man, will you?

Uh, tut-tut-tut-tut, it isn't ethical for me

to listen to evidence until I'm hired.

Huh? Oh.

Alright, well, you're hired.

That'll be a $100 in advance and another 100 if I get you off.

It's a deal. The money's in the saddle bag.

I'm only gonna take a hundred, Mr. January.

If you don't hang, I'll trust you for the rest.

Uh, Mr. Lawyer, I ain't tryin' to tell you how to run your case

but if you wanna win this one for sure

just cut these ropes and let us git!

You'll get a proper trial, old man.

- You, too, Mr. January. - I'm not January.

Mr. January, let me decide the proper line of defense.

I am the lawyer.

Now I better go get Judge Hookstraten

or there's not gonna be any trial.

Oh, there, Gumlegs.

Junior, would you mind holding this horse?

You know, that fellow looked familiar.

[Beau] Hey, Junior.

That lawyer, is he any good?

Oh, he hasn't lost a case yet.

- That's encouragin'. - Of course...

He hasn't had a case yet.

Uh, you'll be the first.

Now, has the jury reached a verdict?

It is the duty of the law

to protect as well as prosecute.

It's our function to work for the accused

look after his interests as well as convict him.

Now, with these values firmly in mind

I now pronounce the defendant

guilty!

Hang him!

- I'm trying to find-- - I'm looking for--

Oh. I beg your pardon.

- Excuse me, ma'am. - Go right ahead.

- No, no, you go first, please. - Oh.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

I'm looking for Mr. Benson January.

Did you say Benson January?

- Yes. Do you know him? - Ma'am, I'm his lawyer.

Angelica Garland. I'm his fiancee!

Fiancee?

Do you mean that you're gonna marry Benson January?

- Why? - Ms. Garland...

You had better sit down.

- I don't believe I understand. - Ms. Garland.

I am representin' Mr. January...

...in a criminal trial.

- Criminal? - Horses, ma'am.

- He's a horse thief. - Oh!

Oh, now, now, don't you fret, ma'am.

There's a pretty fair chance that they might not hang him.

Hang him? Oh, you must take me to him. Where is he?

Uh, well, actually, he's out there by the hanging tree.

That's where they're gonna hold the trial

if I can find the judge.

Do you think they really will hang him?

Well, now you just wait here for a minute, ma'am.

- And don't fret. - Oh, oh.

Judge Hookstraten, is he in town?

He just left a few minutes ago.

Probably on his way to Fitzerville.

Uh, but there's going to be a hanging in town

if you'd like to stay.

We're just in time, ma'am. Now...

Will you act as character witness?

Oh, well, of course, of course.

- I will. - Good, good. Now here's what...

I want you to do.

♪ I've come to town ♪

♪ To search for gold ♪

♪ And I brought with me a memory ♪

♪ And I seem to hear the night wind cry ♪

♪ Go hang your dreams on the hanging tree ♪

♪ Your dreams of love ♪

♪ That could never be ♪

♪ Hang your faded dreams ♪

♪ On the hanging tree ♪

♪ I searched for gold ♪

♪ And I found the gold ♪

♪ And I found a girl that just loves me ♪♪

Excuse me. You Judge Hookstraten?

- I am. - Your Honor, I'm a lawyer.

And there is a trial you are needed for.

- Where? - The other side of Dry Red.

- What type? - Horse-thievin'.

That's a hangin' crime!

Well, I'm afraid if we don't get there directly

they're gonna hang 'em without a trial.

Oh, they wouldn't dare to hang a man

in my territory without me passin' sentence.

- Lead the way. - Yes, sir.

- Ah, sure was a pretty sunset. - Hey!

Hey, Junior, you better hold this horse still

or there isn't gonna be any trial.

- Oh. - Uh...

Ah...

Ah, there's nothing better than a good drink

after sundown...

...unless it's a hangin'.

I wonder where that lawyer is.

He's probably in town, having a nice, hot dinner.

Drinking out of glasses.

Watching them pretty dancing girls.

Are we gonna stay out here all night, outdoors?

Not me, I say we take that horse off

from under them two and get out of here.

- Heh. - How about it fellas, huh?

- Yeah. - Oh.

[Starky] Well, sundown, January.

Looks like your lawyer couldn't find the judge.

We'd have waited, fellas, but we gotta go home.

Hold it, Starky. Stop!

Cut those innocent men down.

They ain't innocent. That's Benson January and his crony.

Under the law, a man's innocent

till he's proved guilty.

Now cut 'em down before I fine all of you

for contempt of court.

Alright. Get 'em down.

Your Honor, I represent the defendants.

But before the trial begins, I request

that Mr. January's fiancee, whom I've brought with me

be given a moment to talk with him.

- Granted. - Thank you.

[Beau] Oh, fiancee? Why, if she's Benson January's fiancee...

She'll prove you've got the wrong man.

Well?

Tell 'em.

I'd know him anywhere.

Now back to "Maverick."

I knew it. It's happened.

- My heart. - Oh, not again.

Don't call him. It won't do no good.

I'm sinkin'.

Uh, I got a favor to ask you before I go.

Alright, what is it?

I got a daughter in St. Louis.

I want you to find her.

Tell her somethin' nice about the way I went.

Eben, nothing is gonna happen to you

that's not gonna happen to me, too.

You're young and you might escape.

You gotta promise me.

Alright. What is it?

Uh, I-I got a locket here.

I-it's solid gold.

Got a lock of her mother's hair in it.

When you find my little gal

tell her to treasure it, uh, a-as much as I did, and...

Well, what's her name? And where do I find her?

I-it's wrote on the inside.

Get up.

We're ready, Your Honor.

Court's in session. Will the prisoners please stand?

First witness will be the young lady

who tried to potshot the prisoner.

Now, tell us why you done that.

Your Honor, after considerable discussion with the witness

I have come to the conclusion that she was a mite hasty

in identifying the accused.

You mean, the young lady don't recognize her own fiancee?

- Not exactly. You see-- - Oh. Let her tell it.

It's true, sir. I've never seen this man before in my life.

That's more like it.

You see, it's not me he's engaged to

but my poor, innocent sister.

She was visiting in St. Louis when she met and fell in love

with this Benson January.

I should've known. I haven't picked up a high card all day.

[Angelica] She wrote every day as their romance progressed.

And finally when they were engaged to be married

she entrusted her entire fortune to his safekeeping.

He left her at the church

mortified and heartbroken.

You may be quite justified in your feelings about this bounder

but I am not he.

I haven't been in St. Louis for over a year.

It was just over a year ago.

And I've been searching for him all this time.

Well, he's been here all that time

grabbin' off every horse in the territory.

What makes you so sure that this is Benson January?

Oh, there is no question about it.

May I read one of my sister's letters?

By all means.

"My dear Angelica.

"How can I describe this wonderful man

who has stolen my heart?"

And our horses.

"He is worldly, wickedly handsome

"perfidiously charming.

"'At times when I look into his eyes'

"I have a feeling that lying dormant in this carefree boy

"'is a tiger ready to spring to life.'

"Oh, my dear sister

"I am his

his, his."

Now I ask you, judge

can there be any doubt that Benson January

and this man are one and the same?

I'll confess. I'll confess.

Now horse-thieving's one thing

but trifling with a young gal's affections is

that's something else again.

I never seen this fella before this mornin'.

And he said his name was January then.

I thought he was a horse thief, the way he was eyein' my horse.

Your horse?

Let him talk.

Search him. You'll find out who he is.

Go ahead, counselor.

The old goat's lying. I picked him up. He didn't have a horse.

Here's a gold locket.

Mary Louis' locket.

The one she gave him as a wedding present.

Her name and a lock of hair right inside.

It isn't mine. It's his.

You're tryin' to tell us that this old man

was engaged to her sister?

Well of course not, but, but he must have got the locket

from the real Benson January.

He knows who Benson January is.

I'm afraid we all do.

Prisoners, please face the bench.

[Hookstraten] Now the evidence is all in, what do you say, jury?

- Your Honor. - What is it?

[Bradley] We figure we made a mistake...

...about that nice old fella.

But January, he's guilty as sin.

[Hookstraten] You're acquitted, old man.

January, you are sentenced to hang.

That'll be $25.

Well, well, Your Honor, we, uh, all left home

kind of early this mornin', uh...

I doubt we could scrape up $25 between us.

- Ha-ha. - Uh, we'll have to owe you.

Owe me?

[Eben] Uh, Your Honor.

Could I have a word with you?

Cut him loose.

[Hookstraten] What is it?

Well, seems that Mr. Bolt is kind enough

to offer to pay the fee

for the township.

Out of gratitude and a new respect for the law.

- Your Honor. - Ah, much obliged.

Alright, boys, he's all yours.

Bye, son. I'll never forget this Sunday!

Sunday?

It's Sunday?

Why, you can't hang a man on Sunday.

You just watch us.

He's right.

Much as I was taken in by this scoundrel, he's right.

According to law you can't hang a man on Sunday.

By golly, counselor's right.

You'll have to wait till after midnight.

Why, why, that's four hours off.

And I've already missed my supper.

Well, that's the law. You've got to wait till then.

Not a minute before.

Alright, tie him up, boys, and break out the bottles.

Couple of hours more or less ain't gonna make any difference.

Keep an eye on him, Junior.

- Oh, pa! - Do like I tell you, son.

Come on, pass that bottle.

I'll make a deal with you.

- Uh, what was that? - Shh.

Oh n-nothing. A horned toad just crawled up my back.

Y-you know, I used to have one of them as a pet.

[Beau] Sounds like fun.

Hate to see a man hang. Gonna cut you loose.

Oh. Much obliged.

[Junior] Uh, hey, do you always talk to yourself?

Just recently.

I cut them ropes halfway through.

Figure it'd take you about ten minutes to work yourself loose.

Hm.

Ain't no use you trying to follow me.

Don't worry.

Now back to "Maverick."

Who's there?

Angelica Garland. They told me I could talk with the prisoner.

Yes. Oh, y-yes, ma'am. Miss.

Hanging's too good for you, Benson January.

Why, it wasn't the way I'd planned to go.

They're not gonna cheat me out of the pleasure

of killing you myself.

Well, doesn't look like they are.

But first you're going to hear Mary Louis' last letter.

Her heartbreaking words will ring in your ears as you die.

"I have been betrayed.

"My heart overruled my head

"and I now stand shamed.

"My beloved in actuality

"was a cruel, heartless beast

"who took this poor soul's heart

"'her bonds and cash'

"and left her to wait till dark

"'on the steps of the Fulton Street Church.'

"I'm entering a convent.

Your brokenhearted sister, Mary Louis."

Did you say the Fulton Street Church?

You see, even your hard heart

is touched by this poor girl's plight.

She loved me after all.

Can there be any doubt of it?

Oh, but in my mind there was.

You see, I thought I was the one who was jilted.

I was the one who waited and, and despaired

and in that desperation turned to a life of crime.

You were jilted?

It was the State Street Church

where we were to be married.

I waited till past midnight.

You were going to marry my sister?

I'd die for her.

She always was a little scatter-brained.

Tsk. The wrong church.

Now don't say anything.

We're gonna escape from here and we're gonna go back

to your sister. A convent is no place for her.

Now tell Junior to come over here.

Junior, come over here.

[Junior] That's what I call saying goodbye. Well...

Sorry, Junior.

Do you suppose Mary Louis is happy in the convent?

Oh, I'm sure she is. She hasn't written that she isn't.

- Has she? - No, she hasn't.

Quietly we gotta grab a couple of horses and get out of here.

Perhaps it's the right kind of life for her, after all.

And I'm sure she'll find great comfort in it.

Is something wrong, dear?

Bolt, the old goat's taken all the horses.

- Your partner? - My what?

Oh, yes, I, uh, guess he was.

Well, don't just stand there, we gotta catch him

or else we're gonna have a long walk.

Hold it. Whoa, hold it there.

Whoa, whoa, hold it! Get back there, horse.

Here, get back there.

Hold it! Hold it.

Hold it there. Come on, hold it, hold.

Hold still, Bolt.

Maybe I won't have to shoot you.

Son, you're gonna convince me that you're plumb ungrateful.

Now I cut you loose, saved your neck.

You turn up wavin' a gun in my face.

I want Gumlegs back and another horse for Angelica.

Well, why didn't you say so? Take your pick.

Got plenty of horses. Heh-heh.

You know, you amaze me.

The last time I seen you, this young lady

was tryin' to take a shot at you.

Now she's a-chasin' you around like a lovesick puppy.

How did you convince her you wasn't Benson January?

Uh, well, I-I-I told her the truth that I am Benson January.

We sure had that posse convinced anyhow.

In fact, you almost had me convinced.

And him that was his partner at that. Ha-ha.

You, Benson January. Ha-ha.

You mean he isn't?

Angelica, I-I think we better be leaving--

You lied to me!

Shut her up. Shut her up.

- Ms. Garland! - Ah!

- Quiet! - January!

Let's get him, boys!

Never thought I'd live to see the day when I clobber a woman.

Alright, come on, old man, they're bound to have heard her.

Our horses are gone!

- Benson January. - Ah, he's done it again.

- What's that? - It's them!

- Take cover, boys! - Oh...

Our horses! Let's get 'em!

Alright, men. Let's go get 'em.

And this time there's not gonna be any talk of hangin'.

Shoot him on sight!

At this rate they could catch up with us on foot.

- What do you suggest? - Dump that gal.

She helped me escape. They might hang her.

Say, that's right. That'd take 'em quite a while, wouldn't it?

Forget it. She stays with us.

Now we'd better get off the road.

We'll head up in the hills.

No, no, no, hey, no. You can't go up there. No.

- What's wrong with up there? - That's wh-where the cabin is.

You can't go up to that cabin. He'd kill me.

- What cabin? - Well, me and January.

We got a cabin up there at the top of the Box Canyon.

Uh, sort of hideout-like.

Oh, that's perfect. Why didn't you say so before?

'Cause I don't cotton to run into Benson January.

I kind of slugged him and run off with all the horses.

Oh, you're a wonder, you clobber women, you steal horses

you double-cross everybody. And I'm stuck with you.

But I've no choice. We head for the hills.

Go on, Gumlegs. Hyah.

Now back to "Maverick."

Whoa!

Well, they couldn't have gotten this far.

They must have cut off back a piece.

- Yeah, but where? - We gotta find 'em.

Let's double back.

Whoa!

Good evening, gentlemen.

You didn't pass anybody back along the road.

Did you?

No, you're the first people I've seen since I left town.

May we ask who you are and where you've been?

Of course.

My name is Wood. I'm a horse trader.

I've just bought 65 head of saddle horses

and I was going to take delivery.

- Who did you buy 'em from? - A charming young man.

Named, uh, Benson January.

- Figures. - I don't believe I understand.

Benson January is a horse thief.

A horse thief?

Then that explains it.

I've been swindled. I've already paid him.

Where were you supposed to take delivery of them horses?

I was to meet him at a cabin on the ridge above Box Canyon.

I waited there for over four hours, but he didn't show up.

Well, he was detained a bit.

I imagine he'd be there by now.

Like to come along and watch a hangin'?

I just can't believe it!

He seemed like such, such a nice young man.

Come on, boys.

He must be there. Let's get out of here.

Now wait a minute.

We are gonna sneak up on him.

Well, what with?

- That pop gun of yours? - Oh.

I tell you, this January is a tiger.

And I'd better quiet her down again.

Now cut that out.

Ah. Well, what happened?

- Oh, it's you... - Angelica.

Please don't scream again.

You're-you're perfectly safe, I think.

Ooh, my jaw hurts.

I must have hit it on something.

You did.

You lied to me.

You fooled me into thinking you were Benson January.

You tricked me into an infatuation.

But, Angelica

it was me you were infatuated with.

Why, you've never even seen the real Benson January.

That's true.

Oh, come on, let's get out of here.

Our lives ain't worth a plugged nickel if he catches us.

Well, we are gonna sneak up on that cabin

and have a look at Mr. Benson January.

Do you mean he's in there?

I'm afraid he is.

We'll soon find out.

[Beau] Now come on, old man.

Our lives is spared. He ain't here.

Someone was here. That lamp didn't light itself.

Just so he don't come back.

Oh, you get outside and keep an ear out for him.

If I never lay eyes on Benson January again

it'll be too soon.

I'm so confused.

Well, who isn't? Uh, some coffee?

Use this.

If you're not Benson January

then why are you running from the posse?

Because they think I am.

And you don't even know my sister?

I never laid eyes on her.

I feel so much better.

What do you mean?

I felt so guilty before

you know, thinking you were Mary Louis' beau.

It's so much nicer this way.

Ah.

What did you say your name was?

Oh, Maverick.

Maverick. What a nice name.

Oh, I'm glad you like it.

I would have felt very guilty if you had known Mary Louis.

I'm sure you would.

Perhaps we can go and visit her.

- In a convent. - Mm.

- They are coming! - Huh?

Whole kit and caboodle of 'em. We gotta hold 'em off!

Angelica, come on, get under the table.

Now you stay there.

Bolt, take the window. I'll take the door.

Oh, what's the use?

You can get out now, Angelica.

You ain't gonna give up without a fight, are you?

You've got us. We are not armed.

Just keep 'em in the air, January.

Uh, they captured me.

Uh, they made me go with 'em.

Oh, I can't tell you how glad I am to see you fellas.

Ah, shut up.

Now we're gonna get this thing settled once and for all.

This here is Mr. Wood.

He bought some horses from Benson January.

Our horses.

Mr. Wood, you recognize any of these folks?

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Wood. My name is Maverick.

Seemed he was a little better-looking

when I saw him last, but that's him, alright.

Now wait a minute.

The idea of tryin' to sell me

stolen horses.

You lied to me again.

You're worse than you were before.

- How about the old man? - Yes, he was with him.

Well, that settles it. You got any objections, lawyer?

Just pass sentence, hang him.

Of course the young lady is innocent.

What's the young lady got to do with it?

Benson January jilted her sister in St. Louis

and she followed him out here.

Oh. That's a shame.

Where are all the horses you stole?

Uh, i-if I tell you, will you let me go?

You'll tell us where they are unless you wanna

get hung by your thumbs first.

Um, I guess I will.

- Well? - They're in Box Canyon.

How do we know you ain't lying?

Go take a look, if they're there

you should be able to see 'em from the ridge.

I'll watch these scoundrels.

Good idea. Come on, Bradley.

We'll take a look-see.

Head for the ridge, boys, the old man says

the horses are in Box Canyon.

So you're Mary Louis' sister.

- You mean that... - Mr. Wood.

Are you trying to say that--

Well, you did it again, Benson.

Benson January.

Oh, I don't get it.

- Why you're not-- - Handsome?

Well, handsome is as handsome does.

Let's get it goin', partner.

Maverick, it's been real nice meeting you.

Now I'm sure it has.

Mary Louis' sister.

Almost wish I'd met you first.

I-I don't see any horses.

Of course you don't see any horses. There ain't no horses.

- That's why. - But I hear horses.

- Where? - Somewhere.

Our horses. They've done it again! Come on, boys.

I feel this is all my fault.

To think that was the man

who broke poor Mary Louis' heart.

I mean, those letters, the way your sister described him...

Perhaps I better show you a picture of Mary Louis.

This is Mary Louis?

She never was one to be considered, uh, beautiful.

- Hey, come back here! - Hey!

Come back here! Do you hear me?

- Come along! - Come on!

I'm gonna give up the law

and get into something else.

Maybe I'll open up a little candy store in town.

Candy.

That's it! You're the one they call Sugarfoot.

Sugarfoot?

Never heard of him.

Uh it had to be.

I haven't been right all day.

Oh.

Poor dear.

♪ I've come to town ♪

♪ To search for gold ♪

♪ And I brought with me a memory ♪

♪ And I seem to hear the night wind cry ♪

♪ Go hang your dreams on the hangin' tree ♪

♪ Your dreams of love that could never be ♪

♪ Hang your faded dreams ♪

♪ On the hangin' tree ♪♪

♪ Who is the tall dark stranger there? Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Ridin' the trail to who-knows-where ♪

♪ Luck is his companion gamblin' is his game ♪

♪ Smooth as a handle on a gun Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as a wind in Oregon blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell fare thee well Annabelle ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell fare thee well Annabelle ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪♪