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* Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp

* Brave, courageous,
and bold *

* Long live his fame
and long live his glory *

* And long may
his story be told *

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[Narrator]
The greatest factor
in Wyatt Earp's career

as a Western marshal
was his intelligence.

He could shoot quick,
but he could think faster.

Earp was a rough
and ready psychologist,

who studied his adversaries
while other frontier marshals

had no idea but
to shoot them down.

Unfortunately,
the gunfighters,

cowboys, and outlaws
of Wichita in 1875,

seldom appreciated Marshal
Earp's intellectual methods.

And his friends warned him
that it was much safer

to shoot first
and think afterwards.

In the case of young
Turner Ashby,

it looked as if
they were right.

Hold on there, Farrell.

We're supposed to be
partners, aren't we?

Yes...

Then where is
that money you won

on that cold deck job?

What do you mean?

Young Turner Ashby.

You dealt him out of
at least 3, $400.

My own personal game.

I banked it.
I pocket the money.

Oh, no, you don't.

We split 50-50
on the whole take.

That's what you think.

That's what I say.
Come across, Farrell.

[door opens]
Sure. Come across, Farrell.

But not to
your partner, there.

I'm the one you cheated.

This will cover
what I lost.

If it's more than enough,
I'll mail you the difference.

[lock rattling]

That settles
our argument.

But it doesn't settle the way
you've been cheatin' me.

You out there! Come on!
Open that door, somebody!

[banging continues]
What is it?
What happened in there?

Better go in there
and find out.

[banging]
Open the door!

What happened?
Ashby just shot
Farrell Gillum.

Get Marshal Earp.

Farrell Gillum, my partner,
has been shot.

I know. Gus told us.

Right in here, Marshal.

Clear case of murder, Wyatt.

Turner Ashby held us up.

Before Gillum could
reach a gun, he was
shot in the back.

Sure it was Turner Ashby?
I'm sure it was.

He lost some money to Gillum,
and came here to get it back.

Then he jumped on a horse
and beat it out of town.

You want to catch him,
you'd better be quick
about it,

before he reaches that
wild Bushwhacker country.

He was shot in the back,
all right.

It's an odd-looking wound.

How's that?

Better talk about it
in the office, Wyatt.

The inquest will be held
tomorrow, gentlemen.

I'll have somebody
pick him up.

Keep everybody out of here.

Now you see why I didn't
want to talk about it

over at Denver Jones' office?

It sure is a mighty
odd-looking wound.

Bullet must have entered
the flesh sideways.

Yep. Sideways.

Did you ever notice anything
like that before, Wyatt?

No, but I heard about it.

Ashby must have been
using an old gun,

with a worn-out barrel.

See, if the grooves
in the barrel

are rusted or worn smooth,

it tips the bullet
off-center, makes it wobble,

instead of traveling
nose-first.

That's it.
The case is solved.

It is, huh?
Uh-huh.

Now all you have to do
is catch Ashby,

and test-fire his gun.
[laughing]

Thanks. Catching Ashby is
just a minor problem, huh?

Well, what's so tough
about that, Wyatt?

You heard Jones say he gone
into Bushwhacker country.

Last time I went into
that mess of rocks and brush,

it was after Bill Thompson.

Well, now.
You caught him,
didn't you?

No. His brother Ben
caught him for me.

If it hadn't
worked out that way,

I might still
be chasin' Bill.

Say. You do look
worried, Wyatt.

Well, I knew the Thompsons.
But I don't know Ashby.

The trouble about hunting
a man that you don't know

is that you might be dead
before you get acquainted.

Huh.

Well, he had a pretty good
head start on me.

I'd better be going.

Now don't you
come back dead.

I got enough
troubles as it is.

Did you get that
information on Turner Ashby?

Well, Wyatt, this was
about all I could get.

He's about 29 years of age.

Owns a small cow farm
on the edge of Bushwhacker.

They say he's lived in
that section all his life.

He's pretty hot-tempered,
and he's right handy with guns.

That's all, huh?
Yep.

Well, I got a telegram
from the colonel

over at Fort Dodge,

said he was sending
my Indian friend,

Mr. Cousin, to help me.

I'm to meet him
at the north trace

going into Bushwhacker
come sunup.

Mr. Cousin. You mean
just you and the Indian?

That's right.
Well, aren't you gonna take
any of us deputies along?

Nope. I'll take along
the Buntline, though.

Now you just stay here
in Wichita

and keep everything
nice and quiet.

Only reason I'm taking
along Mr. Cousin

is 'cause he's the best
tracker that I know of.

Wyatt, why don't you
take me along?

That's pretty bad country.
You could get ambushed.

Ashby's already shot
one man in the back.

Your wife wants you
to stay alive.

Well, how are you gonna
get word to us if you
need help?

Well, Mr. Cousin will
send up a smoke signal.

[both laughing]
Come on. Give me
a hand, will ya?

Right.

I'll be honest with
you, Hollie.

The only reason I'm going
in after Ashby is because

it's just too dull and
tame here in Wichita.

[laughing]

* The Bushwhacker
country is lonely *

* And silent as a tomb

* It's an evil place
for a man to face *

* And many have
met their doom *

* Oh, the Bushwhacker
country is deadly *

* As a tomb

Morning, Mr. Cousin.

Hmm.

I tell myself

he will say
something like that.

Who tied you up?

Mr. Turner Ashby.

He said make sure
to tell you his name.

He also tell you that
he's wanted for murder?

He did not do it,
he say.

Mm-hmm.

How'd he know you were
to meet me here?

He knows you have
Indian friends.

He had gun on me. Quick.

Wonder why
he didn't kill ya.

He's kind man.

Kind. Shot a man
in the back.

Well, then,
he kind to me only.
Mmm.

How much of a head start
has he got on us?

Oh, couple hour.

He take old
Whitecap trail.

Let's get one
thing straight,

Mr. Cousin.

Ashby's wanted for murder.

He won't be kind
a second time.

Now, come on.
Let's get him.

Whatever you say
always true, Mr. Earp.

[groans]

Your feet are asleep.

Come on.

* Oh, the Bushwhacker
country is bad land *

* A law unto its own

* Where the gunman rides

* And the outlaw hides

* Among its caves
of stone *

* For the Bushwhacker
country is law *

* Unto its own

* Those men who tried
its riddle to crack *

* Were brave
and fearless men *

* But each one died
with a bullet in his back *

* And never was
seen again *

* For the Bushwhacker
country is *

* Deadly as a tomb

Horse lame. Very lame.

Bad enough to stop him?

I think so.

Where's he have
to hole up?

Cave. Near--
[horse sputters]

All right.

Let's circle around
those trees and rocks.

[horses approaching

His horse.

Probably in the cave.

Ashby?

Come on out here, Ashby!

[Ashby]
Go away, Earp!
I don't wanna hurt you!

[Earp]
You come on out here
and try it.

You come in
and get me.

I'm not that stupid.

I can wait out here as long
as you can wait in there.

Why waste time?

[Ashby]
I got plenty of time.

Is that the only
entrance to the cave?

Just that opening.

You sure?

Only one opening,
Mr. Earp.

[Earp]
Ashby?

Wanna talk to you
about that killing.

Ashby!

Hey, Earp!

It was too great a range
even for the Buntline.

At least he knows
we mean business.

I'm big fool.

No, it's my fault,
Mr. Cousin.

But I say only
one opening.

I did worse.
I underestimated Ashby.

Should have known he wouldn't
go in there without having
another way out.

That's bad man.
He steal my horse.

Well, we'll get him.

Come on. Get up
here with me.

Come on. Hold on.

[cow moos]

He stop to help doggie
out of water hole.

[Earp]
Hmm.

Think about this man.

First, he's kind to me.

He does not shoot me.

Then he steal my horse.

Now he's kind to doggie.

Never mind about that.

Ashby's headed toward
his home place.

Can't run forever.
Come on.

Come up.

My horse!

Come on. Get off.

Ashby still might
be there.

You circle around back.

I'll give you
time to get there.

[gunshot]

Ashby ride his own
horse into brush.

Leaving me a note.

Hmm. Nice letter?

Listen.

"Wyatt Earp, dear sir--

"You and your Indian
friend, go back to Wichita.

"I have plenty of good
food and cartridges.

"You stay in Bushwhack,
I'll have to kill you.

"Turner Ashby."

Kind and thoughtful
of him, huh?

Man give me back
my horse.

Sure. He shot at you, too.

Bullet go high,
though. It--

Go on. Finish it.

You think I ought
to let Turner go, huh?

He let us go,
Mr. Earp.

He could kill us
three, four times.

From cave. From rock.
From brush.

From this house.

[sighs]

Just wanted to let us get
farther into Bushwhacker.

Mm. Maybe.

Eh, you can stay here
if you want.

I'm gonna go after him.

Wait, my friend.

This man know Bushwhacker
country more than me.

You think we hunt him?

We go after him,
he be hunting us.

All right, then.
You stay here.

Fresh dirt.

Man dismount here.

[Ashby]
Can't you read, Earp?

I told you what would happen!

Go ahead and shoot, Ashby!

Just your kind of target!

[gunfire]

[groaning]

Mr. Cousins. You hit?

No. I-- I think I break leg.

[moaning]

Let's see.
[groans]

You're right.
Now hold on.

This is gonna hurt.

[screaming]

No. Please.

Ashby catch us.

Gotta rest.

[gasping]
Take it easy--

Oh--
Watch it.

All right.

You know, that Ashby
was shootin' awful close.

You reckon he
missed us on purpose?

I think he want us
to live.

I wonder why.

I do not know.

He's part good,
part bad man.

He do not kill us.

But he steal my horse.

Make me break leg.

But next time he see us--

I do not know.

Well, come on.

You take a nap.

I'll keep a lookout.

Hello, Ashby.

Don't move.

If I wanted to move,
I'd have shot you

as you came around
that boulder.

That gun looks almost new.

Yeah. It is.

What did you do
with your old one?

I traded it in
three months ago.

Why are you
so interested?

Gillum was shot
with an old gun.

So old it tipped
the bullet sideways.

I told your Indian
I didn't kill him.

Then why'd you run?

I held up Gillum for the
money he cheated me out of.

I heard Jones yelling
that I shot him.

Man doesn't like to hang
for something he didn't do.

I'm inclined to believe you.

[chuckles]
That's nice of ya.

You could have
shot us in the back.

But you didn't.

What are you getting at?

Why don't you
come in to Wichita?

I'm find the man
who shot Gillum.
You'll be cleared.

I don't trust you
or any John Law.

All right.
Suit yourself.

One thing you ought
to think about.

Such as what?

I'm gonna take my friend
here to Doc Vebreek,

and get his leg set.

Then I'll be coming back.

I'll hunt you day and night,
until I find you.

Earp, I came here
to tell you something.

In Bushwhacker,
I do the hunting.

Come alone,
or bring a posse.

I won't be so kind-hearted
next time.

Front, back, or sideways,
you'll get it.

That man talk bad.

Well, I'll tell ya,
Mr. Cousin.

A man gonna kill you,
he doesn't waste

a lot of time
talking about it.

I think I know him now.

Ashby afraid to kill?

No. Your first
hunch was right.

He's got a hot temper,
but a warm heart.

You know him.

But he know you?

[chuckles]
Let's hope so.

Well, let's point him north.

Still gotta find
the real killer.

Sure that leg is set
good and straight?

Huh? You wanna take
over the operation?

No. But I promised Mr. Cousin
that he wouldn't limp.

All you've gotta do is find
the fellow who shot
Farrell Gillum.

Leave the doctorin' to me.

We'll let the killer
stew a while.

Let's see your watch.

4:30. Gives me till
1 a.m. to take a nap.

You tell Mr. Cousin that
they got a room for him

over at the hotel
when he wakes up.

What about my fee?

That'll be ten dollars.

We'll see how good
a job you did first.

Mr. Cousin limps,
you're gonna pay the fee.

One scalp.

I don't get my fee,
you'll be limpin'!

Let's have a nightcap, boss.

Take it easy. That Ashby
fellow's on his way to
Texas by now.

Earp should have caught him.

Our great marshal can't even
arrest a crazy cow farmer.

Sure, but that's tough
going down on a Bushwhacker.

Well, they tell me that
Marshal Earp's been--

Don't make excuses
for Wyatt Earp.

Ah.

You sleep upstairs tonight.
Everything's locked up.

All right?
Good night, boss.

Don't worry about it.

[clicking locks]

[banging on door]

Yeah? Who is it?

Turner Ashby.

Wait a minute.

[banging on door]

Come on. Open the door,
or I'll break it down!

Nice old gun you
got here, Mr. Jones.

Come on!

Marshal Earp, you say you
can produce some exhibits

in your case against
the prisoner here?

That's right, Your Honor.
Hollie?

This first exhibit,
Your Honor,

is a hindquarter of beef.

The second exhibit

is that door,
which was taken

from the rear of
Denver Jones' saloon.

Third exhibit is
this old gun,

which I took from
Denver Jones last night

when he fired at me
through that door.

Dr. Vebreek has testified

that Farrell Gillum
was killed with a gun

that turned
the bullet sideways.

Now that door is
so badly splintered

that I can't tell which way
the bullets were traveling.

With the court's permission--

Would you come
down here, sir?

A bullet spinning properly
makes a round hole in flesh.

As you can see, this one
wobbled and entered sideways.

Yes, but I don't see--

That still don't prove
I had the gun

on the night
Farrell was shot.

I tell ya,
Turner Ashby killed him.

If he was innocent,
why did he run away?

How do you answer that,
Marshal Earp?

The prisoner has
a good point, there.

Your failure to apprehend
the other suspect in the case

leaves the court in doubt.

Turner Ashby will
come back, Your Honor.

What assurance
have you of that?

Well, sir, I hunted him,

and he hunted me.

We got to know each other.

I'd appreciate having
a little more time.

You've made a good point,
and--

the prisoner's made
a good point.

I'd like a little time
to consider this, myself.

This case will be resumed
Tuesday morning at 9:00.

Thank you, sir.
Court's adjourned.

Why, you were
almost too late.

I hear you arrested
Denver Jones.

For a John Law,
that was pretty smart.

Well, for a man on the run,
it's always pretty smart
to stop runnin'.

I asked for a postponement.
Now we won't need one.

Come on.

* Well, he cleaned up
the country *

* The old Wild West country

* He made law
and order prevail *

* And none can deny it

* The legend of Wyatt

* Forever will live
on the trail *

* Wyatt Earp,
Wyatt Earp *

* Brave, courageous
and bold *

* Long live his fame
and long live his glory *

* And long may
his story be told *

* Long may his story

* Be

* Told

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