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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 *

THE LAW-ABIDING ELEMENT
IN DODGE CITY

WAS A SHAME TO
THEIR TOWN'S REPUTATION

AS THE GOMORRAH
OF THE WESTERN FRONTIER.

THAT'S WHY THEY HIRED
WYATT EARP TO BE THEIR MARSHAL

IN 1876, BUT IT TAKES TIME
AND MONEY TO CIVILIZE

A TOUGH TOWN.
THE CITY FATHERS OF DODGE

WERE UNDERSTANDABLY ALARMED
WHEN THEY HEARD THAT A REPORTER

FOR THE GREAT AND INFLUENTIAL
NEW YORK HERALD

WOULD BE STOPPING OFF TO WRITE
A STORY ABOUT CONDITIONS.

AS FOR MARSHAL EARP,
IT WOULD BE A CRUEL TEST

OF HIS EFFICIENCY
AS A PEACE OFFICER.

DOZENS OF PENNY SHOCKERS
HAVE SPREAD THE BAD NAME

OF DODGE CITY
THROUGHOUT THE LAND,

BUT IF A CORRESPONDENT
OF THE NEW YORK HERALD

COULD BE IMPRESSED
BY ONE QUIET DAY...

SO, THIS IS THE RIP-ROARING
DODGE CITY, EH?

WHERE'S THE DEAD MAN
THEY SERVE UP FOR BREAKFAST?

MR. JENSEN,
WELCOME TO DODGE.

I'M GEORGE HOOVER,
THE MAYOR.

OH. HOW DO YOU DO?

AND THESE GENTLEMEN
ARE COUNCIL MEMBERS KELLY...

SIR.

MOFFAT...
HOW DO YOU DO?

GAIL...
HELLO.

AND OUR MARSHAL
MR. EARP.

HOWDY?

WELL, THE FAMOUS
MR. EARP.

WHEN'S THE SHOOTING
START, MARSHAL?

WELL, I KIND OF ASKED ALL
THE BOYS TO HOLD OFF ON THAT

UNTIL AFTER YOU GOT HERE.

[LAUGHING]

I THINK THE FIRST
THING ON THE PROGRAM
IS BREAKFAST.

WHY, YES, YES,
AT MY HOUSE.

THE RIG'S JUST
ACROSS THE STREET.

THANK YOU
VERY MUCH, SIR.

OH, ISN'T MR. EARP
COMING WITH US?

WELL, OF COURSE.

OH, THANKS, BUT I'VE GOT
TO FEED MY PRISONERS.

I'LL SEE YOU LATER.

BY ALL MEANS. I'LL
EXPECT AN INTERVIEW.

MARSHAL EARP!
MARSHAL EARP!

FIGHT, FIGHT!
MOM SAYS YOU'D BETTER
COME IN A HURRY!

SHH, TOBY, TOBY,
JUST NOT SO LOUD.

BUT MOM SAYS YOU'VE
GOT TO STEP THEM FROM
FIGHTING, OR SHE WILL.

ALL RIGHT,
ALL RIGHT NOW.

WHO'S FIGHTING?

THE DOGS: BOSCO THAT
BELONGS TO MR. WILLARD

AND AVERY THAT BELONGS
TO MR. SAM DONOVAN.

MOM SAYS IT'S
AGAINST THE LAW,

AND IF YOU DON'T
STOP THEM, SHE'LL DO IT
WITH A SHOTGUN.

WHERE'S THE FIGHT?

BEHIND THE
LONG BRANCH SALOON,

RIGHT NEXT
TO OUR BACKYARD.

I'LL BE WITH YOU
IN A SECOND.

HURRY, SIR. YOU DON'T
NEED TO PUT ON YOUR COAT.

MOM WILL GET TO SHOOTING.

[GROWLING]

GET OUT! SHUT UP!

DIDN'T YOU MEN
HEAR WHAT I SAID?

OH, NO. IT'S HER AGAIN.

I SENT TOBY
FOR THE MARSHAL,

BUT IF HE DON'T COME AND
STOP IT, I'LL STOP IT.

KEEP YOUR TEMPER,
SARAH.

DOG FIGHTING IS A SPORT,
LIKE BOXING OR ANY--

NO, IT AIN'T!

WHEN MEN FIGHT,
THAT'S THEIR BUSINESS,

BUT SICKING TWO
POOR DOGS ON EACH OTHER,

THAT'S DIRTY,
MEAN AND CRUEL.

PAY NO ATTENTION, SAM.
ARE ALL THE BETS IN?

[BARKING]

ALL THE BETS DOWN?
COME ON, LET'S...

FORM A CIRCLE, MEN!
FORM A CIRCLE.

SPREAD OUT!
SPREAD OUT!

I WANT JACK TO GET
THE FIRST BARREL

AND SAM THE OTHER ONE.

DON'T SHOOT, MOM!
I BROUGHT MARSHAL EARP!

SORRY, GENTLEMEN.
NO DOGFIGHTS.

YEAH, WHY NOT?

'CAUSE YOU'RE
DISTURBING MRS. CULLEN,

AND I DON'T LIKE
DOGFIGHTS.

OH? YOU JUST LIKE TO
FIGHT WITH GUNS, HUH?

WELL, I TELL YOU,
MR. WILLARD.

I DON'T MIND
A GOOD FISTFIGHT.

WHY DON'T YOU AND
MR. DONOVAN FIGHT?

I'LL REFEREE.

IT'S A GOOD IDEA.

IF YOU WANT YOUR DOGS TO
DO THE FIGHTING FOR YOU,

THEN YOU'D BETTER GO
OUTSIDE THE CITY LIMITS,
WHERE I CAN'T STOP YOU.

WE'LL HAVE IT
SOME OTHER TIME,

WHEN NOSY SARAH
AIN'T AROUND.

AND HOW ABOUT HER
THREATENING US

WITH THAT GUN,
DEACON EARP?

WELL, I'LL TELL YOU,
MR. DONOVAN.

YOU CAN FILE A COMPLAINT,
BUT THEN I'D HAVE TO

CHARGE YOU WITH CRUELTY
TO YOUR DOG.

ME, CRUEL TO HIM?

YOU'VE BEEN
STARVING AVERY

TO KEEP HIM IN BAD TEMPER.
YOU JUST MOVE ALONG,

MR. DONOVAN. I HAVEN'T
FINISHED MY BREAKFAST YET,

AND I'M KIND OF
BAD-TEMPERED MYSELF.

YOU'D BETTER PUT AWAY
THAT GUN, MRS. CULLEN.

SURE, MR. EARP, AND
I THANK YOU KINDLY.

IT'S JUST ABOUT TIME
FOR TOBY TO GET READY

FOR SUNDAY SCHOOL,
ISN'T IT?

AW, MOM, DO I GOTTA?

YES. COME ON.

BUT MR. EARP NEEDS ME.
SOMETHING ELSE MIGHT HAPPEN,

AND I'M A SPECIAL DEPUTY
ON SATURDAYS AND SUNDAYS,

AIN'T I, MR. EARP?

OH, YOU'VE BEEN A MIGHTY
BIG HELP, MR. TOBY.

NO, HE HASN'T HE GOES
GALLOPING AFTER YOU

YELLING BLOODY MURDER.

BUT MOM!

THERE'S A NEWSPAPERMAN
FROM NEW YORK IN TOWN.

NOW, WHAT WILL HE
THINK OF US?

NO CHASING AFTER
MR. EARP TODAY,

AND NOT A YELL
OUT OF YOU.

YES'M. SO LONG,
MR. EARP.

I'LL PUT YOU BACK ON THE FORCE
NEXT WEEKEND, TOBY.

YES, SIR.

OH, THANKS, TOM.

SURE.

NICE QUIET SUNDAY,
WYATT.

YOU CAN USE ONE.

THE WHOLE TOWN CAN USE
ONE, ESPECIALLY TODAY.

OH, YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT
THAT NEWSPAPER FELLOW

OVER AT MAYOR HOOVER'S
HUH?

MM-HMM. THE EYES
OF THE NEW YORK HERALD
ARE UPON US.

WHO CARES
WHAT THEY THINK?

WELL, I'LL LET YOU IN
ON A LITTLE SECRET.

SEE, THE CITY'S TRYING
TO BORROW SOME MONEY

AND AN AWFUL LOT
DEPENDS ON HOW MUCH--

MARSHAL EARP,
MARSHAL EARP!

UH-OH.

GOSH, MR. EARP. DIDN'T
YOU HEAR THE FIRE BELL?

IT'S OLD MAN
CALEY'S SHED.

I SAW THE SMOKE,
JUST AS I STARTED--

TOBY.
FOR SUNDAY SCHOOL,
AND THE FLAMES...

YES, SIR?

THE FIRE DEPARTMENT WILL
TAKE CARE OF MR. CALEY'S SHED.

TOBY, WHY DON'T YOU
STOP DOGGING MR. EARP?

HE STARTED
ONE BREAKFAST, THEN--

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.

THE SHED WILL BURN
CLEAN DOWN

BEFORE THEY GET THOSE
FIREMEN COLLECTED.

POOR OLD MAN.

WHAT?

MR. CALEY'S IN THE SHED,
DEAD DRUNK.

OH, EXCUSE ME
FOR MENTIONING IT.

I KNOW THE SHORTEST
CUT, SIR!

YOU TRY AND EAT
THE BREAKFAST.

YOU STAY HERE.

DON'T TRY IT,
MR. EARP! YOU'LL
GET BURNT UP!

[MEN SHOUTING]

OLD MAN CALEY'S
IN THE SHED.

MARSHAL EARP
WENT IN AFTER HIM.

A DARN FOOL STUNT. START
DIPPING YOUR BUCKETS.

THIS IS COOL WATER,
BOYS!

IT'S MIGHTY HOT
IN THERE.

GUESS I'LL MAKE A TRY
GETTING EARP OUT.

HE'S DRUNK, DEAD
TO THE WORLD.

LET HER BURN, BOYS.
SAVE THE WATER

IN CASE THE HOUSE
STARTS TO HOT UP.

ALL RIGHT, THEN.
WE WON'T USE IT.

MIGHTY SPUNKY WORK,
MARSHAL,

BUT YOU OUGHT
TO ARREST HIM.

THE THIRD FIRE
HE STARTED THIS YEAR.

IT'S "GRAND ARSONY," MR. EARP.

AH, IT'S JUST
TOO MUCH TO DRINK.

NOW YOU KEEP HIM THERE.
MAKE HIM WATCH IT BURN.

LET HIS HOUSE BURN, TOO,
HAVE A STRONGER EFFECT.

NOW DON'T YOU WORRY,
MR. CALEY.

THEY WON'T LET
YOUR HOUSE BURN.

YOU'VE STILL GOT
PLENTY OF TIME

TO MAKE SUNDAY SCHOOL.

WHAT ARE YOU
SORE AT ME FOR?

I DIDN'T YELL FIRE
ON THE STREET.

I'M NOT SORE.
YOU DID A GOOD DEED.

THEN I DON'T
HAVE TO GO.

I CAN COAST MAYBE
UNTIL NEXT SUNDAY.

MASTER TOBY, YOU ARE
IN NO STATE OF GRACE

TO ALLOW ANY COASTING.

BUT I HELPED YOU SAVE
MR. CALEY AND THE SHED!

DO YOU WANT ME TO
CANCEL YOUR APPOINTMENT
AS SPECIAL DEPUTY?

NO, SIR.
I'LL GO, I'LL GO.

EXCUSE ME, MR. JENSEN.
I'M SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING.

NOT AT ALL, MARSHAL.
TROUBLE IN TOWN?

NOTHING LIKE THAT.
JUST A QUIET NORMAL DAY.

EXCUSE ME. I'M GOING
TO GET MYSELF

A LITTLE SLICKED UP
FOR CHURCH.

NOW, MARSHAL. AREN'T
YOU PULLING MY LEG?

IN WHAT WAY,
MR. JENSEN?

ALL THIS TALK ABOUT HOW QUIET
AND PEACEFUL DODGE CITY IS.

I'VE HAD QUITE A BIT OF IT
FROM YOUR MAYOR AND COUNCILMAN.

IS THIS TOWN
REALLY CIVILIZED?

UH, NO, SIR, NOT YET.

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN
MARSHAL HERE, MR. EARP?

OH, ABOUT THREE MONTHS NOW.

HOW MANY MEN HAVE YOU HAD
TO KILL IN THE LINE OF DUTY?

WELL, NONE, SO FAR.

REALLY?

BUT THERE HAVE
BEEN KILLINGS HERE,

PITCHED GUN BATTLES,
THAT SORT OF THING?

OH, YEAH, AND A FEW
KILLINGS AND GUNFIGHTS.

BUT THIS IS JUST
A NORMAL QUIET DAY,

NOT A SHOT FIRED SINCE--

[GUNFIRE]

EXCUSE ME, MR. JENSEN.
I'LL BE BACK IN A MINUTE.

GO ON!

HAL, LOCK 'EM UP.

COME ON, BACK HERE.

DRUNK AND DISCHARGING
WEAPONS IN THE STREET.

THOSE MEN WERE JUST
SHOWING OFF, MR. JENSEN.

WELL, NOBODY GOT HURT.

NO. I WISH YOU'D
PUT THAT IN YOUR PAPER.

YOU KNOW, 90% OF ALL
THE WILDNESS IN DODGE

IS JUST BRAGGING
AND BLUSTER LIKE THAT.

YOU SEE IT'S--

INDIANS, INDIANS!

INDIANS, MR. EARP!

A BIG BUNCH
OF DULL KNIFE'S MEN
ON THE WARPATH.

IT WILL BE A "MASSACREE!"
REVEREND HALCOTT

SENT EVERYBODY HOME
FROM SUNDAY SCHOOL, AND--

HOLD IT.

NOW, UH--

THERE'S NO TRUTH
IN THIS, IS THERE, TOBY?

YES, SIR. THERE SURE IS.
THEY'RE RIGHT OUTSIDE

THE TOWN, AND THEY SENT
A MESSAGE TO MAYOR HOOVER.

ARE YOU SURE?

THERE HE IS NOW,
AND MR. KELLY. THAT
WILL PROVE IT.

NOW, NOW, SON.
IT'S ALL RIGHT.

I CAN'T UNDERSTAND
THIS, WYATT.

A BUFFALO HUNTER
BROUGHT IT IN.

HE SAYS THERE'S
A WAR PARTY OF CHEYENNES
THIS SIDE OF THE RIVER.

FOLKS ARE GETTING
A LITTLE EXCITED, WYATT.

EXCITED?
THEY'RE SCARED!

MOM'S LOADING
THE SHOTGUN WITH SLUGS.

YEAH, THEY WANT TO SEND
A POWWOW MAN INTO TOWN.

GUESS I'D BETTER
RIDE OUT THERE.

ALONE? OH, HEAVEN
SAVE US ALL.

MR. JENSEN, I KIND OF
LIKE TO HAVE YOU

GO ALONG WITH ME
OUT THERE.

WELL, I...

WHY, THAT'S
FOOLHARDY, WYATT.

WHY DON'T WE LET
THE POWWOW MAN

COME IN AND SAY
WHAT HE HAS TO SAY?

BECAUSE HE WOULDN'T GET
50 YARDS DOWN FRONT STREET.

I DON'T THINK
THERE'S TOO MUCH RISK
IN IT, MR. JENSEN.

ANYWAY, I'D KIND OF
LIKE TO HAVE YOU SEE

HOW WILD RUMORS
RUN IN OUR TOWN.

VERY WELL. GLAD TO
ACCOMPANY YOU, MARSHAL.

WYATT, YOU WANT
TO GET HIM KILLED
BY INDIANS?

IF HE'S EVEN SCRATCHED,
THE NEW YORK HERALD--

MR. MAYOR, I TAKE IT
FOR GRANTED THAT MR. JENSEN

IS HERE TO WRITE
THE TRUTH ABOUT US,

ISN'T THAT RIGHT,
MR. JENSEN?

THAT'S RIGHT,
MR. EARP.

CAN WE BORROW
YOUR BUGGY?

OH, AND KEEP
YOUNG TOBY HERE.

DULL KNIFE
AND HIS PEOPLE

ARE ON THE WARPATH,
YOU KNOW.

OH, WE'RE FRIENDLY.

I HELPED MR. COUSIN
AND MR. BROTHER.

THEY'RE BLOOD KIN.
DULL KNIFE PROMISED

SAFE CONDUCT TO ME
AND ANYBODY WITH ME.

THE CHEYENNES
OUT THERE KNOW THAT?

I SURE HOPE SO.

YOU SEE.

ARE YOUR FRIENDS HERE?

NO.

WHAT'S THE TROUBLE?

NO TROUBLE MUCH.

MY BROTHER GOT ARROW IN LEG.

HE WANT WHITE MAN'S DOCTOR.

PUT HIM ON A HORSE.

YOU SHOOT HIM, HUH?

NO.

WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

EARP. WYATT EARP.

MR. COUSIN OF YELLOW HAND
SAY YOU ARE GOOD MAN.

IS THERE ALSO
GOOD WHITE DOCTOR?

DOC MCCARTHY.

VERY GOOD DOCTOR.

I WILL PUT MY BROTHER
ON HORSE.

I'M MOST GRATEFUL,
MR. EARP.

THIS IS THE BEST
STORY I'VE COLLECTED
ON MY TRAVELS,

QUIET AND
NO VIOLENCE.

WAY TO MISS CHURCH.
IF YOU LIKE THAT,

YOU'LL BE MY GUEST
FOR DINNER.

THANK YOU, BUT I DOUBT
IF I'LL HAVE MUCH

OF AN APPETITE.
INDIANS SCARE ME.

WE'VE GIVEN THEM SO MANY
GOOD REASONS TO SHOOT.

MARSHAL EARP! MARSHAL EARP!

YOU'D BETTER COME QUICK.

IT'S FROGFACE PERKINS
AND MR. KELLY.

FROGFACE SAYS HE'S GOING
TO SHOOT MR. KELLY,

AND MR. KELLY,
HE'S GOT A GUN!

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.
WHY DON'T YOU BREAK IT UP?

PERKINS AIN'T ARMED.
I FIGURE IT'S A LOT
OF TALK.

NO, IT AIN'T.
THERE'LL BE A BLOODY
GUNFIGHT, MR. EARP.

TOBY, I THINK
YOUR MOTHER WANTS YOU.

I'LL TAKE THE INDIAN
ON OVER TO DOC MCCARTHY'S.

MR. JENSEN, I'LL SEE YOU
OVER AT THE DODGE HOUSE
IN ABOUT TEN.

AND I SAY YOU'RE
A CHEATING SQUANDERER,
KELLY!

YOU JUST HANG ON
TO THAT GUN.

I'M GOING TO GET
MY OWN GUN!

WHOA, MR. PERKINS.

NOW WHAT'S ALL THIS ROW
BETWEEN YOU AND MR. KELLY?

HE KNOWS. MAYBE
HE'LL TELL YOU.

LET HIM GO FOR HIS GUN,
WYATT. I AIN'T RUNNING.

NOW WAIT A MINUTE.

PUT THAT GUN UP,
MR. KELLY.

NOW THERE'S NOT GOING TO BE
ANY GUNFIGHTING TODAY.

IF I CATCH EITHER ONE
OF YOU WITH A GUN,

THERE'S GOING TO BE
TROUBLE. YOU UNDERSTAND?

ALL RIGHT.
YOU'RE THE LAW.

COUNCILMAN KELLY.

I'M IN THE RIGHT
OF THE QUARREL!

WELL, THEN FIGHT IT OUT
SOME OTHER DAY.

JUST WHEN I GOT THIS
NEWSPAPERMAN THINKING

WE'RE HALF-CIVILIZED,
YOU GO AND BUST LOOSE.

AH, I TOLD GEORGE HOOVER
WE CAN NEVER HIDE WHAT WE ARE.

LET THEM NEW YORK PAPERS
PRINT WHAT THEY LIKE.

MR. KELLY, $100,000 IS
A BIG LOAN IN THESE DAYS.

WE WON'T GET IT.

BUT WE MIGHT!

IF JENSEN DOESN'T
GO AND PRINT US UP
AS A ROWDY BUNCH.

NOW I'M GOING TO ASK YOU
AS A PERSONAL FAVOR

NOT TO GET
IN ANY TROUBLE TODAY.

HOW ABOUT IT?

WELL, FOR WHAT
PERKINS CALLED ME,

I SHOULD BLOW
HIS GIZZARD OUT;

BUT I OWE YOU THE FAVOR.

THANK YOU, MR. KELLY.

ERIN GO BRAGH.

PORTERHOUSE STEAK,
25 CENTS.

ROAST OF BUFFALO
HUMP, 30 CENTS.

PRAIRIE CHICKEN
FRICASSEE, 20 CENTS.

I'LL HAVE TO SHOW
THIS MENU TO DELMONICO'S

WHEN I GET BACK
TO NEW YORK.

OH, I RECOMMEND
THE QUAIL ON TOAST.
IT'S VERY GOOD.

BUT THAT'S 50 CENTS!

I DON'T WANT
TO PUT ON AIRS.

YOU GET TWO WHOLE QUAIL,
ONE YOU CAN EAT

WITH VEGETABLES
AND ALL.

HMM. WELL--

[GUNFIRE AND SCREAMING]

YES, IT'S JUST
A HORSE RACE.

I KIND OF WISH

THE BOYS WOULDN'T USE
FRONT STREET THOUGH.

WELL, SALLY, I'LL START
WITH SOME OYSTERS

AND SOME QUAIL ON TOAST--

MARSHAL EARP, MARSHAL EARP!

I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU
THAT YOU WERE SUPPOSED--

IT'S A CROOKED RACE,
MR. EARP.

THE BARDY RIDER FOWLED
THE LAZY ACRES PONY.

WILL YOU PLEASE
GO HOME?

YES, SIR,
BUT DON'T BLAME ME

IF THE LAZY ACRES
GO FOR THEIR GUNS,

AND IF THEY DON'T KILL
A FEW, THE GAMBLERS WILL.

BUT DON'T BLAME ME.

YOU GO AHEAD AND ORDER.
I'LL BE RIGHT BACK.

SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

LET HIM TALK!

OUR HORSE GOT FOULED.

YOU HIT HIM ACROSS
THE FACE WITH YOUR QUART,

JUST AS HE WAS
GOING UP PAST YOU.

[SHOUTING]

WE WON FAIR AND SQUARE.
YOU LAZY ACRES

ARE JUST CRY-BABYING TO
GET OUT OF PAYING THE BETS.

WE AIN'T PAYING
NO BETS!

YOU KNOW IT WELL
THAT YOU'RE NUTS.

WE'LL GET OUR GUNS,
AND THEN WE'LL COLLECT.

WE'VE GOT GUNS, TOO.

LET'S GET THIS SETTLED!

QUIT IT! QUIT IT!

NOW I DON'T KNOW WHO IS FOULED,
AND I DON'T CARE,

BUT I'M CALLING ALL BETS OFF.

ALL RIGHT. CAN WE
RUN THE RACE OVER?

NEXT SUNDAY.

WHAT BIG-HEADED NOTION
IS THIS, EARP?

YOU CAN'T TELL US
WHEN--

YES, I'M TELLING YOU.
NOW, ALL BETS ARE OFF,

AND THE RACE IS POSTPONED
ONE WEEK. YOU UNDERSTAND?

NOW BREAK IT UP.

GO ON!

WHERE'S JENSEN?

OH, HE WENT
WITH MR. KELLY.

WENT UP TO BOOTHILL
JUST BEFORE DARK.

YEAH, I RECKON
THEY WENT BACK

TO KELLY'S PLACE
TO HAVE A DRINK.

YEAH.

WELL, DO YOU THINK
THEY PUT IT OVER?

HOPE SO. YOU WANT
SOME MILK?

NO, NO. WELL, IT
HAS BEEN A QUITE DAY.

NO KILLINGS, NO GUNFIGHTS
AND ONLY TWO ARRESTS.

YEAH, WELL, WE ALL TRIED
TO SIT ON THE LID.

JENSEN COULDN'T WRITE

ANYTHING WILD
AND WOOLLY ABOUT US.

WELL, NOT YET, NO, BUT
I'LL SURE BE A LOT HAPPIER

WHEN HE'S ON THAT NIGHT
STAGE FOR KANSAS CITY.

MAYBE YOU SHOULD'VE
STAYED WITH HIM, WYATT.

WELL, HE TOOK QUITE
A SHINE TO JIM KELLY.

WISH I HAD MORE
CONFIDENCE IN JIM.

COME ON,
YOU LIKE MR. KELLY.

ANYWAY, HE'S
WHAT THE NEWSPAPERMEN

CALL A GULLIBLE
PERSONALITY.

YES, THAT'S RIGHT,
BUT--

TOBY, ARE YOU STILL
DOGGING MR. EARP AROUND?

NO, SIR.

WELL, THERE MUST
BE GOOD NEWS.

WHENEVER IT'S BAD NEWS,
HE COMES IN ON THE GALLOP.

I GUESS IT'S GOOD.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN,
TOBY?

WELL, I DON'T THINK FROGFACE
PERKINS COULD ACTUALLY

KILL MR. JENSEN.
HE MIGHT KILL MR. KELLY,

BUT WHAT'S HE GOT
AGAINST MR. JENSEN?

WELL, COME ON OUT
WITH IT. DID FROGFACE
HAVE HIS GUNS?

UH, GUN, YES, SIR.

WELL, THEN
WHAT HAPPENED?

I MEAN,
WHERE ARE THEY?

BOOTHILL CEMETERY.

GOOD HEAVENS!
TELL US, BOY.

NOTHING MUCH
TO TELL, I GUESS.

FROGFACE PERKINS
SNEAKED UP AND
CLIMBED UP BOOTHILL.

WELL, THEN
WHAT DID THEY DO?

WELL, HE SAID
HE WAS GOING TO
SHOOT MR. KELLY

AND THEN SHOOT MR. JENSEN
'CAUSE HE'D BE A WITNESS,

BUT I DON'T THINK HE'D
ACTUALLY SHOOT MR. JENSEN.

WELL, HOW LONG AGO
WAS THIS?

JUST BEFORE DARK.

GOOD HEAVENS ABOVE!

WHAT HAPPENED AFTER
PERKINS PUT A GUN ON HIM?

I DON'T KNOW.
I GOT SCARED AND RAN.

IT WOULD SOON BE
DARK IN BOOTHILL,

AND THAT'S
A SCARY PLACE, AND--

I WOULDN'T BE SCARED
WITH MR. EARP ALONG.

IS IT ALL RIGHT,
IF I GO, TOO?

NO, YOU GO HOME,
AND IF I EVER CATCH YOU

RUNNING AFTER
MR. EARP AGAIN, I'LL--

I'LL SEND YOU
TO REFORM SCHOOL.

REFORM SCHOOL?

THE REFORM SCHOOL!

OH, NO.
REFORM SCHOOL...

YOUR TIME IS
ABOUT UP, KELLY.

YOU'RE GOING
TO BUY A FOOTSTONE
FOR MY PAL'S GRAVE.

NEVER! I SPENT ALL
THE MONEY YOU GAVE ME

FOR THE HEADSTONE,
AND $12 MORE.

WHY, THAT HEADSTONE
AIN'T WORTH NO $70.

YOU'RE A NO-GOOD CHEAT, KELLY.

YOU'RE THE LOWEST
SKUNKING CHEAT THERE IS,

ROBBING THE DEAD.

MR. PERKINS.

YEAH?

I SEE NO NEED
FOR THIS MORBID TALK.

I DON'T DEFEND
MR. KELLY.

HE'S A STUBBORN
IRISHMAN.

HA-HA! YOU HEAR THAT, KELLY?

BUT THAT'S NO
REASON FOR COMMITTING
COLD-BLOODED MURDER.

I'M REACHING FOR MONEY,
NOT A GUN.

I DON'T WANT YOUR MONEY.

I WANT HIM TO PAY.

NOT ONE RED CENT.

ALL RIGHT.

I'LL GIVE YOU 10 SECONDS
TO SAY A PRAYER.

NOW START PRAYING.

YOU START.
SHOOT HIM, WYATT!

I OUGHT TO BREAK
HIS ARM.
GO AHEAD!

NO. STOP IT.
THAT WOULDN'T MAKE

NICE READING IN
THE HERALD, MR. EARP.

NO, I GUESS IT
WOULDN'T, MR. JENSEN.

COME ON, MR. KELLY.

GIVE ME A HAND OVER
TO DOC MCCARTHY'S.

GET THE SCALP
STITCHED UP.

YOU'RE HOOLIGANS,
ALL OF YOU.

RUTHLESS, BRUTAL
HOOLIGANS!

LISTEN TO THAT NOW.
YOU KEEP FROGFACE

FROM MURDERING
THE BOTH OF US,

AND HE CALLS YOU NAMES.

HE'LL CHANGE HIS MIND

WHEN HE'S HAD A CHANCE
TO THINK ABOUT IT.

HOLD ON! HOLD IT!

I'LL TAKE A LOOK
IN YOUR TRUNK RACK,
IF YOU DON'T MIND.

OH, IT'S YOU,
MR. EARP.

YOU HOLD UP STAGES
IN YOUR SPARE TIME?

I THOUGHT SO.

OH, MR. EARP.

NOW COME ON.
GET OUT OF THERE.

ALL RIGHT, WILLY.
GO ON.

GIDDY-UP! HEE-YAH!

BYE, MR. JENSEN.

NOW WHAT DID YOU THINK
YOU WERE DOING?

MAYOR HOOVER
THREATENED TO SEND ME
TO REFORM SCHOOL.

WELL, THAT'S JUST
A JOKE, TOBY.

BUT WHAT MR. JENSEN...

GET TO BE AN OLD MAN

AND READ ABOUT DODGE CITY
IN THE HISTORY BOOKS, WELL,

THERE JUST WON'T BE
ANY QUIET DAYS AT ALL.

WHY?

WELL, BECAUSE
THE QUIET DAYS,

THE ONES WHERE PEOPLE
DIDN'T DO ANY FIGHTING

OR KILLING OR STEAL
EACH OTHER BLIND, WELL,

THEY JUST WON'T BE COUNTED
IN THE HISTORY BOOKS.

BUT DOESN'T
THE GOOD LORD

COUNT THEM,
MR. EARP?

YES, TOBY.
HE COUNTS THEM.

* 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 *