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I hear you got a private grudge

against Wyatt Earp.

I sure have, Mr. Morris.

Rousted my kinfolks,

Manon Clemens and his brother.

Why don't you go to Dodge and kill him?

Used to be a sharpshooter, didn't you?

With the Tennessee Brigade?

Yeah, old Betsy can get them at over 400 yards,

but bushwhacking a Johnny law...

I don't know.

Starts a posse chasing you.

$1,500.

What's that you say?

500 now

and another thousand when you get Earp.

1,500.

A lot of money.

I'll give it a try.

♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp ♪

♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪

♪ Long live his fame and long live his glory ♪

♪ And long may his story be told ♪

When George Morris raided Dodge City,

and was temporarily crippled in a gunfight

with Marshal Earp and Deputy Bat Masterson,

it was generally believed that George would make no more trouble.

But in his lust for vengeance,

Morris hired a sharpshooter with a buffalo gun

to kill Wyatt from a distant ambush.

Wyatt's enemies had often hired gunfighters

to pick a quarrel with him

and face-to-face killed a Marshal

in a showdown with .45s.

But Morris's scheme was new and deadly.

It presented Wyatt with an assassin

hiding beyond six-gun range.

An unknown stranger skilled at stalking buffalo

and men.

Are you Mrs. Hamble?

That's me. Who are you?

My name's Luke Hawes.

Got a note here somewhere.

It's from your brother.

Mm. You're dirty.

You smell like a buffalo hunter.

Shut up and mind your manners.

You'll have to excuse Annie May.

She took after her Pa.

Hmm.

Never hear from George Morris

until he wants a favor.

Uncle George, what's it say?

- What's it say? - Hush.

Dump them clothes in the tub over there.

Yes'm.

There's no room in the house.

Wouldn't be proper no how.

I reckon you can batch in the barn.

Suits me.

One thing though, it can't get around

that I'm here.

I ain't one to gossip, Mister.

How about the kid?

Annie May?

Annie May, come here.

Yes'm?

This here is Mr. Hawes.

He's a friend of your Uncle George.

He sure needs washing.

- He smells... - Never mind that.

He's gonna stay in the barn for a few days,

and you're not to tell a living soul

he's here, understand?

Oh.

Is he on the dodge?

No, I ain't.

You want to get cut?

No, sir. Let's go of me!

You tell anybody I'm here and that's what'll happen to you.

I won't tell, mister.

No need to scare the wits out of the child.

She's got few enough as it is.

What I said goes for both of you.

I aim to be friendly.

And I'll pay good rent.

But you better be scared

and stay scared.

I don't want to see nobody nosing around.

Is that straight?

Suits me.

He ain't joking.

He would cut you.

Yes'm.

You just make out like I wasn't here,

we'll get along fine.

Where I go and what I do

ain't no concern of yours, right?

How much?

Why, that's a whole month's washing almost.

So keep it a secret.

Yes, ma'am.

Mr. Earp? Mr. Earp?

Who is it?

The clerk.

I thought I heard a shot and some glass breaking.

You did. Somebody took a shot at me.

Go get Mr. Masterson.

Yes, sir. Right away.

Mighty big hole.

Oh, I should have stayed in Chicago.

Hurry it up, will you?

Yes, sir.

This must have come from a rifle.

No, it's from a buffalo gun.

Caliber 45.70.

Might even be a 50 caliber.

I think he fired from the roof of McGuire's warehouse.

We'll go around the corner.

You keep about 10 feet in back of me

and watch for a muzzle flash.

While you set yourself up as a target?

Well, that's darn foolishness.

You working for me?

Yes, sir.

Come on.

Are you hurt?

No. Stay low!

There are the footprints,

but no empty shells.

He must be a buffalo hunter.

They always reload their own cartridges.

He took his shell cases with him.

You know, I can't figure this.

As a buffalo hunter, I got along well enough

with all the other hunters.

Somebody hired him to bushwhack you.

Yeah, must be.

You think he's given up?

Well, that all depends on how bad he wants me.

Well, this is the worst yet.

This gun could throw its lot at you

from 300 or 400 yards.

And he didn't miss by much, either.

It's a good thing I was moving

or he would have got me.

An awful good shot.

What are we gonna do now?

Well, a buffalo hunter is used to shooting at a standing target,

so I reckon I'd better keep moving fast.

- Meantime... - You need a bodyguard, Wyatt.

In the meantime, you round up the rest of the deputies.

Tour the town.

Find out if any strangers came in.

I'm staying with you.

No.

Any sharpshooter that can put a bullet

through the crown of my hat from a block away

isn't gonna be bothered with any bodyguard.

He could pick me off in a crowd of 20 men.

Wyatt, for gosh sake,

why don't you hole up for a couple of days?

Give us a chance to find him.

'Cause I can't.

No, I can't leave town,

and I can't hole up.

But I'll tell you what I will do.

I'll be real quick and nimble like.

I'll get going.

Yoo-hoo, Mr. Masterson.

Yoo-hoo.

Marshal Earp ain't at the hotel

and I looked for you every place.

This is yours, and this is Mr. Earp's.

I put roses on yours, see?

Thanks, Annie May. How much?

Ma says $1.50,

but you pay the 0.50.

and I'll charge Marshal Earp the dollar.

He's rich.

You know, you're growing up with a lot of wrong ideas, kid.

But I got no time for a Sunday School lesson.

Here.

Two dollars?

I ain't got change.

Well, you keep the half dollar.

Delivery charge.

I don't want nothing extra.

I just want...

Well...

To be your best girl.

All right. You're my best girl.

Honest?

Am I?

Cross my heart.

Any luck?

No.

Went through that southside like lightning.

My best girl brought the laundry.

Yeah, well, you stick to Annie May.

I don't know. I think I oughta

teach that girl some moral training.

Hey, did you check all the hotels?

Yeah.

None of their guests have ever been buffalo hunters.

Well, a man couldn't ride...

walk down front street toting a buffalo gun

without being noticed.

I think he's an old timer.

Maybe a Johnny reb who learned his

snipe shooting in the war.

Well, what do we do next?

Over there.

Picnic grounds. Go get the boys.

Charlie, Mac.

Bill.

You hit?

No, but he got Tony.

Fine horse, and I'm gonna miss him.

Well, just don't stand there. Let's get him!

Wyatt, use your head.

We're not gonna let you walk into that ambush.

It's plain suicide, Wyatt.

This isn't the way to do it and you know it.

We'll bring out all this side of town house by house.

But we'll do it, not you.

All right, we'll try it your way.

Been hunting?

Yep.

Thought I'd get me a rabbit.

Annie May says different.

Somebody tried to kill Marshal Earp.

What's that got to do with me?

You can't stay here.

Has that kid been talking? Where's she at?

She's out delivering more washing.

And don't get mean about this.

I told you both not to...

Don't forget George Morris is my brother.

And a fine loving sister you are.

Earp crippled both of George's legs

and Earp ain't nothing but a Yankee no how.

Are you sticking up for him?

I'm sticking up for myself

and Annie May.

This is a little town, Mr. Hawes.

Someone's gonna recollect that I'm kin to George.

And it won't take them long

to come snooping around out here.

What if they do?

I don't want no bullets flying around.

Ain't you got sense enough to know

it's time to clear out.

Not yet.

I gave the 20.

How about 40 more?

No.

They could put me in jail for harboring a man like you.

Now pack up and push along.

You don't know who you're getting sassy with.

Just wait till I tell George.

George knows all about this.

Now this will be over by sundown.

If I don't take care of my job,

it'll cost me $1,000.

And you know who I'll blame for it.

All right.

Better be.

But I still get the $40.

Sure.

Wyatt, Mayor Hoover.

Howdy, Mr. Hoover.

I was just getting the search area

narrowed down to the picnic grounds

and the houses in the district.

Good. But you're relieved from duty.

What do you mean "I'm relieved?"

We're trying to save your life.

You were shot at four times

and your horse was killed.

Now I want Mr. Masterson and the other deputies

to make that search.

Whoever he is doesn't get paid

for killing us, Wyatt.

Well, there's no need to relieve me from duty.

I already promised Mr. Masterson and the boys

that they can handle it.

You promise not to go after this man?

Well, Mr. Mayor,

I think I'll eventually have to go after him.

But if there's another way, I'm willing to give it a try.

You have my word.

It's about the best we can do, Mr. Mayor.

Wyatt, a lot of the southsiders want to help

but I have enough men to surround this whole area. We'll get him.

I sure hope you do, Mr. Masterson.

Good luck.

Thanks, Wyatt.

Yoo-hoo, Mr. Masterson.

Yoo-hoo.

This is the layout right here...

Where's Marshal Earp?

He's busy. You run along now, Annie May.

Ain't he going with you to catch the man?

Please, Annie May, don't bother me now.

I've got a secret.

Later. Not now.

Vamoose, young lady.

You'll be sorry.

Run along on home.

Now we'll string out along this line here.

The other deputies and I will take each house and barn

in the following order.

We start right here.

Miss Hamble?

Hello, Bat.

Annie May with you?

No, ma'am.

She was hanging around the jail.

I thought she started home.

Hmm. She's usually tagging after you.

She's all right.

We're looking for the man that's been shooting

at Marshal Earp with a buffalo gun.

Seen any strangers around?

No, I ain't.

But you boys are welcome to look.

Shall I look through the barn?

Waste of time, Hal. I know Mrs. Hamble.

You see a man skulking around,

just holler.

I sure will, Bat.

Thank you, ma'am.

Well, Annie May,

did Mr. Masterson give you the money for the laundry?

Yes, sir. He paid me.

I'm scared he'll get hurt.

Well, now, Mr. Masterson...

But it's all his fault.

I offered him a secret.

I offered him a secret,

and he wouldn't even listen.

"Run home, little girl."

That's what he said.

What kind of a secret?

So if he gets hurt or killed,

it won't be my fault.

Why don't you offer me the secret?

I'm not your best girl.

Well, you're one of my best girls, Annie May.

Anyway, you don't want anything to happen to Mr. Masterson, do you?

No, sir.

There's a man living in our barn.

A mean, dirty, old man.

He said he'd cut me if I told.

I wouldn't let that happen to you, Annie May.

Now you come on over here and tell me all about it.

Well,

I will.

Good. Sit down.

For a dollar.

And you got to promise Mr. Masterson won't get hurt.

And my Ma won't get hurt.

And you won't tell I told on Mr. Hawes.

It's a deal.

No sign of anything, Bat.

I think he left town.

It sure looks like it.

Let's go report in to Wyatt.

He wants more searching we still have the daylight to do it.

Come on. Hyah!

Now do you remember what you're gonna tell Mr. Hawes?

Yes, sir. I'm to rush in all out of breath

and say "I just seen Marshal Earp

go into the picnic grounds."

All by himself.

"All by himself."

Thanks for the dollar. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Oh, hey, what's the hurry?

Humph.

You wouldn't listen.

Marshal Earp listened to my secret.

Come on now. What secret?

I gotta go home and tell Mr. Hawes.

Yeah? Tell him what?

Quit it. You're messing my hair.

Come on now. You tell me who Mr. Hawes is

and what you're gonna tell him.

Well, he's the man that's been

shooting at him.

You know?

So I gotta tell him Marshal Earp's going into the picnic grounds

to look for him all by himself.

All by himself, huh?

I've got to go.

Am I still your best girl?

You bet your life you are.

My best sweetheart.

Annie May, come on here!

Just a second!

You better look out, Mr. Hawes.

I just seen Marshal Earp go into the picnic grounds.

How many was with him?

All by himself. Mr. Masterson and the others

went back to town.

Did Earp have a rifle with him?

Yes, sir. And his two big pistols.

Annie May, what are you telling?

None of your business so long as it's the truth.

I sure am out of practice.

Wyatt, he's down. I think I got him!

Stay out of this, Bat!

Bat, hold your fire.

He's in the gully now.

He hasn't got a gun. Let's rush him!

No.

He's got houses behind him now.

- There he goes. - Wait a minute.

He's headed right for the Hamble place.

We can beat him there. Come on.

But the shooting's died down

and they must have caught Mr. Hawes.

Why do we have to leave?

We've been harboring a criminal.

And your Uncle George is gonna have to

fix things.

Now you wait here until I close up the barn.

Help!

Real smart, ain't you?

Getting me trapped by Earp

and another fella dressed just like him.

Don't you cut me.

Ma!

Don't kill me.

I'm bleeding to death.

You'll be all right.

Get some towels and some water.

Shouldn't we take him over to Doc McCarty's?

No.

Wyatt, you sore at me?

Sure I'm sore at you.

Look at my hat and coat you're wearing.

Next time you horn in to one of my gunfights,

you wear your own clothes.

Yes, sir.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Oh, 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 ♪