Frontier Marshal Page #6

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- Come on!

Get out of the way, ya big lug!

All right, now everybody stand back

and give me room, lots of it.

Get back, everybody.

- No scalpel.

- No...

- Have you got a razor?

- I got one in the office, Doc.

I'll get it.

In there too.

All right, Doctor.

You can wash up now.

Roll my sleeve up.

Stop shaking and brush

the doctor's hands.

Administer the ether.

Scrub up around my wrist.

Pull the lamp down, Earp.

Now take that mirror.

Hold it against the lamp and reflect

all the light you can down here.

Please, Doctor.

Razor, please.

Oh, l... Oh.! Dios.

Clamp.

New suture.

Tie.

Wipe his face.

Bandage.

- Doctor?

- He's got a chance now... a good chance.

All he needs is quiet and rest.

Better take him home on this table.

- Dr. Dorsen'll tell you what

to do when he gets back.

He's going to live.

He says my boy Pablo...

he's going to live.

Dry them.

I'm so happy, you know?

Come, John.

You better get some rest.

- John?

- Yes, Sarah?

- Isn't it more thrilling to give

life than to take it away?

- Yes.

Doc!

All right, Wyatt Earp.!

I got your friend Doc Halliday, and you're next.!

We'll wait for ya

at the O.K. Corral.

And we won't wait long.!

Come and make your fight...

or get out of town, pronto!

Doc. Doc!

Oh, what have they done?

Oh, they've killed him!

They've killed him!

- Joe, give me my shotgun.

- I'll swear in a posse. We'll wipe 'em out.

No, Henderson.

This is my fight. I'll handle it.

Hold it a second.

Frank, lend me your six-gun.

Sorry you can't come along, Doc.

I'm going to take you

dead or alive, Curly.

You and your friends better

come out and surrender peacefully.

All right, you four-flusher.

If you want me, come and get me.

Well, Mr. Marshal, are you coming in,

or do we have to go out and get you?

Drop that gun, Curly.

Come here.

Turn around.

I'm gonna try to take you alive

if your friends'll let me. Get going.

You men drop your guns

and come out.

I got him for you, Doc!

I got him!

The stage is ready to go.

I'll put your baggage aboard.

No, wait.

I've changed my mind. I'm not going.

- You're not going?

- No.

You see, John meant a lot to me...

everything.

And just being near where he was

makes me feel I'm still close to him.

I understand.

- I'll tell 'em you're not going.

- Thank you.

Don't wait for Miss Allen.

She's not going.

- Are you leaving town, Jerry?

- Yeah, this dump's getting too tame for me. Look.

THE TOMBSTONE SAVING BANK

WILL OCCUPY THIS SITE

When people start saving their money,

it's time for me to vamoose.

Well, good-bye, Jerry,

and good luck.

Thanks. Well, I guess

you must be all right.

If you wasn't, a great fella like Doc

wouldn't have liked you.

So long.

Pull!

BOOT HILL CEMETERY

Good-bye, Doc.

BELOVED AND RESPECTED

CITIZEN OF TOMBSTONE

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