Gunfight at the O.K. Corral Page #6

- Who is he?

- Cotton Wilson.

Cotton Wilson.

So Ike paid off on his deal, eh?

Clanton's been rustling Mexican cattle

by the thousands,

and he has to move them.

But he can only ship them

out of Tombstone,

and he can't do that

while we control the city.

That's about it.

He's organised and he's mean.

We can't keep him

out of Tombstone forever.

What about the people of Tombstone?

John Clum, editor of the Epitaph,

and some of the leading citizens

will back us if they know

you're calling the shots.

We're all agreed, Wyatt,

you should run the show.

There's only one thing that bothers me,

and I'm going to speak my piece now.

There's gonna be a lot of bad talk

about you riding with Doc Holliday.

What about Holliday?

He's the worst killer on the frontier,

that's what about him.

And it just don't look good,

you coming here with him.

Holliday saved my life in Dodge City.

I don't forget that.

What's more, he's a man of his word.

As long as he plays his cards straight

and keeps out of killings,

we got no right to run him out of town.

I didn't know you two were a team.

We're not.

It's just a case of square deal.

Holliday stays.

All right, Wyatt. He's your responsibility.

That suits me fine. Now, do we have

a map of the county here?

Now the first thing we got to do

is let the Clantons know

that the city is closed to them.

Then we got to control the county.

Now, that's important.

I'm gonna get a letter off

to a man tonight

who'll take care of that little matter

for us.

Now show me

where the Clanton ranch is.

- Here.

- And where does he keep his...

Hello, Cotton. I've been expecting you.

You're looking fine, real prosperous.

- Oh, I ain't complaining.

- What's on your mind?

Wyatt, Ike wants to make you a deal.

He promises no trouble if you let him

ship his cattle out of Tombstone.

Well, that's mighty nice of Ike.

Ike's a nice fellow.

He's got a fortune tied up in cattle

out there at the ranch.

- And he's gonna move them.

- Oh, he is, huh?

There's $20,000 in it for you. Cash.

$20,000?

The wages of sin are rising.

$20,000 against a six-foot hole

in Boot Hill

or a $20-a-month pension,

if you live long enough to collect it.

I've thought about those things.

You know, Cotton,

this is a nice little town.

Good place to set a while.

I might even run for County Sheriff

in a couple of months.

That don't scare me at all. I got mine.

I got a ranch now

and $25,000 in the bank.

And you know something?

It don't bother my sleep not one bit.

It would mine, though.

Why don't you get off that pulpit, Wyatt?

Ellsworth, Wichita, Dodge City,

and what have they got you,

but a life full of misery

and a woman who walked out

on you and the friendship of a killer?

Take this message back to your boss.

So that's the way he wants it, huh?

He aims to pull the town

out from under you, Ike.

- Been a long time, Ike.

- Too long.

Hello, Ringo.

Still renting your gun

to the highest bidder?

That's right, Marshal.

Ain't you a little young

to be packing a gun, son?

Why don't you try me?

Going someplace?

We're taking in the show, Marshal.

Any objections?

No, soon as you check in

your sidearms.

Why don't you check it in for me,

Marshal?

Now!

You boys know my brothers.

Meet John Clum,

head of the Citizens' Committee.

You're a marked man, Wyatt.

There's no place in this town

for you, Ike.

The next time you ride in armed,

you ride out feet first.

Now get moving.

- Here comes trouble.

- Who is she?

That's Kate Fisher.

She just couldn't stay away.

- Four blues.

- Call, you suckers.

Barkeep, some whiskey down here.

Leave the bottle.

Two pair, aces up.

- Hey, Doc, what've you got?

- Three treys.

Nice town, huh, Kate?

Well, well, well,

if it ain't the little deputy.

Doc, your deal.

Gonna say hello to an old friend?

Draw.

Give me some crme de menthe.

Hey, little deputy.

Would you like to have

another drink with me?

You're drunk, Ringo.

That's the way you made your

reputation, wasn't it, against drunks?

Get your gun. I'll meet you in the street

in five minutes.

I'll be there.

I said I'd see you dead.

What kind of a sucker play is this?

It's all Clanton needs to start a war.

Look, I've had it up to here.

You want to play patty-cake with them,

go ahead.

Give me your gun, Doc.

You got no right packing it.

Now you can...

You can thank God

you're Wyatt Earp's brother.

Holliday, if you think anything

about Wyatt, you'll get out of here.

Having a killer like you around is the

worst thing that can happen to him!

- I hear you're leaving Tombstone.

- You hear good.

I'm taking a stage tomorrow.

Kind of thought this climate was

good for your cough.

Listen, Preacher, being here

is causing me a lot of embarrassment.

Some people are even taking me

as a lawman.

You're not leaving on my account?

Your account?

You've got nothing to do

with my leaving.

Good luck, Doc.

Too bad we won't be

in on the finish together.

- Hiya, Wyatt.

- John.

Here's that letter

you've been waiting for.

What do we got here?

Young Clanton passed out drunk

at the Alhambra.

Throw him in the tank

and let him sleep it off.

Hold it a minute.

John, how long is it going to take you

to get those men you promised me?

Any time you say.

I think I'll take a little trip

out to the Clanton ranch.

- You crazy?

- I don't think so.

Well, take your gun.

This is all the ammunition I'll need.

If I'm not back

in a couple of hours, Virge,

have Clum's Citizens' Committee

drag my carcass out.

Billy!

He's all right, ma'am.

Just got himself a little liquored up.

All right, on your feet.

Billy, you get in the house!

I don't know what I'm going to do

with that boy.

The way he's going now,

he's going to end up like his father,

shot down for stealing cattle.

You think you're pretty tough,

don't you, son?

I never saw a gunslinger yet so tough

he lived to celebrate his 35th birthday.

I learnt one rule about gunslingers.

There's always a man faster

on the draw than you are,

and the more you use a gun, the sooner

you're gonna run into that man.

You think I don't know

what's inside of you.

I had a couple of big brothers.

They fought in the Civil War,

and I was too young to go.

I tried to live up to them

the same way that you're trying

to live up to Ike and Finn.

- You know about that, huh?

- You can bet I know about that.

It's not that I want to be a gunfighter,

exactly. It's just...

I don't know, sometimes I get lonely.

All gunfighters are lonely.

They live in fear.

They die without a dime

or a woman or a friend.

You know,

I never thought about it like that.

Well, think about it. Think about it.

Billy, listen to the marshal.

- I won't do it no more, Ma.

- Oh, please don't.

What are you doing here?

Just brought

your kid brother home, drunk.

You should be proud, real proud.

You'd better get riding.

I wouldn't do that, Ike.

Some of my friends in Tombstone might

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