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Got a hundred dollars.

Can we buy a table?

Nope. Reckon I will buck the

house and raise myself a stake.

We've still got that reward

money from the Escalara Kid.

Fifteen hundred dollars.

That ought to be enough to buy a table.

You can have that if you want it.

Say, that's right nice of you, Frame.

Hey, boys.

Now, you know what I was saying about

trying to make you a good Sheriff.

I guess you all know what

kind of a Sheriff I'd make.

That must be why you voted for me again.

Let's give three cheers for the Sheriff.

Hooray... hooray... hooray!

I'll set them up, Fin.

Boys... none of you are paying for them.

You low-down cattle thieves.

You think you can go on stealing

my property. But you won't.

From now, I'm going

to fight with my guns.

You'd better shut him up, Williams.

And as for you... you dirty,

low-down yellow cur.

I want you to know I know

what is going on in this town.

[ Three gunshots! ]

You killed him.

You saw him reach for his irons.

There's plenty of witnesses here.

Well, he's passed it.

He was drunk, I reckon.

He'll have a long time to sleep it off.

I wonder what he was drinking?

Imagine him accusing us of rustling.

Must be a long while

since we slept in beds.

Well... you don't have to hog it all.

Don't seem to be much law and order here.

It's come to a pretty pass when our women

are afraid to go out on the street.

I think we ought to hear

from our undertakers.

What do you think?

My brother and I feel that the good

thing was to send for Mister Johnson.

We do.

Yes.

It's time we took the bull by the horns.

Tombstone ain't the first town

that's had to put up a fight.

Dodge City did. Denver. Wichita.

And how were those towns cleaned up?

By fighting Peace Officers.

And that's what we got to have.

A man with an itchy trigger finger.

Why they say this Saint Johnson

has killed thirty five men.

That's one for every year of his life.

But you can't trust a

fellow like him too far.

I tell you that this will get us into

open warfare with the Northrups.

Well, what are you going to

do about these Northrups?

Let them rob our stages, run our

cattle, shoot us in the back?

I for one say:
fight fire with fire!

We're all for hiring Mister Johnson.

Howdy.

Howdy Mister Johnson.

I'm judge Williams. Come on in.

Got to know The Golden Girl.

Oh yes. Meet Mister Dixon.

From the gun-store here.

Mister Berry. Mister Holt.

How do you do?

And the Parker brothers,

the town undertakers.

The boys are all counted... sit down.

How do you like Tombstone, Mr Johnson?

Smart town.

How would you like to

take a hand in running it?

How's that?

Mister Johnson. This county

needs a Deputy Marshall.

We think you are the man for the job.

I'd like to appoint you.

Nope. When I left Kansas,

I put my badge away for good.

Decent people here would like

to see this town cleaned up.

We would make it worth your while.

Sorry Judge. I have to turn you down.

Why, Mister Johnson?

A thankless job.

Well, the decent people of

the town would be with you.

That is, the law-abiding citizens.

You could bank on us to back you up.

See, Mister Johnson ..

There's a lawless faction here that's

running this town to suit themselves.

Regardless of other people's rights.

What about Fin Elder?

Oh, he's as bad as the rest.

What we need is a fellow like you that

won't draw in his horns. Take our part.

We are willing to pay you your price.

Money couldn't hire me.

I reckon this will about the

biggest job you ever tackled.

You seen what happened up at

The Golden Girl the other night.

Lots of fellahs would jump at the chance.

Pat Masterson, he's up in Denver.

Hickok. Ben Thompson. He'd do it.

No... you are the fellah.

I'm only wasting your time.

I've made up my mind.

I won't do it.

Don't be hasty.

Think it over.

No. I came here to settle down.

I'm sick of employment in gun play.

It's only got me a trail of dead

men and a heap of enemies.

All we want you to do is break

the power of the Northrups.

We'll back you up to the limit.

If this West is going to be a fit place

to live in, you've got to do your share.

You owe it to the West, Mister Johnson.

It is your duty.

We're appealing to you, Mister Johnson.

Old Northrup wants to bet a thousand

dollars you won't line up for this.

Yeah?

Yeah.

He told Ben Burley.

That's right.

Old Northrup, eh?

Yeah.

Where is the badge?

Well Mister Johnson, I'm mighty glad

that you accepted the badge.

And you can depend upon my

paper to back you to the limit.

Thank you very much.

How do you do, Mr Johnson. I understand

you're to stay with us for quite a ..

Well. Congratulations!

We need men like you.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Hey, wait a minute.

Haven't I seen you in Wichita, Kansas?

No.

Wait a minute.

Get out of town.

I'll give you until sundown.

Come on.

Things are picking up.

Sure they are.

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25. 35. 45.

A few more holes like this and

you and me will be sitting pretty.

We will, we will.

45. 50.

80. 85. 90. 95. One.

Hey Luther.

Hi Frame.

What is it, Frame?

Brandt, Deadwood. Come here.

You've gone and got

yourself another badge, eh?

Why did you do it?

I had to.

I knew something would happen.

Things have been going too smooth.

I thought it was my duty.

Frame, you're a funny man.

I just can't figure you out. Have

you got to have yourself a star?

I thought you was through

enforcing the law.

I was ready to put my irons away.

Well .. the council prevailed on me.

Like they did in Dodge City.

And Wichita.

You saw what happened here the other

night. Having trouble with the Northrups.

Well, that's different.

These towns don't like lawmen.

Frame, you know that as well as I do.

Somebody's got to do it.

Someday six-guns will all be put away and

this will be a fit country to live in.

Until then .. well,

I'm going to do my share.

I'll try to do it alone. Peaceful.

Alone!

Oh, we'll be drug into it.

Not that I mind.

That settles it .. I'm willing.

Well, looks like in Tombstone here

we're going to get that lead breakfast.

I bet it's going to be

a pretty good show.

Hey Frenchie, what does this say?

Camille.

And at the top?

Lotta Starling.

Yeah? Hey Brandt, fellahs .. look!

Lotta's coming to town.

Sure enough. She'll be here Monday.

Well, can you buy that?

It is four years since I saw her last.

Down the panhandle, remember?

Good for a pan?

Ace, three.

Ace, King.

A seven, King.

Ace, six.

Ace, deuce.

King, deuce.

King, seven.

Rat .. I'll learn you.

Brandt was only giving him a hiding.

Fighting him.

Out of a clear sky, this

man starts trying to kill me.

Give me my guns and I'll show him.

Hold on.

What was he doing?

Why, he was drawing .. on her.

A drawing of her on the wall.

He defaced the wall. Destroying property.

Mister Fin.

This Brandt beat me up, and now they're

after throwing me in jail and fining me.

Give me my guns and I'll show you.

Frame .. turn this here

prisoner over to me.

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