Wyatt Earp's Revenge

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Howdy.

You got any feed?

I got oats and apples, five cent.

Water's free, though.

Coming down from Dodge City?

What's that?

I just said, you heading down

from Dodge City?

Why?

Why what, mister?

Why's it matter where I'm going

or coming from?

I guess it don't.

That's right, it don't.

Look, I'm not looking to start

any trouble.

That horse is sweating up a storm.

So help yourself, as much as you like.

You a gambling man?

No, sir, I am a Christian man.

Christian man, huh?

Being a Christian man...

...you believe in fate or choice?

I believe in whatever the good Lord

has planned.

Let's make it choice, then.

Pick a number between one and 10.

- Why are you doing this?

- Pick a number.

- This isn't necessary...

- Pick.

- Why?

- Pick a number.

- Why?

- Pick a number.

Three. No, five.

Five?

No!

Wrong number.

May I help you?

Excuse me. I have a meeting

with a Mr. Wyatt Earp.

- Could you kindly tell me...?

- Just one moment.

He checked in.

Would you like his room?

No, no. He's expecting me.

- He's in room...?

- Dover Suite.

Dover Suite. Thank you.

- Good day.

- Good day.

Mr. Earp?

Excuse me, sir?

Mr. Earp?

My name is Conrad Taylor.

I'm with the Kansas City Star.

I believe we had an appointment

today, did we not, sir?

I travelled along distance

to meet with you, sir.

All the way from Kansas, no less.

Three days' journey.

Mr. Earp?

Care for a drink, Mr. Taylor?

Truly appreciate this, sir.

Thank you.

In my research,

I found that four Army revolvers...

...were manufactured by Colt

and presented to you...

...Mr. Charles Bassett, Bat Masterson

and Bill Tilghman in the year of...

'78.

Yes, 1878...

...but there's no mention...

...of why you were presented

with such generous gifts.

Our readership

would be interested to know...

...if such an item exists.

I'll have to be frank, sir.

It's been widely speculated

that its existence is merely a myth.

It's no myth, Mr. Taylor.

Then it's true.

Yet its significance has remained

undocumented. Why?

Its significance is before you, sir.

"The slaying of actress Dora Hand."

I remember reading about this.

She graced many small stages

in the West...

...until she was gunned down

by Spike Kenedy.

But I still don't understand why.

Could not know why.

You did not know her. I did.

She performed that night...

...and she was amazing.

I cared for her.

More than she knew.

I wish I had told her.

Listen to them. They're off their chairs

again. Shall we go back out?

Leave them wanting more.

See the cute boy in the third row?

Excuse yourself, please.

I can hardly forget you have

an admirer. A lawman, no less.

Have you spent any time away

during this engagement?

Hi. Have fun.

He's the only reason

we're entertaining this town.

Third time since the summer.

- Perhaps the last.

- Don't know what to tell your father.

Tell him nothing,

as you've been doing.

We're going home tomorrow.

Tell him nothing yourself.

For those two young actresses, one

night, it would change everything.

Sam, you ride ahead and signal me

when you're in position.

Mayor Kelly's a dead man

for what he's done.

Son of a b*tch, Kelly!

You got it coming!

Goto hell!

What a horrific turn of events.

It was at that.

To understand why, Mr. Taylor,

you have to understand...

...the War Between the States.

The war formed us...

...made us who we are.

After killing your own cousins,

your own brothers...

...killing strangers meant nothing.

Lawless times followed

those long, dark years...

...and Dodge City seemed

to be at the centre of it.

Men who sought to escape that...

...would sooner kill any lawman

who come after him...

...knowing surrender

meant a walk to the end of that rope.

Spike, he was no different.

After a while,

no one would come after them...

...and men like Spike Kenedy

would do whatever...

...they want to anyone...

...and not answer for it.

But Dora wasn't just anyone.

The course of that one bullet

changed because of a nail in the bed.

One bullet, one nail on the bed.

Was that fate?

I don't know.

She said they were asleep.

What kind of man would do this?

Where's Kelly?

He's at the hospital at Fort Dodge.

He's sick.

He let these two actresses stay

at his place while he was recovering.

Didn't know he was

taking in boarders.

Four shots mostly into the walls.

And this one...

Rider never dismounted.

Well, how do you know that?

Shots look pretty well scattered.

Could've been two shooters

and they fled away real quick.

Grab the other end of this.

Number one.

Number two.

Number three.

Number four?

Number four.

Ricochet.

Looks like fate played his part.

One gun, one rider on horseback.

Clever work, Wyatt.

I do believe you're right.

My father, he was a constable

back in Monmouth, Illinois.

He went on to fight

when the time came.

Wasn't around that much after that.

Been a lawman since I was 16.

My father leaving taught me

about doing the right thing...

...even when others don't.

I promised I would protect those

who couldn't protect themselves...

...women, children,

and make it right when they are not.

Caulk marks.

Unique enough to track them.

Any thoughts on the kind of pony?

Two horses.

This impression's deep.

One was a large breed.

The other, I'm not sure.

.44 Winchester Centerfire.

One was a lookout

and ran off in this direction.

South.

Anyone see anything?

Marshal?

Marshal, Spike Kenedy was around.

Spike.

His brother Sam too.

Mad on account of mayor

throwing them out of The Alhambra.

Swore they'd cut down Kelly

for interfering.

Interfering?

Happened yesterday.

Spike planned to rob the new

Wells centre. Kelly overheard.

Throwed them out

before he got sick.

- Ain't gonna let him get away.

- I'll ask Hinkle for a warrant.

Yeah, and I'll get word to Bat. Meet me

back here as soon as you can.

Oh, and put two men

on Mayor Kelly's room, will you?

Will do.

Here he comes.

- So?

- Kelly's alive.

Impossible.

Mayor was in the hospital.

Had some actresses in his house.

- What actresses?

- One of them Dora Hand?

- That's the name.

- Damn, Spike.

Look, boys, the marshal's

putting a posse together.

That'll be Earp and Bassett.

- Wyatt Earp.

- We gotta go.

Now!

Come on.

Let go or I swear I'll kill you.

Wyatt, he broke my thumb.

Tell him to let go.

Wyatt, he broke my thumb.

Bat Masterson, you causing trouble

with my sheriff?

- Sheriff? Son of a...

- I wouldn't dream of it, Marshal Earp.

This gentleman wouldn't

take care of his tab at the saloon.

- I paid my tab, Wyatt. I did, I paid it.

- Yeah, right.

Now, you pay that pretty lady.

Now, what's this I hear about

an emergency town meeting?

Well, thank you, Bat.

I'll tell you along the way.

Wyatt, Charlie, what's going on?

What's this I hear about

you boys putting together a posse?

We need a warrant

for the arrest of Spike Kenedy.

- Denied.

- If he gets out of Kansas...

- ...he may well escape justice.

- Request denied.

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