Wyatt Earp Page #9

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See if the two Jacks

will take a ride with us.

You're still a marshal around here,

ain't you?

Sure. But now he's gonna be

a marshal and an outlaw.

The best of both worlds, son.

I missed you.

I want you to go home to your folks

in San Francisco.

When I can, I'll come and get you.

When will that be?

I have some men I have to see.

I don't know where that'll take me.

I'll be expecting you every day.

-I'm broke. You know that.

-lt doesn't matter.

There's nothing left to hold you here.

There's....

I was gonna say my family.

I'll be your family, Wyatt.

I'll give you children.

We'll make our own place

where no one will find us.

And I won't die on you.

I swear it.

You were right, Josie.

We stayed too long.

You couldn't have been

trying to arrest him.

Not with close to 20 bullet holes

in his body.

No, I wasn't trying to arrest him.

I don't know what to say to that.

This is my will, John.

I've named you as executor.

Not that there's much left.

This is not a jungle, Wyatt.

-We have laws.

-Yes, we do.

If those men think they can hide

behind those laws...

then they've missed their guess.

Goodbye, John.

I want to see you.

Johnny, you're not careful,

you'll see me once too often.

Looking for Pete Spence.

He no here. Go to Tombstone.

How about the one

they call lndian Charlie?

Something bothering you?

What makes you so sure

Ringo, Spence, and Curly Bill...

are with this pack we're trailing now?

-They're up here all right.

-How do you know?

-That's what Texas Jack's friend told me.

-Maybe he's wrong.

Maybe it's just a bunch of

ordinary rustlers out about their business.

You gonna shoot all of them, too?

You're free to take off whenever you want.

Go to hell.

You can't get what you want, Wyatt.

You can't kill them all.

Look, I'm dead anyway.

So if you want to go out

in a blaze of glory...

I'm with you.

But if you want to live....

What do you want me to do,

forget about it?

Just wait.

Get out of Arizona for a while.

Make them think it's over.

Then we'll come back later.

We'll pick them off one at a time.

You need to go to Colorado.

One of those sanitariums

in the mountains.

I'll go...

if you'll take me.

You've been a good friend to me, Doc.

Shut up.

Johnny Ringo!

Wyatt, let's get out of here!

Show me where our gold is, Wyatt.

Point it out.

Right there.

That doesn't look so tough.

No, I imagine we can pick most of it up

in just a day's excursion out of Nome.

The problem will be

lugging it back to town.

What are we gonna do with all our money?

We'll buy you a new suit.

You could use one.

Excuse me. I'm sorry to bother,

but are you by any chance Wyatt Earp?

My name's Francis O'Rourke.

I believe you saved my uncle's life

one time in Tombstone, Arizona.

That's the story my father told us

many times. Believe me.

-This is my wife, Josie.

-It's an honor, ma'am.

I'm afraid my husband

has saved so many lives.

It's hard for him to keep track of them all.

You'd remember this if the story's true.

My uncle's name was Tommy O'Rourke.

They called him Tommy Behind-the-Deuce.

I thought so.

I guess my father's story is true.

He said my uncle killed a mining man

named Schneider in a card game.

This Schneider fellow was very popular,

and pretty soon a lynch mob had formed.

They were coming down to jail

to take Tommy out and string him up,

Marshal Earp, give me a gun!

For God's sake, let me protect myself!

If I hear one more sound out of you,

I'm gonna help them do it.

It seems your brothers were off...

collecting renegade lndians

in another town.

You were all alone,

They were shouting

that they ought to shoot you...

and take Tommy with them.

Finally, when they quieted down, you said;

Nice mob you got here.

-I said, we want Tommy O'Rourke!

-Yeah!

Get set for disappointment,

'cause you're not gonna get him.

-He killed one of my men.

-He killed a man!

He'll stand trial for that.

You arrogant son of a b*tch.

You think you can stop all of us?

You boys can get me.

That won't be any problem

with all the guns you got here.

But I'm taking 10 or 12 of you with me.

Starting with you, Dick Gird.

And you, McGee.

Maybe you, too, Harvey.

So if any of you want Tommy...

and you want me...

come up front with these brave men.

We'll all go together.

Anyway, that's what my father told us.

What happened to your Uncle Tommy?

He was shot dead up at Omaha in '87.

Guess he wasn't worth saving.

Anyway, it's an honor, Mr. Earp, sir.

Ma'am.

Some people say

it didn't happen that way.

Never mind them, Wyatt.

It happened that way.

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