My Darling Clementine Page #2

What would I do if I was in

your boots, Mr. Gambler?

You drew three cards

and I stood pat...

and yet you raised me.

Now the question is,

what should I do?

Yeah, mighty interesting game,

poker. A game of chance.

Listen, miss, I admire poker,

but you're increasing the odds.

- I catch you doing that again, I'll run...

- Listen, Mr. Tin Star Marshal.

This is Doc Holliday's town,

and when he comes back...

Sorry, but I don't like

eight-handed poker deals.

- Mr. Marshal, you don't think that I...

- Oh, no.

- Well, where were we?

- He just raised you, marshal.

Oh, yeah.

Well, seeing as you know

I got three of a kind...

I guess I'll...

How are you, Doc?

Have a good trip?

Doc Holliday.

Nice-looking fella.

Don't let's have trouble.

I told you to get out

of town and stay out.

- Oh, Doc, I'll cut you in on the game...

- I told you to get out of town.

Check me in, will you?

That door's for

ladies and gentlemen.

Go on with your game, gentlemen.

Well, you can cash me in. It's

getting late. I'll see you all later.

This sure is a hard town for a fella

to have a quiet game of poker in.

- Howdy.

- Good evening.

- I'm...

- Wyatt Earp. I know.

I know all about you and

your reason for being here.

I've heard a lot

about you too, Doc.

You left your mark around in

Deadwood, Denver and places.

In fact, a man could almost follow your

trail going from graveyard to graveyard.

There's one here too.

The biggest graveyard

west of the Rockies.

Marshals and I usually get along better

when we understand that right away.

- Get your meaning, Doc.

- Good. Have a drink?

Thanks. Believe I will.

Mac, a glass of champagne

for the marshal.

Make it whiskey.

You're my guest, marshal.

Champagne.

Champagne it is, Mac.

- Plan on staying here long?

- A while.

Till you catch the rustlers

that killed your brother?

- That's the general idea.

- What's the specific idea?

I don't follow you, quite.

You haven't taken it into your

head to deliver us from all evil?

I hadn't thought of it quite like

that. But it ain't a bad idea.

- That's what I'm getting paid for.

- Let's get down to cases, marshal.

I, for instance.

How would you handle me if I

took a notion to break the law?

- You already have.

- For example?

Running that tinhorn out of town.

That's none of your business.

I see we're in opposite

camps, marshal. Draw.

- Can't.

- We can take care of that easily enough.

Mac!

My brother Morg's gun.

The big one, that's Morg.

The other one, that good-looking

fellow, that's my brother Virg.

- This is Doc Holliday, fellas.

- Hiya, Doc.

- Howdy.

- Howdy.

Have a drink.

Don't mind if I do, Doc.

- Join us, Mac.

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