Frontier Marshal

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"ALL YOU'LL FND IS YOUR TOMBSTONE",

THEY TOLD ED SCEFFELIN, IN 1877,...

WHEN THE WENT PROSPECTNG NTO...

THE SAVAGE APACHE MASAS OF SAOUTHERN

ARZONA...

INSTEAD, SCHIEFFELIN UNCOVERED

A LODE OF SILVER,...

FABULUOS IN ITS RICHNESS....

HS STRIKE STARTED...

ONE ON THE MOST TURBULENT STAMPEDE

IN MINING HISTORY...

A MAUSHROOM METROPOLIS SPRANG

UP OVER NIGHT.

STAR MEN'S WEAR

LOTS FOR SALE:

ROYAL IMPERIAL BAR'DA

WHISKEY $ 1.00 FOR 3 FINGERS

Hurry, Doc! Hurry!

- What is it, a baby or a shooting?

- A baby!

OPEN FOR BUSINESS.

Don't forget the grand opening

tomorrow night...

of the Bella Union.

Pretty girls.

Sweet singers of southern song.

Hello, Carter.

I see you're opening up here.

Yep. They run me out of Lordsburg.

Well, boys, in a couple of hours, you'll

be buying your drinks across that bar...

at the Palace of Pleasure.

AND THUS WAS BORN THE APPROPRIATELLY

NAMED CITY OF TOMBSTONE.

Listen to this, Eddie.

"Yesterday, Big Nose Jackson

was buried in Boot Hill.

"He was shot to death

by an unknown party.

"Joe Triplett, who officiates

as coroner...

"when not busy in the assay office,

rendered the following verdict:

"Body rich in lead...

too badly punctured

to hold whiskey."'

"We are growing rapidly,

but it is getting to be a question...

"whether the city or the cemetery

will be the larger.

"If the city can just keep a few steps ahead

of the burial ground...

"we are bound to become the most

flourishing camp in the Southwest.

Watch us grow."

PALACE OF PLEASURE

THE BELLA UNION:

- Hiya, boss.

- Hi.

Been eatin' dust for 10 hours.

- Got anything to drink in there?

- A drop or two.

You stay with the horses, Charlie.

Can't let Charlie drink.

Sees little bugs.

We'll send you out some agua.

Agua.

- Have any trouble, Curly?

- Nope. Got the stage comin' through the pass.

Driver handed over the money

like it was a real pleasure.

- How are things around here?

- Not so good.

Bella Union getting all the play, eh?

Yeah. Jerry and those girls from Chicago

are drawin' 'em in like flies.

Sure doin' a land office business

over there.

- Hey, maybe we can do something about it.

- What do you mean?

Charlie.

- For me?

- Sure. Take a big swig.

- More?

- Take all you want.

Rock-a-bye, baby

in the treetop

When the wind blows

the cradle will rock

Out of the way!

Come on.

What's the trouble?

Indian Charlie.

He-He's killed Plush Sullivan.

Maybe some more folks by this time.

He's a-tearin' our place up.

- Go over and get him, Marshal.

- Not me, Mr. Henderson. I aim to live a while.

- What's that?

- I'm not gonna walk over there

and get my head blown off.

Mr. Marshal, as mayor of Tombstone,

I order you to arrest him.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mayor,

but I got a wife and kids.

And Charlie ain't the kind

that you can arrest when he's rampaging.

Why, I wouldn't have a chance. He'd fill me full

of lead before I got halfway through that door.

- Oh, so you won't do it?

- A nice lot of law you got here.

- Who said that?

- I did.

- Who are you?

- Just a visitor tryin' to get some sleep.

But how can I with all this whoopin'

and a-yellin' and a-shootin'?

What kinda town you got here?

A drunk goes loco with a gun and...

- Oh, you talk too much.

- Maybe, but if it was any of my business...

I'd go across there and pull

that tinhorn out by the heels.

- Oh, you would, would you?

- If it was any of my business.

Yes? Well, you come down here,

and I'll make it your business.

I'm deputizing you as marshal.

IMPERIAL HOTEL ROYAL

Go on.

Drag him out by the heels.

All right.

Lend me a gun?

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