Tombstone Page #4

Since when is faro

a business?

- Didn't you always say that

gambling's an honest trade?

- No.

I said poker's an honest trade.

Only suckers buck the tiger's

odds all on the house.

Depends on how you look at it.

I mean, it's not like anybody's

puttin' a gun to their head.

That's what I love about Wyatt.

He can talk himself into anything.

Oh. Johnny, I apologize.

I forgot you were there.

You may go now.

Just leave that shotgun.

Leave it.

Thank you.

Sheriff Behan!

- Gentlemen!

- Sheriff,

- have you met Doc Holliday?

- Piss on you, Wyatt.

Mr. Holliday.

Forgive me

if I don't shake hands.

- So, how's our little town suit you?

- Fine. Fine.

You know, I was thinking, what this town

could really use is a racetrack.

Really? That's not a bad idea.

Send a signal we're growin' up.

Way ahead of yourselves,

aren't you, boys? This

is just another mining camp.

Have you seen how everyone dresses?

Awful tony for a mining camp.

No sir, the die is cast.

We are growin'.

- Be as big as San Francisco in

a few years, and just as sophisticated.

- You son-of-a-b*tch!

Easy, gents!

It's a private affair!

- Don't raise that iron.

I'm gonna have to...

- I'll kill you, you cheap son-of-a...

Very cosmopolitan.

I know him.

That's Creek Johnson.

Wyatt? Doc?

- Jack.

- What do you say, old friend?

What the hell's that

all about, Creek?

- He crawfished a bet

and called me a liar.

- Sheriff,

may I present a pair

of fellow sophisticates:

Turkey Creek Jack Johnson,

Texas Jack Vermillion.

Watch your ear, Creek.

- Afraid I'll have to have those guns.

- It was a fair fight.

- We was legal.

- I'm sorry, boys. I gotta

take 'em before Judge Spicer.

Hand 'em over.

Law and order every time,

that's us.

- Ha!

Whoa!

I'm frightfully thirsty.

Well, we made it.

Sheriff,

what kinda town is this?

Nice scenery.

Well,

an enchanted moment.

Interesting little scene. I wonder

who that tall drink of water is.

My dear, you have set your gaze

upon the quintessential frontier type.

Note the lean silhouette, eyes closed

by the sun; they're sharp as a hawk.

He's got the look of

both predator... and prey.

I want one.

Happy hunting.

- Hey, sister boy, gimme some!

- Gimme, gimme, gimme!

- Leave him alone, Barnes!

Billy, sit with me.

This is so much fun. We haven't

been to the show in six years.

I hope they're good.

- Wyatt?

- Oh, sorry.

Darlin', you know the Earps.

Kate, how you been?

Mattie, hmm, ravishin'.

Doc.

Wyatt, I'd like ya

to meet Mayor Clum and his wife.

- Mr. Earp.

Your reputation precedes you.

- Mayor.

- I was wondering if you might be...

- Not a prayer. Nice meetin' you.

Professor Gillman? Oh, I seen him

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