Wyatt Earp

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They just moved out of the O.K. Corral

down by Fly's.

Looks like lke and Billy Clanton...

the McLaurys, Billy Claiborne.

Maybe more.

Let's go.

Morgan, take care of Mama for me.

Keep your little brother out of trouble.

Warren, I won't be seeing you for a while.

Where you headed, Wyatt?

Nowheres.

-I thought you went to Logan.

-I changed my mind.

Where you going, son?

To town. I'm going to enlist, Pa.

I want to fight the Rebs

with James and Virg.

-I'm ready.

-Are you?

You think your ma's ready?

I don't think she is.

Why'd you wait till I left

to take off, Wyatt...

if you think it's the right thing?

Virgil and James should be

coming on home any day soon now.

Until they do, you know your job.

What was that? I didn't hear you.

Eighty acres of corn.

You take on a job, you finish it.

Any man who can't be depended on steady

isn't worth the trouble of having around.

What makes you think

they're coming home soon, Pa?

This war can't last forever.

Besides, it's what I want to happen.

You know I got to whup you a bit.

Come on, Johnny Reb.

Virgil?

Look who got long and tall.

We didn't know you was coming.

Why didn't you send word?

We didn't know ourselves,

so then we thought we'd just come on.

Is James coming, too?

James is right here with me, Wyatt.

Don't shoot me now, you hear?

James.

-James, welcome home.

-Give us a hand here.

Thank you, Lord.

Your mother thinks

there's something wrong with me.

She says there's something in my blood

that won't allow me to stay put.

She may be right.

If she's lucky,

I haven't passed it on to you.

We'll see.

But for this family,

the time has come to move on again.

To the west of here

is a vast expanse of untamed territory...

full of wild lndians and countless dangers.

But beyond that wilderness

lies a land with great promise...

where civilization has flourished

for hundreds of years.

We'll go to California

and see what we can make of that place.

But why, Pa?

There are opportunities for lawyers...

and rich land available

for people who know how to work.

In California, Wyatt will study the law

and perhaps come to work with me.

Maybe Morgan and Warren

will join our firm.

I've already told Pa that I'm not going.

I wanna see what's available to me here.

-I don't want to go, either.

-Martha's in love with Jimmy Jorgenson.

Good for you, Martha. He's a standup boy.

His family knows what it means

to put down roots.

Martha, if you don't want to go,

that's your decision.

James has said he will join us,

which suits me fine.

The closer you keep your family,

the better.

They're the only ones you can rely on.

Remember this, all of you.

Nothing counts so much as blood.

The rest are just strangers.

Nicholas, I think

you've already told them that.

A hundred times.

-You can't hear it enough.

-I heard it a thousand times.

I heard you, Pa. Blood counts the most.

I just want you to get these things

and get back.

Don't talk to anyone

you don't have business with.

-Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on him.

-That doesn't comfort me, Tom Chapman.

Both of you use your heads.

-Don't linger.

-Don't worry, Ma. We won't shame you.

Giddap.

See you later. Nice pitchfork.

-I like this town, Wyatt.

-Why don't you give up?

Excuse me.

I am not going in there.

Take a look, though.

Come on! Go ahead!

Stand back!

I'll settle this right now!

How you doing, Wyatt?

I'm okay, Pa.

You know, this land is full of people

doing wicked things to each other.

I ain't afraid. I like it out here.

I like how nothing much has been touched.

I got to tell you something, Wyatt.

I told your brothers

when they went off to fight...

and I suppose the time's come for you.

You know I'm a man

that believes in the law.

After your family, it's about the only thing

you got to believe in.

But there are plenty of men

who don't care about the law.

Men who'll take part in all kinds of

viciousness and don't care who gets hurt.

In fact, the more they get hurt, the better.

When you find yourself in a fight

with such viciousness...

hit first if you can.

And when you do hit, hit to kill.

You'll know. Don't worry.

You'll know when it comes to that.

The Earps always know.

Damn it, Wyatt, move this wagon!

They're catching up!

-This is all we got, Dutch!

-Whip those nags!

Giddap! Come on!

Hold on, Dutch!

-They're on us!

-Shoot the horse.

-What?

-Shoot the lead horse!

You can hit a horse, can't you?

Come on, boys.

That horse never done nothing to me.

You should be riding shotgun.

I've seen you shoot.

'Course, I can't handle a team like you.

Hell, we made it. That's the thing.

You ever shoot a man, Dutch?

Sure. I shot a few.

How do you think I got this job?

How about yourself?

No.

Hope I never do, either.

Good luck.

If it ain't the sore-ass boys

back for another Fourth of July.

Hey, Red!

I hope you brought sugar in this load.

I ain't had no real sugar for a month.

What's happening in this hellhole, Red?

You got any new ladies

up to my standards?

I believe that there is a new one

just right for you, Dutch.

She can stay awake two minutes at a time

and she favors them teeny little wangers.

Look who's talking.

Prize fight Sunday morning, Wyatt.

You gonna referee?

I don't know. Last time,

some of the boys didn't like the decision.

Sore losers. Hell with them. See you later.

Fight!

Get him, Shanssey!

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