The Life and Legend
of Wyatt Earp
♪♪ Wyatt Earp
Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪♪
- Marshal Wyatt Earp had caught
of the notorious
Dry Gulchers
who m*rder*d his Indian
friend Mr. Brother.
But the other two, Sam Wilson
and Rufe Prentice,
had escaped across
the Kansas line
to a hide-out in north Texas.
Wyatt now faced the problem of
capturing these crafty fugitives
and bringing them to justice.
- Marshal Earp, what's the
charge against these men?
- They m*rder*d Mr. Brother,
tried to k*ll Mr. Cousin.
- Prove it.
- Silence!
In the absence of
the district attorney,
this court will
hear such evidence
as you can now
present, Mr. Earp.
- Mr. Cousin, will you
please take the stand?
- Do you swear to tell the
truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth?
- Now, Mr. Cousin, you and Mr.
Brother were ambushed by men
on the trail south of
Dodge one week ago today.
Is that correct?
- True.
- Do you recognize
any of the men
as being here in
the courtroom?
- Yes. Him.
- Your honor, this
is Mr. Richard Averill.
Did you see him at the ambush?
- No.
I only recognize
Mr. Averill and another man.
Close enough
to remember faces.
- Well, that lets me
out then, don't it?
- Sit down!
- Your honor, I have
here an affidavit.
From Lt. Gerald Mathey,
nd United States Cavalry.
The Lieutenant was with
me and Sheriff Masterson
in the city jail when
Dade here accused Averill
of being one
of the Gulchers.
Averill had just
att*cked Dade
and was trying to
choke him to death.
Your honor, I ask the
court to affirm the charge
of m*rder in the
first degree,
and to hold these
men without bond.
- I didn't admit to nothin'.
You can't prove!
- Silence!
Richard Averill and Will Dade
are hereby remanded
to the custody of Marshal Earp.
You are formally
charged by this court
with m*rder in the first degree
and will not be
admitted to bail.
Court's adjourned.
- Let's go.
- Why all the foolin' around?
I favor trying Dade and
Averill and hangin' 'em.
- I will send for Young Wolf
to watch them die.
- No.
We haven't caught
Wilson and Prentice yet.
Four, Mr. Cousin. Four.
- It might take a long
time to catch the others.
- It could take years.
Texas is a big state.
- Well, Lt. Mathey
gave us a good tip.
Wilson and Prentice are
hiding out near Bracos.
- They got lots
of running room.
- Well, I don't intend
to chase hoodlums
all over the state of
Texas, Mr. Masterson.
- What else?
- Well, we'll take Mr. Averill
with us down to Bracos.
And we'll pass the word
that we're on our way
to turn 'em over
to the Rangers.
I think Wilson and Prentice will
try to rescue their pal.
- With how many g*ns?
- It's too much
risk, Mr. Earp.
They may k*ll you
and turn Averill loose.
- Wyatt, you're losing your
common sense over this thing.
- We won't be alone down there.
I wired Captain Langley
of the Rangers
to meet us with some of his men.
- Well, that's different.
- I do not
trust Rangers.
It's a bad plan.
I'm sorry.
- Mr. Cousin!
- Leave him alone.
[ Door closes ]
He still has pain
from the b*ll*ts.
Don't argue with him.
- Well, he could be right.
What if there's a slip-up and
the Rangers don't meet us?
- Well Mr. Masterson, things
go wrong with the best plans.
If you have a better
one, let's hear it.
- If I had a better one,
you'd have heard it.
- There's no law says you
have to go with me.
- I like Texas!
Hey, don't you have to get
Judge Tobin's permission
on taking Averill?
- Well legally, yeah.
But if I forget to ask him,
he won't have to say no.
We're going to need plenty of
extra bandoleers of amm*nit*on.
Here, start loading.
- Bandoleers?
- That's right.
You've never worked with a
Ranger like Captain Langley.
He and those Johnny Reps
throw lead around so fast,
they run out of amm*nit*on
in the middle of a fight.
Come on, start loading.
- You got no right
exposing me to get shot.
- Oh, we wouldn't do that.
- No, we're going to keep you
alive for a public hanging.
- Hold it.
Give me that.
- Slide down, boys.
Even Rangers need
to rest sometimes.
- You reckon that Earp will
show in Bracos, Captain?
- If Earp says he'll be
someplace, he'll be there.
- It don't seem
right exactly, Captain.
Us workin' with
a Kansas Yankee.
- Nope, it don't.
Matter of fact, my first
impulse was to tell Earp
to go chase his own criminals.
- Why didn't you, Captain?
- Well, Earp shared his
amm*nit*on with me
and Sergeant Rye in that
fight on the Bracos Creek.
And comin' from a Yankee,
that's a mighty rare favor.
But the main reason is,
the state of Texas wants
that Gulcher outfit
almost as bad as Earp.
The Colonel done
sent me a letter
from the governor about it.
Never did read that letter.
Finally lost it somewheres.
But the Colonel gave me the gist
of the Governor's thoughts.
- What we got
against the Gulchers?
- They stole some Texas mail
off a wagon train.
- Texas mail?
Huh.
- Rangers. They're working
too close for comfort.
- Think they're
looking for us, Rufe?
- Could be.
Any of you want
to earn $ ?
- What doin'?
- Dust off them Rangers and
lead 'em east to the bluffs.
- Why don't you
and Sam do that?
- We've got to hand around
the Bracos camp another day.
- Yeah, we're
waiting for a pal.
- It's easy money if you
can lose 'em at the bluffs.
- We can't hit 'em
from here, Rufe.
They're almost
out of range.
- You don't have to hit 'em.
I just want 'em to chase you.
I want to get 'em away from
here. Don't you understand?
- For $ , we understand.
- All right.
Start sh**t'.
- Let's get 'em.
- Here they come. Get going!
- Let's go!
- Come on, Sam. We work
our way back to camp.
- Some men were here.
They headed off
towards the bluffs.
Horses wearing Texas shoes.
- Right. Rangers use cowhand
shoes so they can't be tailed.
- Well, if it was
Captain Langley,
wouldn't go galloping off
without some good reason.
It was the Captain, all right.
The only man I know that smokes
a mixture of Granger Twist
and chewing tobacco.
- Maybe he
jumped the Gulchers.
- You know, you should be
working for the Pinkertons.
- Well, no sense of
going into Bracos
'til we meet up with Langley.
Headed for the bluffs.
He can't be too far away.
- You got no right lining me
in the middle of a g*n fight.
- Shut up. Come on.
[ g*nshots ]
- We got 'em pinned against
them rocks up there.
So press 'em hard,
and if they try to get to
the river, we'll drown 'em.
Roll out at 'em!
- You stay here
and watch him.
- Dadblast it! I run
plum out of cartridges.
- Captain!
- Well, thank you, Marshal.
Here, load this one.
Let me use yours.
That's got a long
barrel on it, ain't it?
- Yep.
Who's up there? Gulchers?
- Don't know.
- How did it start?
- Well, there's of 'em.
They shot at us and then run
for them bluffs up there.
- Captain, Wilson and Prentice
are too smart to do that.
- I will tend to them later.
We don't allow sh**t'
at Texas Rangers.
- They're all holed up
there in the bluffs.
Could take a long
time to flush 'em out.
- Strict orders, Marshal.
No sh**ting at Rangers.
You go along into Bracos.
We'll be in before sundown.
- All right.
But I think you scared
the Gulchers into running.
You come on in as
soon as you can, hear?
- We'll have 'em all k*lled
inside of an hour.
- Captain Langley's trying
to smoke out some hoodlums
that shot at him.
- Why don't we help him?
- Got to get into Bracos.
Those Gulchers might run on us.
- They're probably miles
into Texas by now.
- I sure hope
not, Mr. Averill.
That would be a
long ride for you.
- What happened to
the other boys, Rufe?
- Rangers chased us
and we had to scatter.
- No grief, Danny.
They got away.
Be circling back here
as soon as it's safe.
- How many of you
went into Bracos?
- Just the Cantrell kid.
We sent him after grub.
- Tell the rest of 'em
to stick close to camp.
I don't rest easy with Rangers
even miles off.
- Right. Want
some coffee?
- Sure.
- Give me a rest
from these, will ya?
My hands are numb.
Just for a minute.
- Let 'em stay numb!
You won't be needing hands.
- Keep him covered.
- Thanks.
- All right,
that's long enough.
Now we go inside and eat.
- Don't you want to rub some
talcum powder on baby boy here?
- Mr. Masterson, the law says
that we got to be humane
in the treatment of prisoners.
Come on.
Sit down.
Can we get some food?
- Oh sure!
- These walls
are pretty thin.
- Yeah.
- What's it going to be, gents?
Steak and eggs,
or ham and eggs?
- Steak.
- Ham for me.
- Same.
- How's he gonna cut steak
with them cuffs on?
- We feed him little teensy
bits! Any more questions?
- Oh no, sir.
- We just have to
make a fight here?
- It'll take a while for the
word that Mr. Averill's here
to reach Wilson and Prentice.
If Captain Langley doesn't
show up, we'll mosey along
and find ourself a nice
little bushwhack stand.
We'll let you pick
it out, Averill.
You've had a
lot of experience.
- You men are stupid.
My pals ain't coming for me.
- Then we'll go after them.
- All the way to
the Rio Grande!
- I ain't a bit worried.
- Watch it.
That's close enough.
- Take 'em!
- Hold it, Averill!
Sit down!
- I k*lled mine! Why didn't
you k*ll yours?
He's bleedin' bad.
- I'll take care of him.
Where's the nearest doctor?
- Tempo City.
About miles.
- There's none in Bracos?
- Went back east to .
You-- You ain't still
going to eat, are ya?
- Why not? Go get it!
- Yes, sir.
- These friends of yours?
- Nevermind. We'll get even.
- You try it.
You take off those cuffs and
give him one of your g*ns!
- Mr. Masterson, I think
you're a bit nervous.
You'd better get
yourself a drink.
- You should have
k*lled your man.
What do we do
know? Stay--
- I said get a drink!
- Let him bleed to death.
Saving him won't get you off.
- Mr. Averill, I'm
a bit nervous too.
One more remark out of you and
you're going to lose some teeth!
You got a couch here?
- Yes, sir. There's
one in the back room.
- Give me a hand.
- Yes, sir.
- Ponies and g*ns.
You very much man.
- Where are the others?
We should be starting
for Mr. Earp at Bracos.
- They come soon.
You think it is easy
to jump reservation.
- Hi, Cantrell.
- Hi, boss.
- Get the grub?
- Just saw two
Johnny Laws in town.
They're holding
Averill at the tavern.
- There only of 'em?
- Yeah. I think they aim to
turn him over to the Rangers.
- It'll soon be getting dark.
- Why wait 'til dark?
- Was one of those Johnny Laws
wearing a long-barrelled Colt
on his right leg?
- Yeah. Hung halfway
to the ground.
- Wyatt Earp.
And the other one is
probably Bat Masterson.
- But there's more of us, Rufe.
- We'll play
it smart. Gus!
- Yeah, Rufe?
- Tell Grisham to get
the horses saddled.
- Wyatt, that hoodlum's
going to be all right.
Let's get out of here. This is
no place to make a fight.
- Let's give Captain Langley and
his men a little more time.
- You boys hanging around here
while everybody's gone to Texas.
- I kind of doubt
that, Mr. Averill.
If you thought your
pals had left you,
you wouldn't be
taking things so easy.
- Why do we stop?
- Ponies tired.
My braves tired.
- My friend may
be in trouble!
- We need rest.
What good we be to Mr. Earp, so
tired we cannot sh**t straight?
[ Native language ]
- That place only has rooms:
A bar, kitchen, and
a back room, right?
- Yeah.
- If Earp is still there, he'll
have d*ck in that back room.
- We can't wait any longer.
Let's move out.
- It's about time!
- You go get the horses and
bring them to the back door.
[ g*nshots ]
- They scared the horses!
- Get back inside!
It's a trick!
- They busted in here while
the sh**t' was going on back,
and took your man.
They said anybody come out
the front or the back
in the next minutes,
get their head blowed off.
- Well Mr. Masterson, I should
be real proud of myself
for letting them break in
here and steal my prisoner
right out from
underneath my nose.
- We'll be lucky
to find our horses.
- It's too bad they didn't
take him with them.
- We'd better get
those cuffs off.
- Come on, that
can wait 'til later.
- They're my wrists,
and they're numb!
Anybody get Earp or his pal?
- Ah, it's too bad we
couldn't have taken the time.
But we're not out
of the woods yet.
- Somebody'd better
give me a g*n.
- Here.
- Come on.
We're riding south.
- Ya! Come on!
- Don't say I
didn't tell you.
- Mr. Masterson, I was wrong.
When I'm wrong, nobody can
do a better job of it.
Right now I'm the biggest
fool west of Mississippi.
- I see men!
Might be Gulchers.
- Yes. We spread out.
[ Native language ]
- Injuns!
- Maybe we'd better head
back towards Bracos.
- Sure, and run into Earp
and maybe some Rangers.
- No, we'll fan out and
run right through 'em.
- Right.
- Every man for himself.
[ g*nshots ]
- Up on those rocks!
Good old Captain Langley.
They ran right into them!
- Or somebody.
- Come on!
- We caught these two.
One of them got away.
- My braves trailing him.
- Good.
That's Averill.
Who's this one?
- [Bat]: Must be Sam Wilson.
Prentice is older.
- We hang them. Now.
- I'm sorry, Young Wolf.
Mr. Cousin, will you please
explain again to Young Wolf
that he cannot hang anyone.
The men must be
tried in court.
- You say that
before, Marshal.
- This is second time Young Wolf
have chance at Gulchers.
- Wyatt, the Indians caught 'em.
- I'm not thinking
of the Gulchers.
Captain Langley of
the Texas Rangers,
and of his men are
around here somewhere.
They'll arrest you for jumping
the reservation, Young Wolf.
- What can they do but put my
friends back on reservation?
- If you hang those men,
the law will hang you!
Look, I'm grateful.
You saved me from
losing prisoners
and making a fool of myself.
- Marshal Earp is no fool.
- I'll be worse than a fool
if you hang my prisoners and
get charged with m*rder.
- Wyatt Earp...
[ Native language ]
Masterson, Wyatt...
[ Native language ]
- Young Wolf.
Can I use your
long-sight machine?
Rangers. Look for yourself.
- We could k*ll Rangers.
But white men would
not like that.
No k*ll, no hang.
Our friend is right.
We go back to reservation.
- You have Gulchers now.
They will hang?
- Four will hang, Mr. Cousin.
I gave you my word.
It still goes.
- Your word is good.
- Blast it all, Earp!
Where you been?
- I might ask you the
same question, Captain.
- Had to k*ll two of 'em to get
'em off the top of that ridge.
Took me longer
than I figured.
- They're just worthless
hoodlums, Captain.
- Yeah, that's right.
But they made the mistake of
sh**t' at Texas Rangers.
Where's Rufe Prentice?
- He got away,
but we'll catch him.
- Any idea where?
- No, sir.
- Tell you what, son.
Rufe Prentice is sweet on
Old Man Elliot's daughter.
Runs a cattle-rustlin'
spread called Bar .
You follow the old Ramsay
Trail about miles south.
What about it, boys?
You game to go along
and help these Yankees?
- Reckon so, Captain.
- That won't be
necessary, Captain.
If you'll just
take our prisoners
back to Dodge for us.
- Wyatt, listen!
- Mr. Masterson and I
kind of hanker to
get Prentice ourselves.
- Fair enough.
Who's the Injun?
- This is Mr. Cousin.
He's one of the
best friends I have.
He's also the only state's
witness against the Gulchers.
You look after him
for me, will you?
- Cheyenne, ain't he?
- Yes, sir.
- All right, boys.
Cheyenne were
good rebels.
- See you, Captain.
- Wyatt?
- Yeah?
- Look, out of
should be enough!
Why don't we quit
while we're ahead?
- I said .
♪♪ Well, he cleaned up
the country ♪
♪ The old Wild West country ♪
♪ He made law
and order prevail ♪
♪ And none can deny it,
the legend of Wyatt ♪
♪ Forever will live
on the trail ♪
♪ Oh, Wyatt Earp,
Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪
♪ Long may his story ♪
♪ Be ♪
♪ Told ♪