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 ♪♪
- The m*rder of Nate Strathearn,
a relative and a U.S. marshal
brought to Wyatt Earp
a personal challenge.
Later on in his career, men
nearer and dearer to Wyatt
were to be k*lled or wounded.
But not since the slaying
of his friend Mr. Brother,
had Wyatt been so
emotionally involved.
It did not make
for clear thinking.
- The family will blame me.
Lettin' cousin Nate go alone
into that hoodlum camp.
I know that Circle
Diamond outfit.
They never drive here.
Enough K*llers in that outfit
that any honest peace officer
would fill his jail with 'em.
- Take it easy, Wy--
- Easy?
- I read that telegram too.
All it said is that the man
who done it left Mobity
ridin' a horse with
a Circle Diamond brand.
- Well, you didn't
read this one.
Hec Thomas.
He's a marshal
from Oklahoma Territory.
I trust him as much as I
do Tillman or Masterson.
Read it.
- Well, all he says is that the
Circle Diamond is a-drivin'
in the Mobity neighbourhood.
- Well, that's enough for me.
- To do what?
- I aim to hire on to
the Circle Diamond outfit.
As a saddle tramp.
The man who got cousin Nate
belongs to the Circle Diamond
outfit, and I intend to get him.
- You ain't usin'
your head now, Wyatt.
- Oh? You got a better idea?
- Any idea'd be an
improvement over yours.
Let me try this job.
- Why?
- Well, to commence with,
nobody'd spot me.
And to end with,
I've been a cowhand.
- Well, I can do anything
a member of the Circle
Diamond outfit can do.
Thank you just the
same, Mr. Gibbs.
- Well, let me go
with you then.
- No, sir.
You and that shotgun got to stay
here and keep the lid on.
- All right, but take an hour
to think this over, will ya?
I've drove with
them Texas outfits.
If somebody don't recognize
you the first day,
they'll work you to
death in a week.
- One hour.
It'll take me that long
to get my gear together.
You're in charge
here, partner.
I'm headin' for north Texas.
Goin' back to
Heaven, Mr. Gibbs.
- When they're on a drive,
they don't even take
time to bury a cowhand.
[ g*nshots ]
[ g*nshots ]
- Hey!
- Hold your fire!
- Now what's goin' on here?
- Couple of them blasted
Circle Diamond riders.
They don't want us crossin' in
front of their cattle drive.
They started bushwhackin' us!
Who are you, mister?
- Just a cowhand
lookin' for work.
- Hmm! The Circle Diamond
will be short a couple
of waddies real soon.
- Well, you boys ain't gonna
get very far with that wagon
sh**t' at a lot of
men from a big outfit.
You'd better just cool off
and let me have a
little talk with 'em.
- Stranger wants to pow-wow.
Hold your fire.
- You're a Johnny Law?
- Oh, just visitin'.
From Alabama.
- Well, they started at 'Bama.
We asked them polite-like to
take the Red River Trail.
Them freighters has
always got somethin'
stickin' out of the
side of their wagon
that'll spook a herd.
- Well, there's
of them. Two of you.
Appears like you
lost your temper.
Hey!
What's wrong with
the Red River Trail?
- It's flooded out
miles north.
- Oh.
You fellas know that?
- I don't reckon we did.
- You'd better ride back and
tell your boss about it.
Hey, the ferry's still
runnin' at the Ben.
Crossed on it at sun-up.
- Yeah.
I guess it would be smart
to point for the Ben.
You have any objection to that?
- No, sir.
We're scouting the herd.
That's our job.
- Ah. No harm done.
Thanks, fella.
- So long.
- Hold up, 'Bama.
You lookin' for work?
- Well, come to think of it,
my grub is runnin' a might low.
- I wonder if Corkill
would hire him on?
Why don't you ride back
with us and find out?
- That might be a
good idea at that.
I'll get my horse.
- We'll get ours.
Well, how about that?
- Now the blasted river's
flooded on us.
What a drive!
Herd's spread
out for miles.
The front rider just now
tells me about the river,
and them tail-end charlies
lost out in the brush.
I'm gonna get tough, Sam. Nobody
sleeps 'til that herd closes up.
They eat in the saddle!
They'll act like drivers
or I'm gonna bust
a couple of jaws!
Now you tell 'em that, Sam.
- Yes sir, Mr. Corkill.
- Cookie, make up trail
rations, and don't take all day.
- Not a chance!
I need help!
- Hey, you.
Ain't you the fella Ring
and Saunders brought in?
- Yes, sir.
I could sure use a job.
- Well, you got one.
Go help Cookie.
- Well, Mr. Corkill, I'm a
cowhand. I never figured--
- You help Cookie. We'll find
out later if you're a cowhand.
- Come on, you tramp. Get these
sandwiches wrapped up.
We ain't got all
day. Hurry up!
- If you're so good at it,
mister, you wrap 'em.
- You give me any more sass and
I'll stick a knife in your ribs!
- You been raw at me for
a couple hours now.
Usually when a fella
threatens to knife me...
I slap him around a little bit.
- Oh, you do, huh?
- No more yappin' at me!
- Hey, what are you
doin' to Cookie?
- Take your hands
off me, mister!
- I'll fix him!
- Just put the knife down!
Cookie threatened
to cut ya?
- He tried it.
- Well, you ought to know you
got to be patient with cooks.
- Not when they thr*aten
me with a knife.
- Then you can get
out of this outfit.
Or you can ride
tail-end charlie.
- I told you Mr. Corkill.
I'm a cowhand.
- No tail-end charlie
for you, huh?
- I didn't say that,
Mr. Corkill.
I'll make a hand for you
wherever you want me.
- What's your name?
- Jimmy Jones.
Nickname, 'Bama.
- Fine, 'Bama. I need anything
that can ride a horse.
You mosey south to the
tail end of the herd.
Report to Jumbo.
You'll find him, Red and Turk
there in the dust somewhere.
- Yes, sir.
- $ a month, and grub.
As long as you last.
- I'll last.
- Might as well tell you that
Jumbo and them others
are about the meanest bunch of
scum you'll find on the trail.
- Most tail-end charlies are
pretty mean, ain't they?
- Not like these boys, no.
The only reason I
keep 'em eatin' dirt
is because none of my flankers
or lead men will work with 'em.
You any good with a g*n?
- Fairly good.
- Take care of yourself.
♪♪ The miner dies for gold,
the nester dies for land ♪
♪ But what have we got to
die for on the trail? ♪
♪ The biggest fool of
all is an old cowhand ♪♪
- Hold it!
Your name Jumbo?
- No, it ain't.
You'll find him back yonder.
- Your name Jumbo?
- Yeah.
- Corkill said I should
report to you.
- You're reportin'.
- My name's Jones.
Nickname, 'Bama.
- That there is a sticker. You
got a slicer in your saddlebag?
- Recollect I have.
- Get it.
- Looks like a throwin' knife.
- Yeah, it could be.
Yours is a lot better
for slicin' beef,
I'll tell you that.
Hand me that bread
there, will ya?
Five days old and moldy.
That's the way Tim Corkill
treats us though.
- Yeah, he acted kind of
like he didn't like you.
- Oh, he thinks he's
a poker player.
Me and Turk and Red, we cleaned
out the last big game.
We'll eat later.
Them buffalo-wallers are
just full of mavericks.
You know, 'Bama?
You ain't sweaty
enough or dirty enough.
We'll fix that.
- You know, I'll bet Corkill
did send us some grub.
- How you mean, Red?
- This is mighty
odd, this greener.
He arrives in here
straight from camp
and he ain't even got a
pound of coffee with him.
- Hey, that's right.
- Meanin' you think I stole it?
- Turk, take a look
in his saddlebags.
- Hold it.
You go take a look, mister.
- If that's the
way you want it.
- Now you can go get it.
- Turn him loose.
- Go ahead.
You had oughtn't be
wearin' a g*n, Turk.
- Blast him, Red!
- Move and I'll crease
your skull real deep.
- That's enough, 'Bama.
Now you can whim 'em with fists
and g*ns. They both know it.
Now you sit down
somewhere and cool off.
We got a long night ahead of us.
- I ain't a greener, Jumbo.
And I ain't a thief either.
- Apologize to 'Bama.
Both of you!
- Sorry.
- You.
- Yeah, sorry.
- All right.
- That's enough time for
grub. Let's move out.
- Ya!
- Hey!
- I guess we got most of
them back to the herd.
Better go back and
join Red and Turk, huh?
- All right.
[ g*nsh*t ]
- I'm hit! Get him!
It's just my shoulder.
That was Corkill, get after him.
- You're bleedin' too bad.
Lie back down there.
- Ah!
- let me get a
tourniquet on this.
And I'll get you
over to the shade.
Here, drink some of it.
U.S. Marshal cousin of mine
was k*lled in Mobity
with a knife like this.
You know anything about it?
- Ain't my knife.
Won it in a poker game.
Some fella went broke and threw
it in instead of a $ ante.
- You didn't see who?
- No. It could
have been anybody.
Could have been Turk. Or it
could have been Corkill.
- Why Corkill?
- You're Johnny
Law, ain't ya?
- Yeah.
- It figured.
Corkill knew that Red and
Turk wouldn't say anything,
so he took a shot at me.
- Corkill does a little mail and
stagecoach robbing on the side?
- Now I told you he's
a rotten poker player.
Every once in a while he
comes up with new bankroll.
I'm going after Corkill.
- No.
- Huh?
- I want a showdown with
the others first.
- Oh, you're wasting
your time, Marshal Earp.
- How did you know my name?
- I saw you in Wichita,
year before last.
- Corkill know who I am?
- Well yeah. He was there
in Wichita with me.
- Why didn't he just bushwhack
me and get it over with?
- He figures he can
get you some other time.
But he wants to scare
off Red and Turk.
That's why he
took a shot at me.
- Truth?
- What else?
I could have shot you in
the back a dozen times.
- Why didn't you?
- I don't like Corkill.
- All right.
Now when we meet up with Red and
Turk, you let me to the talking.
- You want to do all
the fightin' too?
- No, you got a good arm,
you got a . .
- Thanks.
- Let's go.
- Here.
[ Horse neighing ]
- Where you been?
The herd's gained
two miles on us.
- Somebody took a
shot at Jumbo.
- Did you see the skunk?
- No.
- Well, if it's rustlers, we'd
better close up on the herd.
- Yeah, and then we'll have
the flank riders to help us.
This ain't no place
to be makin' a fight.
- Well, it's as good as any.
Now you climb down off your
horses and watch your hands.
- Who is this 'Bama?
- Go on, get off your horses!
Stand right up
there, gentlemen.
Turn around.
All right, I want some
answers and I want 'em quick
Jumbo says he won this
knife in a poker game.
You ever see it before?
- No.
- I get it. You're
a Johnny Law!
- Can you throw a knife?
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Keep 'em covered.
Now I want you to back off.
And I want you to throw
this sticker at me.
'Cause I'm gonna be startin'
this one your way, mister.
- Now, wait. He can
throw a knife.
- I never throwed
at nobody!
- You're lying, Turk.
- All right, Red.
Let's start with you.
What about Corkill
and mail robbery?
- You ask Corkill.
- You're wasting time.
They ain't gonna talk.
- All right, Turk.
Turn around.
Put your hands behind you,
and back up here.
Throw me that rope, Jumbo.
- Here.
- Ah... When the two of you
start walking in any direction,
I don't think Corkill
will let you get too far.
- We ain't scared.
- No, Corkill knows us.
- Yeah, and he knew Jumbo.
But he took a shot at him.
Now you start
walkin' and thinkin'.
- 'Bama, you figure Corkill's
gonna raise to the bait?
- Well, if he don't, maybe
they'll decide to talk.
We'll ride off in the brush
and keep 'em in sight.
Here, let me have the reins.
You got enough to
do with one arm.
- Yeah. Thank you.
- Hey, Lassiter!
Lassiter!
Cookie, where's Lassiter?
- He's over by the river.
- Where's Sam, then?
- He's under the
table sleepin'.
- Hey Sam! Come on, wake up!
Get out of there!
- Just napping
a second, boss.
- Take men and go out and
relieve them tail-end charlies.
Tell Jumbo and the others to
report back here on the double.
- They're doing
all right back there.
- I got a better job for 'em.
They're gonna lead
across the river.
- Not today. Old Red's
full from bank to bank.
Nobody can cross
that river and live.
- They can and will.
Go on, get goin'.
- Yes, sir.
- See if we can get
these ropes loose.
- Listen, that Johnny Law's
just tryin' to break our nerve.
Corkill won't try bushwhackin'
us so close to the other boys.
- He tried it on Jumbo.
- Well, we ain't Jumbo.
- I don't know, Red.
That Mobity k*lling was stupid.
Look, we're easy
marks out there.
Let's stay down
here in the draw.
- You help yourself.
I'm following the herd.
- It ain't gonna work.
Corkill's too smart.
- How close is the herd?
- Oh, about a
half-mile ahead.
There's two stragglers
right over there.
- Let's close up.
[ Horse neighing ]
- Corkill and others!
- I guess it is Corkill.
They're moving around
slow and huntin'.
- Well, you can stay here
and get yourself shot
and not even buried.
I'm going to give myself up.
- No, wait. Don't be a fool!
Wait!
- Johnny Law and Jumbo!
I'll talk! I'll talk!
Johnny Law and Jumbo!
I'll talk! I'll talk!
- All right, you hold 'em here.
I'll go see if that is Corkill.
- Watch yourself.
- Where's the rest
of you, 'Bama?
- Red and Turk are in
the draw yonder there.
Huntin' for dogies.
Jumbo's over there
somewhere. What's up?
- Corkill wants
you back in camp.
But if I was you, 'Bama,
I'd just head south
and keep on ridin'.
- Why?
- Corkill aims to send
you across the river.
It's feet deep
and yards wide.
- Oh?
I reckon we can make it.
I'll go round up the others.
- Well, it ain't
our day to drown.
Come on, let's move.
- Where's Jumbo?
- He lit out.
- Where?
- That way. Towards camp.
Was that Corkill?
- No, just our relief.
Corkill wants us
back in camp.
- Why you yellow-bellied skunk!
I told you so!
- Corkill still loves us.
We're gonna drive the herd
across the Red River.
- No bushwhackin',
just a nice drownin'.
We made a deal when we
told you about Mobity.
That still hold?
- Right.
- Well then, let's move!
- Lift 'em, Earp!
I figured you might bark
at the river crossin'.
Well, you're gonna
cross the big river.
Along with Jumbo.
[ g*nsh*t ]
- I went back to camp
to try and k*ll him,
but he made it easy for me.
'Bama, how are you gonna square
me for sh**t' Corkill?
- Well, he m*rder*d my cousin,
and tried to m*rder me.
Officially, you came to the
assistance of a peace officer.
- Well now, do you have to
say I helped a Johnny Law?
I'd never live down
a thing like that.
- Well, all right.
Just hang instead.
- Well, disgrace and all,
I'd rather live.
- Well, thank you, Jumbo.
You just saved the
state of Kansas $ .
The price of hanging and burial.
- That's good, tough thinkin'.
You know, it's a shame
you went straight.
You'd have made the orneriest
hoodlum that ever lived.
- Thank you, sir.
Now, let's move.
Come on!
♪♪ 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 ♪