♪♪ Hmm ♪
♪ Wyatt Earp,
Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪
♪ Hmm ♪♪
- Among the friends
who invariably
got Wyatt Earp into
trouble was Ned Buntline,
popular author of dime novels
about the Western frontier.
Mr. Buntline admired Wyatt
to the point of idolatry.
This was a pleasant,
if embarrassing, attitude,
and Wyatt's sense of humor
enabled him to forgive
mild bragging by the writer.
But when Buntline
made Wyatt the hero
of a new yarn entitled
King of the Frontier...
- Good morning,
Mayor Kelly.
- Wyatt, have you seen this?
Have you seen this, now?
- Well, let's see. King of
the Frontier by Ned Buntline.
Buntline sure churns
'em out, doesn't he?
- Yeah, but that's
your picture.
He's made you the hero.
You're King of the Frontier.
- Oh no!
- Yeah, he's got you
bulldogging steers,
he's got you
riding a loco bronc,
winning a horse race
and a chuckwagon race,
and that ain't all!
- Oh, what else
do I do?
- You sh**t it out
with a man at yards.
He uses a r*fle and
you use your Buntline.
[ Chuckling ]
- Oh, well,
who gets k*lled?
- The man with
the Winchester!
You should sue him! He's made
a plumb fool out of you.
And worse than that, you
deliberately k*ll a man.
- Just keep your
shirt on, Mayor Kelly.
Buntline's readers
know him by now.
If any of 'em ask me about it,
I'll swear I didn't do it.
- But--
- Cross my heart!
- "And little did
Tex the k*ller
"realize what
he must face.
"But he had never seen
"the awesome
Buntline Special."
- All right, all right.
- "This w*apon was
more than a match
"for Tex's Winchester
"at any range up
to yards--"
- Mr. Gibbs?
- Oh! yards!
- Look, at first
I thought it was funny,
now I'm getting
a mite riled.
- I don't blame you.
Why don't you see
the feller that wrote it?
- 'Cause it's not
worth the trip east.
- Won't have to go east.
Buntline's over
at the Dodge House.
Just rode into town
with the Lazy Q.
- Speakin' of the devil!
- And a little bit
of breakfast too.
- Right,
boss, right.
- There you are, Miles.
- You're good
company, Ned.
And you sure put
Wyatt Earp on the spot.
- Wyatt? Why, he's a very
dear friend of mine.
As a matter of fact,
as soon as we have a
little spot of breakfast,
I shall go over and
pay him a visit.
- Aw, he ain't as good
as you say he is!
- Now, now, Miles,
you're my host.
I--I came out here to see
a cattle drive firsthand.
But I won't hear
a word against Wyatt.
Everything I wrote about
him is gospel truth.
- Aw, he can't do
half the things
you got him doing
in that book.
- You wanna bet?
- Sure.
- $ , .
- Piker!
- All right, $ , .
- What if Earp
backs down?
- Wyatt is not a man
to evade a challenge.
If he backs down, I'll pay
you the $ , anyway.
- You got a bet!
- Ah!
Well, Wyatt, my friend!
Well, are you a sight
for sore eyes!
- Howdy, Mr. Buntline.
Good to see you.
- Are you still carrying
the Buntline Special?
- You know it!
Best g*n in the West!
- Ha! Say, I'm out here visiting
Miles Breck at the Lazy Q.
You know him,
don't you?
- Sure.
- Come on over and
set a while with us.
You had breakfast?
- Yes, sir.
Thank you.
- Miles, here's the
King himself! Ha!
- King, sit down
and rest yourself.
- Well, thank you, Mr. Breck,
but I haven't got time.
I see, Mr. Buntline, that
everybody's read your new book.
- We just made a little
bet on you, Marshal.
- A bet? Well, I hope
you didn't take any.
- Take any? I took
all of it. $ , !
- You can have the same, Earp.
- Mr. Buntline, I'd like to
speak to you for a few minutes,
when you get finished,
in my office.
- Sure, Wyatt!
[ Chuckling ]
Oh, have you
made a bad bet!
- And you let Breck hornswoggle
you into a sucker bet, huh?
- But why?
You can do all the things
I wrote about in the book!
- Mr. Buntline, I have enough
trouble with this job.
Now, you expect me
to risk my neck
trying to live up to
what you write in a book?
- You're right.
You're absolutely right!
I'll pay off.
- What do you mean, pay off?
- Well, I, um...
I should've consulted with you.
I agreed with him
that if you backed out,
I'd pay him
the $ , anyway.
- Oh no!
Have you got it?
- My dear sir!
Are you implying that
for one moment I would--
Well, I haven't got all of it,
but I think I can get
an advance from my publisher.
- Wait a minute.
You say all I have to do
is beat the Lazy Q outfit
in these cowhand stunts, huh?
- Just what
I wrote in the book!
- All right, I'll try it.
I don't want Miles Breck gettin'
away with something like this.
- No, no! Now,
now, forget it!
I was wrong and
I'm gonna pay off!
- You pay off nothin'!
You tell Breck I'll tackle
his best men on each stunt.
- That's spoken like
the real Wyatt Earp,
the King of the Frontier!
Ha ha!
- The Lazy Q's are a-braggin'
there's been $ , bet on you.
Everything that idiot wrote in
that book you got to make good?
- No, just
the cowhand stunts.
- Can you rope and tie a calf
or bulldog a steer?
- My brothers and I
played around with 'em
back in Illinois.
- How about ridin'
a loco bronc?
- Well, I could get
my neck busted.
Look, Mr. Buntline
cornered me.
If I back out of this
childish nonsense,
all the cowhands'll start
takin' potshots at me.
Won't the men in this
country ever grow up?
- Most of 'em, in time.
But there's one thing that's
already growed up in 'em.
- Yeah?
- Courage, Wyatt.
A man can be back'ards
and stupid out here,
but he's gotta be brave.
- Gormley!
- Earp's gonna sh**t against
a Winchester at yards?
- That's something
Ned forgot,
sort of a surprise
for the finish.
- Earp'd be a fool
to do it, boss,
and Earp sure ain't no fool!
- A man does many foolish
things when he's cornered.
All right, let's get that
herd started for Dodge.
- Just made some fresh
coffee. Want some?
- Right.
- That there is a tame calf
they want you to rope.
Call a foul, and make
'em get a wild 'un.
- No.
- You loading
the dice, Miles?
- He sure is!
A tame calf can dodge
a rope all day long.
- Well, if I can't
think faster than a calf,
I better quit right now.
[ Cheering ]
[ Cheering ]
- Come on...
seconds!
Good boy, Wyatt!
Come on, your
turn, Miles!
- We concede
on the calf.
Hey, Ricky! Get set
for the bulldogging.
- Wonderful, Wyatt!
Did you hear me? sec--
- I heard ya!
[ Cheering ]
- That's a boy, Wyatt!
Hey, hey! Well, would you
like to pay off now?
- Mexico, get aboard
that cayuse!
[ Cayuse neighing ]
[ Cheering ]
- That there's a real
loco bronc, Wyatt.
Stay off him,
you're still ahead.
- I never knew such
ferocious horses existed!
- All right, we'll
call it a tie.
- No. Take the
twitch off him!
- He's gonna paw
and stomp ya!
- Take that bridle off him.
- You've gotta put
him in the chute first!
And what's wrong
with that bridle?
- Horses don't like spade bits.
All right, I'll do it myself.
Here.
Split a horse's
tongue with that.
Mr. Gibbs, get that bucket
of water over there, will you?
- Right.
- Wyatt, you don't--
you don't really mean
to ride that
horse, do you?
- I've called it a tie!
- All right,
let him down.
Let him down.
Come here and
grab this ear.
All right,
that's about it.
That's enough!
All right, hold him.
Hold him.
[ Cheering ]
- He's doing it!
Ha ha!
That a boy,
Wyatt! Ha ha!
- That's all
right, son!
- On the square
now, Wyatt,
did you give that
bucking horse opium?
[ Chuckling ]
- No, sir.
- Well, then how
did you tame him?
- Well, sir, actually, a horse
is not too difficult to tame.
Just about do anything
you ask him to,
if you're patient
with him.
I took the bridle off that
bronc and gave him his head,
and he, uh... well,
it confused him,
so he just decided
to do nothing.
- Well, then
you did tame him?
- No, sir. See, a horse pulls
a buggy or lets you ride him
because that's what
he's trained to do.
He doesn't know
his own strength.
Now, you take that
mule over there.
- You mean Mr. Gibbs' animal,
the one he calls Roscoe?
- Mmm-hmm. Now,
a mule is certainly
just as intelligent
as a horse.
- Yeah, well, now, Roscoe's
tamed and he's obedient.
And he works cheerfully,
I'll bet ya he does!
- Let's ask Mr. Gibbs.
Mr. Gibbs?
- Huh?
Oh, ready in--
ready in a minute, Wyatt.
- I want you to explain
to Mr. Buntline, here,
why Roscoe, there,
works for you.
- Now, he is tame
and loyal, isn't he?
- This mule?
He knows if he don't
work, he don't eat!
He ain't got
much use for me,
but he knows the next
boss might be meaner.
Now, Wyatt's horse, he
don't even know that much!
I've seen him shy
at a piece of paper
and try to run smack
into a barbwire fence.
- [Ned]:
If I told my readers that!
- Time for the race.
I don't think you've ever
driven a chuckwagon,
and I aim to prove
it for $ , .
- Oh, now, why don't
you give up, huh?
- Get it on
the line, Earp.
- Well, at least this
is the last of it.
Now, no more bets,
Mr. Buntline.
- Never again,
Wyatt! I swear!
I'm going down
to the finish line.
Now, good luck!
Good luck to you!
- What's so difficult
about racin' chuckwagons?
- Well, they
ain't balanced.
They turn over
mighty easy.
- Anything else?
- Yeah, you can't
call no fouls.
- You mean Breck's driver
can sideswipe me?
- Well, that's why I put
Roscoe on the near side.
Because he can bump
and he can bite.
- Here. Now, you
watch your temper.
- And you let Roscoe
do the thinkin'.
He ain't been
put in no books,
but he's drug chuckwagons
through lots of races.
- All right, get on your marks!
- Wait a minute! Oh!
- [Both]: Whoa!
- Get set!
- Ready?
HYAH!
- Earp done that on purpose!
- It's that mule!
- Your driver tried
to break Roscoe's leg!
- Now, listen, this
is a race, not a fight!
Now, shut up and race!
Come on, boys! Pull
that wheel over here!
- Why don't you watch
that old mule!
I don't know if
it was him or you!
- You hear that, Roscoe? He's
kind of an ornery fellow!
- Come on! All right,
are you all free?
- Pull the back end
out a little more!
- Come on, boys!
Are you free?
- Yeah!
- All right, go!
- HYAH!
- Whoa! Whoa, Roscoe!
- I've had enough!
I quit! Give me a g*n!
I'll fix that mule!
- You ain't gonna fix nothin'!
You just set down and hush up!
- Mr. Gibbs?
- Yes, sir?
- Take Roscoe and my horse
over to the stable.
- Scared?
- Your man quit, and
he showed good sense!
- Wyatt, technically we could
say that we won this event.
I mean, at least
we didn't lose it!
We, uh-- You quit
first, you know!
Wyatt, they quit first!
- Earp's ahead so far, but
he ain't won the sh**t.
- The sh**t?
- Yeah, don't you
remember your own book?
Here...
It says right here:
"Earp sh**t it out
with his Buntline Special
"against a man with
a Winchester at yards."
- Oh, now, we didn't include
that. That was only--
- Everything you've got Earp
doing in this book's included,
or you pay me an extra $ , .
- Now, Wyatt has already risked
his life to save me money.
Now, I won't ask him
to fight a duel.
- If you feel
that way, $ , !
- All right!
I--I--I can only
raise $ , now.
- I'll take your IOU.
- Don't pay him,
Mr. Buntline.
- He expects Wyatt
to fight a duel
against a man
with a Winchester.
Now, there are
limits, you know!
- Don't pay him. Not until
I talk to Wyatt first.
- No! Now, here's...
Here's $ , . I'll give
you my note for the rest.
- I'm holdin' the stakes
until I talk to Wyatt.
You got any objection?
- No!
All I want Wyatt Earp
to do is to come
with that
Buntline Special.
- And I can hand-load
some cartridges
with more powder
and a heavier b*llet.
I'd bet on ya myself!
- Well, I don't
understand, Mr. Gibbs.
You said it was
nonsense at the start.
- Well, I...
I kind of underestimated you
a mite on them cowhand stunts.
- Well, sh**t' at a man
is a lot different
than bulldoggin' a steer.
- Well, I can
tell ya one thing.
You're gonna have to do it,
or k*ll several men to
save your reputation!
Take that Buntline Special.
You ever think about how
many men are scared of it?
Take my shotgun over there.
I'm supposed to be able
to hit a man at yards!
And they know my -guage slug
puts such a big hole in a man
that there ain't no
doctor who can save 'em.
Consequently, I ain't
had to sh**t very often.
- Well, that's the
bettin' angle, Mr. Gibbs.
- Well, you don't have
to k*ll the feller!
Ain't but one
main fault you got.
There just ain't
enough Roscoe in ya!
I'll pay Breck his money!
- No, you're right.
- I am? Just this once?
- It's childish,
this sh**t business.
That's just the trouble.
Most hoodlums are childish.
If I back down from
that Lazy Q outfit,
it'd be just like you say.
I'd have to sh**t a lot of
grownup brats or quit my job.
You insist on one thing
with Mr. Breck.
You tell him I wanna
sh**t lyin' on my belly.
His man can do the same.
- How come?
- Because I'm not Mr. Buntline's
King of the Frontier!
If I'm gonna sh**t
at yards,
I wanna use my hands
to steady the g*n.
I'll also be a smaller
target for the r*fle.
- Well, I don't know
about that, now.
In the book,
here, it says
that you stood against the
skyline and shot it out--
- That stupid,
silly book!
Now, Breck's man and I
aren't gonna be
sh**t' blank cartridges.
You gonna make
the deal or not?
- If you say, boss.
You could do it like
the book says, though.
- Let him have it
his way, boss.
Layin' down on my stomach
is better for me.
- Yeah, I know,
but the book says--
- All right, you
sh**t the Winchester!
- Relax!
Tell Earp we agree.
[ Horses approaching ]
- All right, Mr. Gibbs.
yards,
start pacing it off.
- Right.
- Take your time and make
that first shot count.
- Don't worry, boss,
I'll get him.
- Wyatt!
Wyatt, there's a law
against dueling in Kansas!
- Mr. Gormley threatened
to k*ll me on sight.
Wrote me a little note.
Take a look yonder.
I'm in sight.
- Wyatt, please,
don't do it!
I--I can pay Breck off!
- I'm not doin' it to save
you a bet, Mr. Buntline.
- Then why?
- Well, you should
know that, Mr. Mayor.
Any Johnny Law that
backs down on a threat
has to give up his star.
Now, you gentlemen are
in the line of fire.
Move on.
- I'll fire one shot!
Then you commence!
- Right!
- I'm set.
- Can you make
it out of here?
- Yeah.
- Cut him down, Wyatt!
- Here you are,
Mr. Buntline.
Two cartridges left.
You wanna try your hand?
- Oh, Wyatt, I...
I... I...
- I'm sorry, Mr. Buntline.
I shouldn't have
said that to a friend.
♪♪ 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 ♪
♪ Hmm ♪♪