♪ Wyatt Earp
Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may his
story be told ♪
[humming]
(male narrator)
The persistent dream
of Wyatt Earp's life'
was to own a cattle spread
and find peace far
from a Marshal's job
in the tough towns
of the Frontier.
Now that Dodge City was
changing to a County Seat
where townsmen and
sod busters
wanted no more
of the snorting past.
Marshal Earp was ready to
move on to a ranch of his own.
But he hadn't been able
to save much money.
The intervention of
Doctor John H. Holiday
seemed to be
almost providential.
You gentlemen of Dodge forgotten
how to play poker?
Nosey.
I'm down to this.
What's it worth?
Well, what is it?
First deed of trust in
the Casey Ranch in Colorado.
I loaned the owner , .
He's in default.
I'm sorry, Nosey,
I'm not interested in ranches.
Doc, I'll let you
have it for .
I said not interested!
- Wait a minute, Doc.
- Hello, Deacon.
I'll take half of that
paper for cash.
If you go partners.
Wyatt, who wants
a ranch in Colorado?
I do.
Come on, Doc.
This is a poker game.
Alright, Nosey,
I guess we'll take it.
But this had better be a genuine
first deed of trust.
If it is not
the second deed will foreclose
on your body.
And whatever happens
to be left of your soul.
Deacon, you're an absolute jinx.
All I won was about
and a mortgage
on a flea bitten ranch
in Colorado.
- That will do for a start.
- What?
With my savings we can buy
ourselves a few herd of cattle.
Place has probably
been abandoned.
Wyatt, are you serious?
You mean, you'd quit
your job here?
I've always wanted to have
a cattle spread.
I can take a leave of
absence here.
Shotgun Gibbs can handle things.
But that ranch is probably
not worth a thing. Believe me.
I know the country up around
the Kansas-Colorado border.
Well, we'll take a look.
I suggest you come along
and protect your interest.
[mellow music]
The Casey Ranch.
You satisfied now?
Well, I've seen better
cattle country.
- It's getting started bad.
- Not for me.
You suit yourself.
I swear I don't know why
I let you talk me into all this.
Yes, you do. You wondered
whether Nosey cheated us.
You didn't believe there was
any Casey Ranch.
Deacon, will you kindly stop
referring to it is a ranch?
- Deed said a thousand acres.
- Of what?
Of John Law's dream of peace?
Alright, that's far enough.
Now, who are you?
What do you want?
We thought this ranch
was abandoned, ma'am.
Well, it ain't.
I'm Mrs. Dawson, the owner.
Now, what's your business?
Mr. Smith and I hold
the first deed
on this property, Mrs. Dawson.
I'm Mr. Jones.
Deed? Let's see.
Gladly, ma'am.
We bought it from
Nosey Parling.
That thief?
You know the law
in Colorado, Mr. Smith?
Just generally, ma'am.
Well, I got a year
to redeem this ranch.
And that year won't be up
until November.
I see.
We're wasting time here,
Mr. Smith.
It'll take till sundown
to reach Stonaton.
Yup. Better be on your way.
Where's your husband?
Well, if it's any of
your business
he was m*rder*d
a couple of months ago.
Bushwhacked by cattle thieves.
Buried out there,
in what's left of the garden.
Hold this.
Mrs. Dawson.
I'm sorry about
your husband, ma'am.
Did they catch the bushwhackers?
No. Everybody's too scared
of Brocius and Ringgold.
Curly Brocius and
Johnny Ringgold?
(Mrs. Dawson)
'Yep, that's right.'
What are they doing
around here?
They own the spread next door.
Use it as a station
on the outlaw trail.
You know him?
Yes, I might...know of them.
You alone here?
I got g*ns, Mr. Smith.
I know how to use them.
Anyway, my relations are due
any day now from Nebraska.
So you better take
your friend's advice
and hit the trail.
Are you sure that was
Brocius and Ringgold
that k*lled your husband?
Can't prove it.
No use your worrying
about that deed of trust.
You'll get your money.
I'm worried about you.
Why?
Now, this no country for
a lady like you to be alone in.
Excuse me, I'll..
...have a little talk
with Mr. Jones.
I have to stay here now.
Those men turn out to be
Brocius and Ringgold--
The ranch and a good-looking
widow woman.
You trying to hornswoggle
poor old Mr. Jones?
Why do you always have
to accuse everybody
of having the worst motives?
Deacon, there's nothing wrong
with wanting a ranch and a wife.
We better camp here
for the night.
Let's start a fire
and break out the bedrolls.
Beans..
...hardtack and dried apples.
- Make you hungry?
- Yeah.
Maybe Mrs. Dawson's got some.
I, uh..
I made some beef stew.
And I..
I thought you might
like some fresh milk.
Yes, ma'am.
- That's mighty kind of you.
- You're welcome.
If you want some water,
just get it out of the wagon.
I'll, uh, walk you
over to the house.
How come you didn't leave
this afternoon?
Well, my friend was tired.
Oh. That the only reason?
No, ma'am.
I don't like Brocius
and I don't like Ringgold.
Don't like cattle stealing,
m*rder.
- Aim to do something about it.
- Oh no, please. They're..
They're the most notorious g*n
fighters in this part
of the country! You'd only
get yourself k*lled, too.
Mrs. Dawson.
Why'd you and your
husband ever come out
to this part of the country?
Oh, it's not so bad.
Had a drought
the last couple of years, but..
...still good grazing
land along the river
across that bridge there.
like to look at
the rest of your spread.
Just in case my folks
don't turn up with the money?
No, ma'am.
I like ranching
and I like cattle.
Mr. Smith, are you trying
to make friends with me?
Yes.
Guess I'm trying to make
friends with you, too, only I..
...didn't wanna admit it,
even to myself.
Well, you need
a good friend, Mrs. Dawson.
Mighty brave of you to try
and stick it out here alone.
Kinda foolhardy, too.
Well, I'll-I'll see you
in the morning.
Oh, breakfast
at first light, huh?
Goodnight, Mrs. Dawson.
- Hey, Doc?
- Yeah?
Doc?
Wyatt..
Why don't you shut up
and let a man get some sleep?
How well do you stand with
Brocius and Ringgold?
Well, they don't hate me
with the same k*lling hatred
they hold for you.
Why don't you ride
over there tomorrow?
Find out if they bushwhacked
this lady's husband.
Oh, Deacon.
They wouldn't ambush a man they
could k*ll in a fistfight.
They might know who did.
Then you ask 'em.
You know, if they've been
stealing cattle
they could be rich.
I'd like to bet you in poker
they'd still draw
to an inside straight.
Now, you're making sense.
I got another idea, too.
Of course it's larceny.
Larceny?
At last you've
established a rapport
as the French would say.
Tell me, Deacon, just what is
this filthy illegal scheme?
Well, tomorrow, you ride over
to the Ringgold-Brocius camp
and you take along
this deed to the ranch.
I'll give you a good reason
for being in Colorado.
Well, there she is.
The Rio Blanco.
'And the only good grazing land
left from the drought.'
Where's your cattle?
Brocius and Ringgold stole most
of it. Sold the rest to live.
I wish you could see this
spread in the rainy season.
That land will feed , hen.
I can see why you tried so hard
to hang on to it, Miss Nellie.
Couldn't sell it even
in the rainy season with
cattle thieves right next door.
Maybe I can do
something about that.
Oh, no. If the county sheriff
and his deputies are too scared
why should you risk your life?
I know what you're thinking now,
I need a husband!
Husband? No, I..
Mr. Smith, you married?
No, ma'am.
You don't need to look
so scared, I'm not proposing.
Well, lots of men
do their own asking.
You're the nicest I've seen.
Don't you encourage me.
Well, we could think
about it anyway, huh?
You don't know
anything about me.
Mr. Smith, I don't care
who you are or...or what you are
so then, now, how's that
for a brazen hussy?
[horse neighing]
Stop or I'll sh**t.
I wouldn't advice it.
Raise that r*fle anymore
I'll put a hole
through your head.
Johnny, Curly.
I'm Doctor John H. Holliday.
You take care of my horse.
Ease off.
It's Doc Holliday.
What are you doing
out here, Doc?
Well, I ain't stealing cattle.
Imagine finding you two
in this...this goat pasture.
Step in out of the sun.
Tell your boys to take a walk.
How do you know we was here?
Some blabbermouth over at
Stonaton. I forget his name.
I was surprised for you, Curly.
I'm now your
next door neighbor.
You better have Ringgold
read it to you.
What's it say, Johnny?
It's a trust deed on that
Dawson's spread.
I won it from Nosey Parling
in a card game.
You boys look kinda poor here.
That's surprising.
Cattle wrestling
used to be very profitable.
Now don't tell me
that the drive busted you.
We've got competition, Doc.
Yeah? Who?
Buff Conrad and his
Colorado stonies.
They bushwhacked old man
Dawson and blamed it on us.
You boys amuse me. Curly
Brocius and Johnny Ringgold
'standing for a
thing like that?'
We can't corner them.
They raid our herds
from out of Mexico
before we can get them
down there.
And they got some Marshals
in Colorado on their side.
Marshals?
Now that is interesting.
Let's get down to business.
What do you mean?
Like I told you, I now own
Nellie Dawson's spread.
You boys move
some cattle over there.
Leak the word to
this-this Buff Conrad
that Nellie restocked the place.
Then when Conrad
and his troop try to steal
the poor widow's cattle,
you be laying for them.
What's in it for you?
There's a word called
"Retribution."
Never mind that.
How much for you?
Three-hundred dollars.
Just my travel expenses.
- Now we're getting somewhere.
- Good.
I suggest we discuss
the finer details
during a leisurely
game of cards.
A ranch...and a wife.
A ranch and a lonely widow,
Mr. Jones.
How did it go?
How did you expect?
An intelligent scoundrel against
two very stupid hoodlums.
We're gonna need Nellie though.
Why?
We better have a little talk.
Well, Mrs. Dawson, that
was a most delightful supper.
Well, thank you, Mr. Jones.
Now if you two will excuse me
I'd like to go out on the porch
and commune with the stars.
[door closes]
What is this, a conspiracy
between you two?
Ah, now, it can't be
quite that serious.
Miss Nellie.
My real name is Wyatt Earp.
I'm the Marshal of Dodge City.
Mr. Jones is really
Doctor Holliday. He..
I sent him to talk
to Brocius and Ringgold.
They claim they
didn't k*ll your husband.
You know Mr. Buff Conrad
and his g*ng?
The Brocius and Ringgold
claim that
that's the man
we're looking for.
You came here
on...police business.
No.
We came here to
look at a cattle ranch.
We thought
it'd been abandoned.
We had no idea that
you lived here or
that Brocius and Ringgold
lived next door.
And that's the only
reason you stayed?
'Cause you're a Marshal?
Miss Nellie, I tried not to be.
Once a man pins his
star on, it's..
There's nothing I want more
than a cattle ranch.
You're one of the finest
women I've ever known.
But the law comes first.
Is that the way
it's gotta be?
My job's caught up with me.
I didn't plan it that way.
But I do need your help.
Of course, Wyatt, I..
I want Conrad punished
if it's possible.
What can I do to help?
- Howdy, Mr. Reagan.
- Why, howdy, Mrs. Dawson?
- Nice to see you again.
- 'Thank you.'
Mr. Reagan, here's the money
I owe you.
And I got a list of
supplies that I need here.
(Nellie)
'And I can pay cash.'
Did you collect some insurance?
No, my relatives from
Nebraska are helping me.
Well, mighty unusual
relatives, I'd say.
They paid what I owed and loaned
me enough to buy another herd.
(Mr. Reagan)
'Bought some more steers?'
(Nellie)
'Two hundred. Much as I can feed
until we get some rain.'
Oh, the rain will come.
And this time I wish you
much better luck.
[coin clinking]
Thank you, sir.
(Mr. Reagan)
'Now let's see.'
'Hair clips, oil.'
Thank you.
Now no funny business, Doc.
We're moving herd to the
wood of range this afternoon.
I've done my part.
Now you make sure you don't
use too many cattle guards.
I figure Conrad should
hit you sometime
between now and sun up tomorrow.
You sure he got the word?
Curly, I happen to
be from Georgia.
You got any more
insulting questions?
Didn't mean that. Ringgold
wants a turkey to sh**t.
- You know how Johnny is.
- Yeah.
I know how you both are.
You're lying, thieving skunks.
When it comes to m*rder,
I trust you.
This will have to
be done this way.
They don't have a posse
and I don't like it.
Stop your blathering.
Curly and Ringgold
stole Nellie's cattle
and they're your
worst enemies.
That Buff Conrad is a no-good
bushwhacking k*ller.
Yeah, I know. We're
no better than he is.
I don't like bushwhacking.
[horse carriage approaching]
Looks like the relatives
from Nebraska.
Oh, my God. Uncle Dave!
Oh, it's so great to see you.
Johnny, how are you?
How was the trip?
Well, it's time for
you and I to leave.
- Coward?
- That's right.
I'm camping on
the river bank tonight.
You want the whole
state of Nebraska around
when the sh**ting starts?
Wyatt.
I'm willing to give you
my half of the ranch
if you'll invite
Nellie to our wedding.
Well, when I told her who I was
and that I needed her help
she didn't like it.
I'm just a tin star
doing my job.
That's too bad.
Seeing you marry
would have appealed to my
sadistic sense of humor.
[horses approaching]
Well, look at that.
Right on time.
I can't go ahead
with this bushwhacking.
- Hold on, Wyatt.
- Go back, it's an ambush.
[g*nsh*t]
Wyatt!
[g*nshots]
[g*nf*re continues]
Move out, get out of here.
k*ll him, Wyatt. You'll never
have a better chance.
No.
This must be Conrad.
Correction. It was Conrad.
You're a double-crossing
hound, Doc.
Working for Earp all the time.
Sorry it had to
work out this way.
It had done worse to you.
And a posse would not
have made any difference.
Curly.
'Would you and Ringgold like
to call me any more names?'
It wouldn't have to be
very bad names.
[dramatic music]
[horses cantering]
We heard the sh**ting,
Wyatt, are you all right?
Yes.
I'm taking these
cattle thieves to jail.
The man that k*lled your husband
is lying on that horse.
And there are a few wounded men
along the river bank.
Send some of your men folk
and go pick him up.
'I'll send a doctor over
from the railroad.'
Wyatt, I wished that..
Miss Nellie.
Don't you ever marry
a John Law.
You lost one husband. I'd hate
to see you lose another.
Doc, give me that paper.
- Haven't we been heroes enough?
- I said give me the paper.
Here's your deed.
No. No, thanks, Wyatt.
I can pay now.
Too bad you're gonna
keep that star.
You'd sure make some woman
a mighty fine husband.
Thank you, ma'am.
Go on.
Goodbye, lady.
♪ 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 ♪
♪ 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