The Life and Legend
of Wyatt Earp
- Hyah!
- We'll get those
Indians right here.
- Are these the friends
of Wyatt Earp?
- Yeah, on their way to
tell him all about us.
- That Earp's bad
medicine, Rufe.
Maybe we oughta just
scare those Cheyenne.
- Cousin and Brother
don't scare.
Rufe's right. We'll
have to k*ll 'em.
- All right, stop the jabber.
I hear 'em coming.
[ Cocking g*ns ]
We'll scatter, meet
tonight in the camp.
[ Coughing ]
[ Gasping ]
[ Gasping ]
[ Coughing ]
[ Sobbing ]
♪♪ 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 ♪♪
- Marshal Wyatt Earp's
good friends
were Mr. Cousin
and Mr. Brother,
Cheyenne Indians who had
left their tribal group
to serve as scouts
for the Army
and valued advisors
to Marshal Earp.
Wyatt has been
much criticized
for his strange
variety of friends
and his absolute
loyalty to them.
But friendship with Indians
was beyond the pale.
As Dodge City said in ,
Injuns weren't even people.
- Mr. Brother is dead,
but it looks like Mr.
Cousin has a fair chance.
I couldn't get much out of him,
just that men he didn't know
ambushed them on the
Nation's Trail south of town.
- You shouldn't try to rouse
him or make him talk.
He's got a b*llet
in the left lobe.
- Can he make it?
- Well, he's tough.
[ Groaning ]
- Take it easy,
Mr. Cousin.
- Mr. Earp...
We tell Mr. Earp.
- I'm right here.
- Bad men...
Dry Gulchers...
they hold up wagon train.
We ride to tell you,
then they sh**t.
[ Coughing ]
- No more right
now, Wyatt.
Let him rest.
- He's gonna need
good nursin', Doc.
If he asks about Mr. Brother,
don't tell him.
Just say that I'm gonna
get every one of those men
that dry-gulched him.
- Norton says
there'll be talk
about burying Mr. Brother
in the new cemetery.
- Well, let 'em talk!
You had any report on a
wagon-train robbery recently?
- Indian Bureau wagons
carrying supplies to the
Cheyenne reservation.
- What g*ng did it?
- Nothing on that.
An Army detachment from
Fort Sill was sent after 'em.
- Mr. Cousin mentioned
dry-gulchers.
Now, is that because they
bushwhacked him and Mr. Brother
or is there an outfit
called the Dry Gulchers?
- That's a new name to me.
- Hal!
[ Door opening ]
- Yes, sir?
- I want a day-and-night
watch put on Mr. Cousin.
Whoever bushwhacked
him may come in
and try to finish
off the job.
- Where are you going?
- I don't know. It may be
a cold trail and a long one.
You just arrange
the guard.
- Yes, sir.
- Wait a minute.
Mr. Brother was k*lled in
Ford County, my jurisdiction!
- He was shot after an
Indian Bureau train was raided.
That makes it
a federal case.
I'm still a US Deputy Marshal,
in case you've forgotten.
And Mr. Brother
wasn't your friend.
- Wyatt, you're
my friend.
- Yeah, I'm sorry.
You, uh, give Hal a hand
if any trouble breaks
loose at the saloons.
- Gets mighty lonesome
on the trail
between Dodge and
Oklahoma Territory.
- Well, you suit yourself.
I've got men to catch,
and I'm gonna catch 'em!
- Good! I need
the exercise!
- Howdy!
- Howdy!
Get down!
Come in!
- Thanks.
- Have some hot
grub, there.
- Thanks, Cookie!
- Yeah. I'll pour you a cup
of hot coffee, here.
- Right
hospitable of you.
- Well, it's the
boss man's orders.
- You're herd-drivin'
into Dodge?
- Yeah.
- What's new in
that dusty hole?
- Oh, nothing I heard of.
A couple Indians got shot.
- In Dodge?
- No, somewhere south.
One's dead and the other's bein'
looked after by the Doctor.
- Why are they taking so
much trouble with an Injun?
- A friend of Wyatt Earp.
I ain't got time to be
answerin' any more questions.
I got to get supper.
- Sure. Thanks, Cookie.
- Right here is
where it happened.
Mr. Sanidge had already
picked 'em up
when Joe and I
happened along.
We didn't wait
to look for signs.
- Four horses.
Kansas horseshoes,
wouldn't you say?
- Not Texas shoes.
Maybe Kansas or Missouri.
- Now, this horse was
shod Cavalry style.
- Cavalry toes.
You know, it could be
an Indian trader.
A lot of 'em turned hoodlum
when the Army cleaned house,
and drove 'em
from the forts.
Here they all
scattered, Wyatt.
- One of 'em went south.
- And east, and
north over here.
Well, which
do we pick?
- None of 'em.
Let's try the cattle camps.
- [Man]: Hyah!
- Hold it!
- Injuns! Injuns!
- What about 'em?
- w*r party at Cheyenne!
Hyah! I'm heading for Dodge!
- He looked like a
road agent to me.
Why didn't you stop him?
- Maybe he was
tellin' the truth.
- Indian w*r party?
- Probably
reservation jumpers.
Come on, let's
get out of sight.
[ Horses approaching ]
Ho!
- Much blood here.
It is true. Our
friends are dead.
- Young Wolf!
- No! It is friend.
Marshal Earp!
- Bad news travels fast.
- Both my tribal brothers dead?
- No.
Only Mr. Brother.
Mr. Cousin badly wounded.
- We Cheyenne take care of this.
- No, Young Wolf.
The pony soldiers are after
the white men who did it.
- And so are we.
You'd better get back
to the reservation.
- Sheriff Masterson is right.
- Indian Agent Chief
let us go.
Read this.
- Same old story.
Indian Bureau doesn't
trust the Army.
Young Wolf, we'll
talk about this.
And according to
the Indian Bureau,
their names are
Will Dade, d*ck Averill--
- Wait a minute.
Averill with an "I"?
- That's right.
Sam Wilson
and Rufe Prentice.
That's the of 'em.
They call themselves
the Dry Gulchers.
- Any description?
- Well, Mr. Delmon says here
the Texas Rangers may have
a reward sheet on 'em.
- Well, that's a big help
to us right now!
- Look, we didn't even have
their names until now!
At least that's something.
Do you think Mr. Cousin
can identify 'em?
- No. They bushwhack him.
My paper.
- Young Wolf, uh, may
I give you some advice?
- Mmm!
- Mr. Delmon knows he
hasn't got the authority
to let you and your braves
travel as a posse with g*ns.
This paper merely says
that you and your braves
are gonna meet the men named
on Agency business.
- To hang them.
- Sheriff Masterson
and I'll tend to that.
Now, my advice is that you
go back to the reservation.
- No. We promised
Chief Two Moon.
White men die.
- Young Wolf...
They will die.
I give you my word.
- You have been good
friend of Indian.
- I have tried to be.
- If we catch K*llers,
I will send message to you.
But you must let us
watch them hang.
- All right.
- They'll run into that
Cavalry patrol somewhere.
- They may find a Gulcher
or two before it happens.
- You reckon that fella who
was running for Dodge
could be one of 'em?
- Yeah, let's take
a look along the trail.
- Cavalry shoes
on his horse!
We better get back to Dodge.
That Gulcher might try to
finish the job on Cousin.
- Should've shot him
while I had a chance!
Next time
he'll get it!
- Wyatt, no k*lling! We need
him to get to the others!
- Yeah, you keep
remindin' me of that.
[ Whistles ]
- You sure you
ain't bein' followed?
- No, but we're in trouble. We
didn't k*ll one of the Injuns.
- Ah!
- I'm not foolin'!
The one they call Cousin
made it back to Dodge.
I ran by Wyatt Earp and
another John Law at the ambush.
To make matters worse, a passel
of Cheyenne are trailing us.
- That Cousin saw us. You've
gotta go into Dodge and get him!
- All right.
- Hold it!
We'll trade horses.
- What?
- Those Cavalry shoes.
- Oh yeah,
you're right.
- We can't afford to
make any more mistakes.
As soon as you get into Dodge,
buy some town clothes.
Clean up, get a shave.
Here, wear
these specs.
- Hey, where's
d*ck and Sam?
- They're still circling,
haven't come in yet.
We'll wait for you
right here.
- What about
that Cheyenne?
- Don't worry about them.
We've backtracked through
water at least times.
Anyway, they'd never believe
we'd meet up so close to Dodge.
You get in and
finish your job,
and get back here
before midnight.
- It's gonna be later
than that, Rufe.
- All right, then follow us down
to our camp on the Cimarron.
Get goin'!
- Well, his pulse is better, but
I won't try to remove that slug.
I wish someone could
convince Wyatt
that my office isn't a safe
place for witnesses to a m*rder.
- Mr. Earp said to
take Cousin to his room,
as soon as he can
stand the handlin'.
- Not tonight, and I'm
gonna keep the doors locked!
- Ah, friend, is there
a doctor in this town?
- Why sure! Doc McCarty.
You ailin'?
- Yeah, I've got an ache.
- Well, Doc's office is up Front
Street near the Dodge Hotel.
- Oh yeah.
OK, thanks.
[ Knocking ]
- Who is it?
- Wyatt.
How is he?
- Doc thinks he's
holding his own.
- Any strangers come
in here to see Doc?
- No, sir. He's
a mite fidgety.
Asked me to keep the shades
drawn and the door locked.
- That's a good idea.
We're gonna have to
shake down the town.
You take the horse racks,
I'll take the livery stable.
Don't you let anybody in here
unless Doc or you know 'em!
- Yes, sir.
Who is it?
- Doc.
Where's Mrs. Perkins?
- She got scared and left.
But Wyatt and Masterson
were just here.
- Hmm! Why didn't
they stay here?
- They're searching the
town, Doc, just in case.
[ g*nsh*t ]
[ All talking ]
- Mr. Earp! That fella walkin'
across the street yonder!
- Hold it!
[ g*nsh*t ]
Hold it
right there.
- Wh-what's
happening here?
- Take this.
- There must be some
mistake, Marshal.
- Yeah? How'd you know
I was a marshal?
It's too dark
to read my badge.
- I call every officer
"Marshal," as a force of habit.
- You do, huh?
What's your name
and where're you from?
- Walter Jones. I rode in from
the Bar-Q camp on Salt River.
- Oh. Where's your horse?
- At the hitch rack in front
of the Dodge Hotel.
- Let's take a look.
[ All talking ]
- That's my horse.
- Did he fire
those sh*ts?
- I don't know. I haven't
found his . yet.
Not Cavalry shoes.
- He looks something like the
man who passed us on the trail.
- Except he's had a shave and
he's wearin' different clothes.
- Marshal, you've
got me all wrong!
I'm just a cowhand who came
into Dodge for a good time.
- Mmm-hmm.
These are just
plain glass, mister.
- That's right, I use 'em to
keep the dust out of my eyes.
- Well--
- He's lying!
We'll find the g*n!
- That's right.
Come on, move, move!
[ All talking ]
- Oh! All right!
I go now!
- No, Cousin.
- Mr. Cousin...
Mr. Cousin,
you know who I am?
- Sure.
Mr. Earp.
I feel weak, bad.
- Mr. Cousin, I want you
to take a look at this man.
Can you see him?
Turn around, there.
You ever see him before?
- No. Who is he?
- The name is
Walter Jones, Injun.
Now, do you have any
other bright ideas?
- Doctor, there's an Army
surgeon visiting Fort Dodge.
Will Mr. Cousin be able
to make that trip tomorrow?
- Well, if he has a good
night, it's possible.
- One other point, Doctor.
The Indians were
bushwhacked by men.
Now, Mr. Cousin may have
only seen one or two of 'em.
This Dry Gulcher's lucky.
- Callin' names now.
Huh, Earp?
- Don't beg
for a lickin', fella!
- Just who's gonna
give me that? You?
- Wyatt,
you'll k*ll him!
- Yeah, there's a law
against that, isn't there?
You take him out to the edge of
town and give him back his g*n.
And you, whatever
your name is,
you come back into Dodge again,
I may have to break that law!
I'll see you in
my office later.
- You'll see me
later too!
- Now you're
begging to be dead!
What're you trying to do, cheat
an insurance company? Come on!
Walter Jones is
mighty sore at you.
- That's good.
- You picked the fight.
- Yeah, and I want him
to stay killin' mad!
- He's a
bushwhacker, Wyatt.
- One of the
Dry Gulch quartet.
- You sure or guessing?
Cousin couldn't identify him.
- He was too interested
when I asked the Doc
if I could take Mr. Cousin over
to the Army surgeon at the Fort.
I couldn't risk
Mr. Cousin's life.
He'd be aimin' at him.
- I got an idea. Dress me up
like an Indian, and I can--
- Wait a minute.
The opera house.
- Huh?
- Yeah, that's it.
There's an Indian dummy
over there, backstage.
They used it last year
when Buffalo Bill
had to strangle a wicked
Apache in his show.
Looks real life-like too.
- One thing wrong with that.
He might bushwhack
the dummy and you!
- Not with you and
your deputies trailing.
There's one more thing,
and this is real important.
Where do, uh...
Where do most of the decent
Indian traders hang out?
- Dunphy's Tavern in the county.
- All right, fine.
You send a man out there
that can play a good drunk.
You give him the names of Dade,
Averill, Wilson and Prentice.
You tell him to spread
the word around
that they m*rder*d Mr. Brother
and they're blaming it
on other men, Indian traders.
- What's that got to do with you
making a target out of yourself?
- One Dry Gulcher
isn't enough.
I want all of 'em.
Four!
- Almost half after midnight.
Can't wait for Dade no longer.
- Maybe he run
into trouble.
- Never saw no trouble that
Dade couldn't squirm out of.
- We'll scatter again, wait
for him down at the Forks.
- Good, the boys
are in position.
Here comes Wyatt.
We'll parallel him about
yards in front of him,
in case Jones, or
whatever his name is,
makes his play and
then tries to run.
Halt!
- Watch his
shoulder.
- Yeah.
- You didn't k*ll him, huh?
- No, I obeyed
orders, Deacon.
- Come on!
Sit down over there.
All right, now let's
go over this again.
You still claim your
name is Walter Jones,
and that you don't know
a thing about the Dry Gulchers.
- Yeah.
- Why don't you turn him over
to the Cheyenne, Wyatt?
That'll make
him talk.
- Bluffers!
- I saw you, Dade! You
bushwhacked those Indians!
His name is Will Dade.
He rides with Prentice,
Averill and Wilson!
- Ah, you're
loco, Bates!
I quit them years ago!
- Are you willing to swear
that he's a Dry Gulcher?
- I sure am!
- Lock him up.
Well, that's
one of them.
♪♪ 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 ♪♪