The Life and Legend
of Wyatt Earp
- [Rufe]:
Where you been?
- Earp got Will Dade
just outside of Dodge,
threw him in jail.
- Earp is sure sore about
our gettin' those Indians.
You reckon Dade'll talk?
- No, but Tom Bates blew
the whistle on us,
gave our names.
Earp and Masterson may
trail us down here.
- Well, if that's true,
we'd better start for Texas.
- No.
- We already have the Cheyennes
and the Army on our tail.
- I ain't worried about them.
You think Earp would come
in here with a big posse?
- They say he seldom
uses a posse.
- Me, I vote for Texas,
and we leave right now!
- Hold it, Sammy!
There's some fast
g*ns in this camp.
They'd like nothing better
than to catch Earp
out here in the brush.
- He ain't foolish enough to
ride down into the Forks alone!
- Then again, maybe he is.
What's the sense
of running to Texas?
We might miss a chance
to bushwhack Earp,
with a lot of friends
to help us.
- Rufe's got it
figured, Sam.
- Why sure!
Let Earp make the next move.
He comes snoopin'
around here,
we'll deal him
the dead man's hand.
♪♪ 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 ♪♪
- Four notorious outlaws
known as the Dry Gulchers
m*rder*d Wyatt Earp's
Indian friend Mr. Brother
and wounded Mr. Cousin,
his other Indian friend,
in an ambush.
Marshal Earp vowed to bring all
of these hoodlums to justice.
He quickly caught
one Dry Gulcher,
but the other fled to
an outlaw stronghold
near the Cimarron River.
Then Wyatt and Bat
Masterson disagreed
as to the best method of
capturing the remaining .
- Look, I know that hoodlum
hideout they call the Forks.
Grant and Lee couldn't pick
a better defensive position.
Get the Cheyenne,
get that Army detachment,
get all our deputies
and a big posse besides,
and then you might
stand a chance!
Now, am I right or not?
You know I'm right.
You're just acting stubborn!
- There's no
real evidence
the Gulchers are
hidin' in that camp.
I might look pretty
silly goin' down there
with a whole lot
of men as you suggest.
- How are you gonna look if
the Gulchers are at the Forks?
- I'll look pretty sharp.
Mr. Bates gave me
a pretty good description
of Averill,
Wilson and Prentice.
I told Mr. Cousin
I'd get all of 'em,
and that's what
I aim to do.
Those Indians
did a lot for me.
I'm sorry they
k*lled Mr. Brother
and I'm glad that
Mr. Cousin is still alive.
- Wyatt, listen, it's plain
su1c1de to go into the Forks,
especially alone!
- Well, it's gotta be done.
Goodbye, Mr. Masterson.
- We're not burying you
in the new cemetery!
It's Boot Hill for you!
They'll k*ll us both.
You know that!
- Well, I didn't
invite you to the party.
- No, but I've gotta bring
your remains back to Dodge.
I owe you that much.
- Well, that's mighty fine
of you, Mr. Masterson. Thanks.
- But if they get me too,
it's gonna be on your head!
Young Wolf, the Army
and the Texas Rangers
could run those
hoodlums down!
But oh no, you
promised Mr. Cousin!
- And Mr. Brother.
- Uh-oh! The Army!
Well, we get a break!
- Now, you let
me do the talkin'.
- Whoa!
Who are you men?
- Howdy, Lieutenant.
- I asked your names!
- My name is Earp and
this fella's Masterson.
- Earp, Masterson.
Take 'em down.
You're, uh,
cattlemen, I assume.
- Yeah, we, uh, we work
for the Crazy D outfit.
- Crazy D.
In Texas?
- Yeah.
- Make a note of
that, Sergeant.
Do they look like any
of the men we want?
- No, sir. The Gulchers
wouldn't be eatin' out here
on the trail
in plain sight.
- The Gulchers?
Who's that?
- Four desperados.
They robbed an
Indian Bureau train,
k*lled one Indian
and badly hurt another.
The wagon train was carrying
money and government mail.
I don't suppose they'd
know anything about it.
- No, sir.
- One question, men.
- Fire away, Lieutenant.
- Do either of you know the
shortest trail to the Forks,
near the Cimarron?
- The Forks? Yeah!
- It's about
miles, Lieutenant.
You stay right on
that trail there
'til you get to the
cotton woods at Sand Creek,
and then you turn west.
- Got that, Sergeant?
- Yes, sir.
- Thank you, men.
All right,
let's move out!
Forward ho!
- You think they'll gallop
all the way to New Mexico?
- No, that Sergeant'll
finally convince that shave-tail
that he's been had.
- Well, forward, Marshal!
We attack the Forks
within the hour.
- You still got
that soldier suit?
- Right here.
- I was just thinking.
It don't look
like Earp's comin',
but we still got the
soldiers and Indians after us.
Sammy!
Listen to this.
- Yeah?
- We've got to scatter again.
Maybe it'd be a good idea for
d*ck to put on his soldier suit
and join the Army.
- You mean start 'em
after the Injuns?
Oh, I don't know, Rufe.
- Ah, it'd be easy!
You've been in the Cavalry.
Just pretend you're
from the Agency
with word that
a pack of Cheyenne
have jumped
the reservation.
- Slick idea, Rufe. That'll
get 'em both off our trail.
- Well, all right, but when
do we join up again?
- Over the line in Bracos.
- And then we double-back
and dig up the money, eh?
- That's it, but I--
- Injuns!
A pack of Cheyenne heading
toward us, about miles south.
- How many?
- Looks like around .
- Any of you boys done
anything to the Injuns lately?
- [Men]: No!
- Then they can't be
lookin' for anybody here.
All right, relax.
Reservation
jumpers, I reckon.
- Yeah, probably.
- Relax, boys.
- You wait here.
- Wyatt, I'm the one
who should go in!
Some hoodlum's bound
to spot you!
You've thrown too many
of 'em in jail!
- All right, I'll
match you for it.
- All right.
You're matchin' me.
- That's right.
What do you got?
- Tails, I win.
- All right,
that's a deal.
What's your story?
- I tell 'em I'm a Texas lone
wolfer running from the Rangers.
I tell 'em I saw
a Cavalry detachment
headed west to
the north of camp.
They ask me about
the wagon train holdup,
I'm scared,
aim to keep runnin'.
- Well, that's plausible.
If you're not back in
an hour, I'm goin' in.
- You better make it
an hour and a half.
- No, one hour.
Now, go on. Good luck!
- Hey! Some soldiers on the New
Mexico trail, north of camp!
- What're you
tellin' us for?
- Well, I don't like
soldiers, friend.
You like 'em, that's
no skin off my nose.
Hey, can I
water my horse?
- Help yourself, kid.
- Thanks.
- d*ck!
Ever see that kid before?
- No.
- No.
- Something don't smell right.
Why would he ride right up
and warn us about the soldiers?
- Well, he saw we were
gonna quit camp, Rufe.
- Come on, let's
pull out of here!
- No! Hold it right here.
- Come on, get in
the pot, Jerry!
- You know that kid?
- Nah, I've never
seen him before.
- Let's ask him
some questions.
- All right.
- Lift 'em!
Take his g*n, Durango!
- Rufe, here, wants to
ask you something, kid.
- Go ahead.
- Do you know Wyatt Earp
or Bat Masterson?
- I heard of 'em. Why?
- Masterson's just
about your age.
- There's plenty of fellas
just about my age.
Look, I'm on the run.
I saw a Cavalry detachment
on the trail,
so I told him and
his pals as a favor!
What's the idea
of gettin' tough?
- Rufe's on the
run himself.
He's a mite nervous,
that's all.
- Just do me a favor, Durango.
Hold this kid for about an hour.
- You callin' me a John Law?
Give me my g*n!
- That's enough!
Hit the trail, Rufe.
I'll give the kid
time to simmer down.
- Thanks, Durango.
- No gunfights
in camp, son.
Boys come here to
rest their nerves.
- Try to do a man a good turn,
and I get called a John Law!
- Forget it, huh?
Play a few hands of poker, and
then you can be on your way.
- How about my g*n?
- Sure. We ain't
scared of you.
You know, I bet that
quick-temper of yours
is what got you
into trouble!
- Yeah.
- Tell the soldiers all
about the Indians.
As soon as you can slip away,
meet us over in Bracos.
- I'll try.
Watch yourselves.
- You better watch yourself.
See you later, d*ck.
- So long!
- Everybody in?
- [All]: Yeah.
- Kings full.
- Beats my .
- Beats me!
- Well, I gotta
be travelin'!
- I wouldn't
go yet, kid.
You've won a lot
of money.
- Never quit a big winner,
kid. Stick around.
- A couple more
hands, then.
- You lost, Trooper?
- Well, sir, kind of.
I'm trying to find
Lt. Mathey's detachment.
I've got a
message for him.
- Well, he's travelin'
north and west.
Tell you what,
you take that trail there
about miles
to the big rock,
and, well, you'll either
be there ahead of him
or you'll run into him.
- Thank you, sir.
Thanks very much.
[ Clucking ]
Hyah!
- No luck!
- Good hand!
- Gentlemen, that
about cleans me out!
I'll tell ya, I'll
donate this to the pot.
That satisfy you?
- I promised Rufe you'd
stay about an hour.
You lack about
minutes, son.
- Look, I'm not botherin'
about those fool Gulchers.
- What did you call 'em?
Did you say Gulchers?
- That's what they are! I
heard about 'em in Oklahoma.
It could be just
talk, Mr. Durango.
- You talk
too much, kid.
[ Horse approaching ]
- You little squirt!
What you been doin'?
I told you to meet me an hour
ago! Look at the time!
- Sorry, Gus! I was playin'
cards with these fellas.
- I oughta give you
a p*stol-whippin'!
- Just try it!
- Shut up!
No fightin'
in this camp!
- Well, he needs
a good p*stol-whippin'!
I sprung him loose from a Ranger
lockup because he was kin to me,
but he ain't nothin' but
a bigheaded sassy squirt!
- You two don't bring
your troubles here!
Get on your horse
and git!
- Yes, sir. But you
don't follow me, Gus!
- Who needs to follow you?
You go and get out of here!
- Not you!
- Well, that's...
That's the thanks you
get for helpin' kinfolk.
I almost plugged
that little squirt.
- So did I,
a couple of times.
But he's just a kid.
They take a lot of patience.
- Yeah, they sure do.
Yeah, they do.
Well, I excuse
the disturbance.
I'll see ya.
- Well, you're
quite an actor!
But that was too
close for comfort!
- You're pretty
good yourself.
Were any of the
Gulchers there?
- Yeah, all of 'em.
Prentice, the boss man,
got suspicious of me.
- Oh. I saw a young fella
dressed in a Cavalry uniform
heading north and west.
He was kind of raw-boned,
dark-haired and about my height.
- Yeah, he was there.
Where'd he get
the soldier suit?
- Well, he probably
stole it.
Let's try and catch
that Army outfit.
They can't be
too far away.
- Right.
- Whoa!
Dismount!
Ten-minute rest.
This isn't anywhere
near the Forks.
- No, sir, I think we're
on the wrong trail.
- You mean those
cattlemen lied to us?
- Yes, sir. They could've
been road agents themselves.
- Then why didn't
you say so?
- The Lieutenant is
in command, sir.
- Well, let's see
where we are.
We've ridden about
miles, almost due west.
[ Horse approaching ]
- Whoa!
Corporal Higgins, nd
Cavalry, reporting, sir.
- Yes, Corporal.
- Major Dunlap of Headquarters
Command sent me to find you.
A w*r party of Cheyenne
have left the reservation.
Headquarters has a report that
they may be across the Cimarron.
- Very well.
My orders?
- No written order, sir.
- Why not?
- Well...
- Maj. Dunlap ain't
an academy graduate, sir.
He usually gives
verbal orders.
- He just said to tell
you to find the Injuns
and escort 'em back
to the reservation.
- That's highly irregular.
It takes me away from my
mission to arrest robbers.
Well, it'll have
to wait. Sergeant?
- Yes, sir?
- We'd better move
south of the Cimarron.
Corporal, are you
familiar with these trails?
- I know the shortest
way to the river, sir.
- Good. You'll
act as guide.
Attention!
Prepare to mount!
Mount!
- Dust on the right!
- Yeah.
We'll cut across
that old buffalo stand.
Halt!
Stay there!
You're under arrest!
- Take your hands off me.
I'm in uniform and under arms.
- You ain't
under arms!
- What's the
meaning of this?
- This man's wearing
a stolen uniform
and he's wanted
for m*rder.
- They must be
drunk, Lieutenant--
- I don't drink!
I'm Marshal Earp of Dodge City
and this is Sheriff Masterson.
- Oh, indeed!
These are the men that gave us
false directions, Sergeant.
- Take your hands
off Corp. Higgins!
- My star, Lieutenant.
I'm also a US
Deputy Marshal.
- Anyone can steal a star!
I order you to
release the Corporal!
- This man's
a Dry Gulcher.
I saw him with of his
friends at an outlaw camp
at the Forks less
than an hour ago.
He wasn't wearing
a uniform then!
- Sergeant,
arrest these men!
- I'll need
help, sir.
- No, you won't. We don't
fight with the Army.
- Even with a lieutenant
like this one?
- That's enough!
Surrender your weapons!
- On what charge?
- Assaulting a soldier on
duty would be my guess.
Come on, give
me your g*n.
- Wait 'til I write
Gen. Sherman about this.
Would you be good enough
to give me your name?
- Lt. Gerald Mathey,
if it's your business!
Sergeant, take these men
to the rear of the column.
Corp. Higgins?
- Yes, sir?
- Continue to
act as guide.
My detachment is hunting
a band of renegade Indians.
If they resist us, you men
will be moved out of range.
- I suggest you move your
men out of range too.
- What's that?
- Young Wolf has twice your
g*ns. They'll slaughter you!
- Take them
to the rear!
- Squaw men, I'd guess.
Indians must've sent
'em to slow us up.
- We'll keep
alert, Corporal.
Attention!
Single file!
- Pony soldiers have arrested
our friends, Earp and Masterson.
- Can we take 'em
from the soldiers?
- Yes.
[ Speaking Cheyenne ]
[ In Cheyenne ]
[ g*nsh*t ]
- Halt! Horse handler
to the rear!
Form lines of
skirmishes! Dismount!
- Weren't you ordered
to take us out of range?
- This is just
a false alarm.
- Young Wolf doesn't fire at
soldiers for fun. He means it!
- Young Wolf!
Then you were serious.
- Here he comes.
- Hey! You're prisoners!
- Hold your fire!
- I am Young Wolf.
- Young Wolf, eh?
And what are you doing off
the reservation, with a r*fle?
- I will speak to Marshal Earp
and Sheriff Masterson.
Pony soldiers
take you.
- Yes, but they made a mistake.
The Lieutenant is new.
That's one of the Dry
Gulchers, that corporal.
- No!
All right, k*ll
him now, Mr. Earp.
- No, the law
will hang him.
- Sergeant, disarm
this Indian.
- Better not, sir.
- What?
- Young Wolf has enough
men to whip us,
otherwise he wouldn't
have come in to powwow.
I was wrong in
advising Lieutenant
to arrest Mr. Earp
and Mr. Masterson.
- If these men are
what they claim to be,
they have no business being
friendly with Indians.
I am not intimidated by
threat of Indian ambush.
I order you to
arrest this man.
- Don't be a fool!
If anyone lays
hands on him,
you'll get a volley
from Winchesters
that'll knock out
this column!
- I'm in command here!
- Before you do that, sir,
listen to your sergeant.
- The Lieutenant is
forgetting Corp. Higgins.
I think you should
put him under arrest
and let Marshal Earp
talk to Young Wolf.
- Very well.
Arrest Higgins.
- Yes, sir.
- Mr. Earp!
You will talk
to the Indian.
You'll tell him
that it's my duty
to escort him and his men
back to the reservation.
I don't care what
strength he has!
I'll do my best
to do my duty!
- Yes, sir.
And you're... you're in
real trouble, Young Wolf.
You could cut this
little outfit to pieces,
but the Army'd send a half
a regiment after you.
- What about Gulcher?
- Well, I think I can make a
deal with the Lieutenant.
You agree to go back
to the reservation,
and he agrees to
surrender that man to me.
- Then you hang him.
Mr. Brother's death
must be repaid.
- Well, not right now.
I've already got one
of them in jail.
This one'll make . I want
all of them to hang.
Mr. Brother was my friend
and he was your blood brother.
I don't forget that.
- They'll all hang from
the same gallows, Young Wolf.
- I must watch.
- Yes.
- Good.
- Wait here.
- And if I'm not Corp.
Higgins, who am I?
Earp's got no evidence!
He and his Injun pals
are trying to frame me!
- We'll see.
Yes?
- Lieutenant...
Young Wolf promises to
return to the reservation
if you'll surrender
this fake corporal to me.
- Have you any proof
that he's a fake?
- Sheriff Masterson
identified him
as being with other
Gulchers at the Forks.
- It's his word
against mine.
- I don't see any Indians.
Young Wolf could be bluffing.
- Young Wolf?
The Lieutenant would
like to see your men.
[ Shouting in Cheyenne ]
[ In Cheyenne ]
- If the Lieutenant will
ask for my opinion, sir,
I'd say we'd all be
dead in about minutes.
- I can estimate
a military situation.
Sergeant?
- Yes, sir?
- You'll escort
the Indians home.
Mr. Earp, I'll go with you
and Corp. Higgins to Dodge.
I think you have
the wrong man.
- And I should be hearing
from Maj. Dunlap
of nd Cavalry
Headquarters.
This is just
a waste of time!
My original mission was to
arrest the Gulchers,
as you call them.
They're in Texas by now!
- We got of them
sittin' there in a cell.
- Dade won't like your
Corp. Higgins much.
Dade got a slug
in the shoulder,
but there ain't a scratch
on that phony corporal.
- I can't see why you're
peeved at the other fellas.
Soon as I get out of here and
join up with Sam and Rufe,
we'll figure some
way to spring you.
- Sure, you will!
- You blame us because you did
something wrong and got caught?
- You got caught too,
didn't ya?
- Yeah, but I played it smart.
You see, there is a Corp.
Higgins in the nd Cavalry.
He's up north on scout duty.
And I saw a Maj.
Dunlap in Bracos
a couple days ago on leave.
By the time they get it
all straightened out,
I'll be out of here and
on my way to meet the boys.
- No, you won't.
- Why not?
- Never mind.
Just forget it.
- You figurin'
to rat on me?
- Watch it! You'll
bust my shoulder!
- I'm gonna bust
more than that!
- HELP! HELP!
- You won't have
the breath to rat on me!
- Help!
- Hold the door open.
Let him loose!
Now, why was he
tryin' to k*ll ya?
- He ain't in the Army.
His name is d*ck Averill.
He's a Gulcher!
- So are you,
you little rat!
- Well, that's of 'em.
I won't be satisfied
until I get all .
Mr. Brother would
expect it.
♪♪ 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 ♪♪