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 ♪♪
- Marshal Earp had captured
of the Dry Gulchers
wanted for the slaying of Mr.
Brother, his good Indian friend.
The fourth and final
man, Rufe Prentice,
eluded pursuit and fled to
the protection of Crump Elliot,
a notorious horse
and cattle thief.
Wyatt, with
Sheriff Bat Masterson,
faced a dangerous problem:
Old Man Elliot's
daughter Blanche,
was in love with Prentice.
For the first time in the long
chase after the Dry Gulch g*ng,
a woman threatened to make
matters complicated
and deadly.
- It's all right.
It's Mr. Prentice.
We know him, Andy.
Who shot you, Rufe?
- Talk later.
- Lend him a hand.
I'll call Poppa and the boys.
Poppa isn't going to
like this, you coming here.
He's got enough
trouble on his hands.
- You going to
run me off, honey?
- I tried that several times,
but you always come back.
Bleedin' from a g*n fight,
or with John Laws after you.
A no-good bushwhacker.
I should hate you.
- That's right.
You should.
Just how do you feel
about me, Blanche?
- You and Poppa don't
deserve feelings.
But I guess I don't want
to see either of you hanged.
- Heh heh!
Now that's something!
- Yes, isn't it?
My life is rich with
lovin' and being loved.
[ Footsteps ]
Shut up. Let me
handle Poppa.
- Andy didn't
have to tell me.
Three bells from the porch
and blood on the ground...
You're a fool if you think
you can hide here again.
We don't want you.
- Now, Mr. Eliot--
- Shut up!
He has a bone smashed in his
leg and the law is after him.
Where is he going to run to?
- Not here. I told
him the last time.
- All right, you told him.
I'll drive you to
the nearest doctor.
- And have a posse
following you? Oh, no.
Push off by yourself, gulcher.
You can ride, and
you know the trails.
- All right. If you say so.
- I'm going with him.
- I said no.
- You don't say that to me.
We'll go out and
hitch up a rig.
The boys won't sh**t at me.
- Pullin' a g*n on
your own father!
Choosin' between me and a
low-down dry gulchin' hoodlum!
Well, I reckon this
is the end of it all.
- Yes, dear noble Poppa.
- Blanche, you're
tearin' my heart out!
- I'll bury it with
Momma's and mine.
Go on, Rufe.
- No.
You win. He can stay.
But not in my ranch house.
Please baby, we can't stand no
ringin' out from the law now.
Cattleman's Association
been complainin'
about rustlin' around here.
- What an injustice!
- That's enough!
Rufe will stay
in the bunkhouse.
- Sure, baby.
That's fine.
That's just fine.
- Look at that blood.
Prentice got winged.
- He's bleedin' pretty bad.
Reckon he made it
to Crump Elliot's?
- That hoodlum could make it
all the way to Elliot's ranch
with a pint of blood.
Come on, let's find
ourselves a cave.
- Cave?
Aren't we gonna ride in
there and take Prentice?
- Mr. Masterson, I've almost got
you k*lled a couple of times.
From here on in we play it safe.
- Oh sure!
- Well, as safe as we can.
I want to take Prentice alive.
That means we got to thin
out all the Bar riders,
try to get enough evidence
to arrest Elliot
for horse-thievin'.
- I thought we came
after Prentice?
- He'll keep a couple of hours.
Anyway, you're forgetting
Miss Blanche Elliot.
Captain Langley told us she was
sweet on Prentice, remember?
She might be able to help.
Looks like a good
camp over there.
Come on, we'll get to work.
- What's all the rush about
gettin' to the doctor?
- You know I can't take
bone spinters out.
They'll start
amortification by tonight.
- Before then, we'll be fightin'
off a posse from Dodge.
- You have only
two trails to watch.
If you take my advice,
you'll let loose those
horses in the corral.
Then you won't have
any evidence on hand.
- Posse won't be after me.
- Suit yourself. I'll
be back before sundown.
- Give me that.
Tie him up.
Put him on his horse.
There are two more
riders in the gully.
Lift 'em!
Tie and gag 'em.
[ Wagon approaching ]
There's a wagon coming.
Put 'em back with
that other man.
Hold it!
Don't try that.
Give me that.
- Who are you?
- My name's Earp, Miss Elliot.
I'm the marshal of Dodge City
and a deputy of the
United States marshal.
Any other questions?
- No.
- Then it's my turn.
I'm looking for a
Mr. Rufe Prentice.
Charge of m*rder.
- I don't know him
and I haven't seen him.
- Oh?
Well, Captain Langley
of the Texas Rangers
tells me that you're
engaged to Rufe.
We followed a blood trail
to your ranch boundary.
- Well, I haven't seen him.
Why don't you ride on in to
the ranch and ask my father?
I have an errand in town.
- You need a doctor?
- For what? I'm healthy.
- Yeah, I can see that.
But I want you to
keep Prentice alive.
Here...
You might need that.
Mighty lonesome country.
- Thoughtful of you, Marshal.
- Is anybody watching the
east boundary, Mr. Elliot?
- Well, sure!
Spencer and Draves and
Morgan are out there!
- Well, I couldn't find 'em!
- What? That lazy scum!
Probably layin' in
the shade somewhere.
Go fetch Andy. We'll ride
out to the horse corral.
- Yes, sir.
- All right, get off.
- [Bat]: Let's go.
- Come on!
Come on, move.
- Mmph!
- You leave the gags on.
Tie off their legs.
I'll hide the horses.
- Wait. I think this
one'll talk.
- Mmph!
- Oh? Come here.
All right, now what
do you want to say?
- Mr. Elliot told me
this was a cattle outfit,
but I found out different.
He's stealin' horses!
- Oh? How do you
know he steals horses?
- I know where the corral
is where he keeps 'em in.
He runs off young colts
before they're branded,
and then puts his own
Bar brand on 'em.
- Where's the corral?
- What happens to me, Marshal?
- You point out the corral
and you can take off.
- That's fair enough.
- You go tie 'em up,
and then we ride.
- Right.
- Come here.
- Where's the guard
on this pen?!
- Here I am, boss!
- Oh, Dunfey.
You seen Spencer or
Draves or Morgan?
- No, sir. They're right
in line, ain't they?
- Well, Pete couldn't find 'em!
Somethin' q*eer goin' on here.
I think we better cut out
the branded stock
and turn 'em loose.
- They're worth a hand
and a quarter a piece.
- Blanche said
turn 'em all loose.
I don't agree, but she's
usually right.
We'll cut out the branded stock.
- There's the horses I was
telling you about, Marshal.
And there's Mr. Elliot
and of the boys.
- All right, you get
out of here real fast.
- I sure will.
- Cuttin' out some
of the horses.
- Yeah.
Let's get down there.
- Come on! Git! Ya!
- Hey!
- Drop 'em, Dunfey!
Pete! Andy! Get 'em!
- [Bat]: Go ahead and reach!
- Don't reach, Elliot.
- I ain't soft-hearted
like Marshal Earp.
- You're a horse
thief, Mr. Elliot.
- You got no proof
these horses ain't mine.
- Don't waste my
time acting stupid.
Now, where you hiding Prentice?
- You find him!
- Don't worry.
Now you get down off that fence!
Keep your hand
away from that g*n!
We'll take 'em over to
the cave. Start walkin'.
- Where are your horses?
- Over there.
- Go get 'em!
- Whoa! What are you doing?
Come on!
- Well Ma'am, I'm glad
the doctor was in.
- What's the trouble, Marshal?
- Miss Blanche wants you
to look after a man
that's wanted for m*rder.
Now, that's all right with me,
but I have to ask the lady
to come with me
for a few minutes.
Her father wants to see her.
- You're lying!
- You did considerable
truth-stretching yourself!
Now you go along with
the marshal or I go back.
- No! I'll do what he says.
- Doc, you go on into the ranch.
She'll meet
you there later.
Follow me.
Miss Elliot, we arrested your
father for stealing horses.
You know what that means
in this part of the country?
- Get to the point.
- I thought you might like to
trade Mr. Prentice for your dad.
- I won't make a
choice like that.
- Yes, you will.
Mr. Masterson and I will
give you half an hour
to make up your mind.
- And what if you
don't hear from me?
- In that case we'll have
to go into the Bar
and take Mr. Prentice and your
father will have to stand trial.
You think it over, Miss Elliot.
- Mmph!
- That marshal's holding
Poppa for horse stealing
and he's got some
of the boys too.
- Earp wants to make a deal?
- Yes.
You in exchange for Poppa.
- What did you say?
- What could I say?
Nothing.
But I've to send him
an answer right away.
If I don't, he's going to
come in here after you.
- Let him come.
- I can give you a
minute head start.
- Ah, it's no use, honey.
- Why?
- I've been runnin'
from Earp too long.
He's probably got
my pals already.
Anyway, I'm tired of it.
And I'm not going to spend
the rest of my life
runnin' from him.
Let him come and
get me if he can.
[ Sigh ]
- Well, it'll be
just the two of us.
The rest of the g*ng
has disappeared.
- Well, that's all right too.
Blanche, you can
set him up for me.
I can hide in that
upstairs bedroom,
and you lead him
out that front door.
- It's too quiet.
Either Prentice has
run, or it's a trap.
- Prentice didn't run.
If he had, she'd have sent
word to try and stall us
so he could get away.
- How many g*ns could
she call on, you reckon?
- About two, I guess.
Hers and Prentice's.
- Her poppa had more
men than we took.
- Yeah, I know.
I think they let out.
- Well, we'll soon know.
- No, I'll know.
You're coverin' me.
- From where?
- From as close as you can get.
The reason I'm going
in first, Mr. Masterson,
is because you're too young to
be trusted with Miss Blanche.
- Well, you watch
out for yourself.
That gal's a k*ller.
- I can't believe
she is, really.
If I'm wrong...
Well, it's for
Mr. Brother and Mr. Cousin.
Come on, let's get at it.
[ Horse neighing ]
- Waste of time.
He's been gone
almost an hour.
- He has, huh?
- What are you scared of?
- You.
Let me have that p*stol.
- I haven't one.
- Oh?
Is that your word of honor?
- Yes.
- Miss Elliot, I hear you carry
a . caliber Derringer
in the pocket
of your skirt.
- Now that's absurd.
- If you don't give it to me,
I'm going to have to take it.
- If you touch me, I'll-
- Now you also have
a . Colt. Where is it?
- Look for it!
That's the one I intend
to sh**t you with.
- Well, I haven't got
time to look for it.
If you sh**t me,
you sh**t me.
Now let's go look
for Mr. Prentice.
I'll walk first
and you follow me.
Prentice would sh**t
you just to get at me.
- Suit yourself.
- You stay there.
Prentice, come
on out of there!
- Why don't you go
on in after him?
He left. I told you.
- Word of honor again?
- I don't suppose
you'd listen to a deal?
- I'm listenin'.
- Rufe Prentice is
nothing to me anymore.
I just don't want him k*lled.
Does that seem
so strange to you?
- No.
- I guess all I want
now is no k*lling.
To get away from here.
- First you hide out
a g*n to sh**t me,
now you want us to be
real friendly, hmm?
Is the g*n in here?
- No, but we'll find it!
- Where's Prentice?
- Keep lookin', Marshal.
- I will.
No smell of carbolic
from the doctor's work,
so Rufe hasn't been in here.
- Bright of you.
Don't move!
I told you we'd find the g*n.
- All right, go ahead.
- No. I don't like killin'.
Rufe will take care of that.
This time you go first.
Back to the house.
- No.
You do the sh**ting.
- All right. Why shouldn't I?
Rufe's got enough
blood on his hands.
Rufe, I've got him!
He's in the barn, Rufe!
- Prentice!
Halt!
- Oh, Rufe!
I tried!
- Wyatt! She could
have k*lled you!
- No.
The lady doesn't
believe in k*lling.
Well, she made her choice.
She saved one of 'em.
I'll turn her father loose.
- Now we got to tow Prentice
all the way back to Dodge.
I could have saved
us the trouble,
but you wanted him alive.
- That's right.
Alive.
I wanted all the
Dry Gulchers alive.
I'm real sorry, Miss Blanche.
If you do want to
leave this place,
we'll help you find
a job somewhere.
- No. Thank you.
I'd hate it anyplace!
[ Crying ]
- Mr. Earp promised,
let us watch men hang.
- It's my fault, Young Wolf.
He was not there himself.
I could see he did not
want us there either.
It would look like vengeance.
- What is wrong
with vengeance?
- Marshal Earp says
the law punished them for
the m*rder of Mr. Brother.
That's enough.
Come. He is waiting.
And no more argue
about vengeance.
Marshal Earp is deacon
in white man's church.
- What is deacon?
- Uh, some sort of honest
and respected Christian.
- Hmm.
♪♪ 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 ♪