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* Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp

* Brave, courageous,
and bold *

* Long live his fame
and long live his glory *

* And long may his
story be told *

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[Narrator] As the gypsies
have roamed dailyin
lands through the ages,

so they ventured early
to our Western frontier,

for the West was
horse country,

and the gypsies
were horse traders

and sometimes
horse thieves.

The day came when Wyatt Earp
had to decide which.

[Man]
I don't come all the way
to town unless it's important.

You know that, Bud.

[Second man]
Another good horse
disappeared last night.

It belonged to
George Irons here.

Tell him what
happened, George.

I sent the horse
into town

after supper
with my wrangler Casey.

He stopped
to light a cigar,

and a man wearing a mask
clubbed him.

When I come to,
the horse was gone.

That's the seventh
good animal that's been
stole this fall.

Now, George and I called
you men together

to decide what we're
gonna do about it.

What about the law, Bud?

We're paying this
Marshal Earp pretty good.

This marshal ain't
located one of your
stolen horses.

When there wasn't any law
at all in this country,

we knew how to handle
horse thieving.

[Bud]
And I'm one who
ain't forgotten.

Do you have any idea
who's responsible?

Sure. Casey found this at
the West Fork last night.

That's the mask
the rustler wore.

It's a cheap bandana
dyed black.

I dipped it in
some boiling water

and soaked some of
the dye out.

Here,
take a look at it.

Purple and green
around the edges.

[Bud]
Now, where do
you see folks

wearing purple
and green around here?

[George]
Those gypsy women
out at Cassan's camp.

[Bud]
Seems like we ought to
go out to Cassan's camp

and have a look around,
don't it?

If George Irons'
horse is out there,

we might just knot
this around some
gypsy's neck.

That ought to take care
of horse rustling around
Wichita for a while.

That was our idea in
calling these men together,
wasn't it, George?

That was our idea.

[Bud]
All right. Let's go
out to the corral

and get our horses.

Morning, Mr. Irons,
Mr. Creel.

Morning, boy.

Morning, Marshal.

You riding out
somewhere?

Is that any of your
business, Earp?

I hope it isn't.

Well, it ain't,
so get off my corral gate.

Now look, I know
where you're headed

and why you're
headed there.

I'm gonna ask you to
cool off and think it over.

You aiming to stop us?

Yep.

You hired out to handle
horse thieving,

among other things
around Wichita.

You haven't done it.

So?

So maybe we can
handle it better.

Like stringing up
a gypsy?

Yeah...

if he's the one
that slugged Casey

and stole George Irons'
horse last night.

Well, that would be
murder, Mr. Creel,

the way you're gonna
go about it.

Even if we can
prove he stole
my horse?

Well, you prove it to me,
and I'll put him in jail.

Then you gotta prove it
to the judge.

That's the law.

And this is my corral,

and we're coming in
to get our horses.

I shouldn't wonder
you could do it,
there's enough of you.

But how many
will there be

when you get on
the other side
of this gate?

You can't bluff me, Earp.

I'm not trying to
bluff you, Mr. Creel.

I'm just asking you
to stop and think

whether any horse
you ever rode

is worth a hole
in your shirt.

Or one in yours,
Mr. Irons.

Your family can get
along a lot better
without that horse

than it can
without you.

Are we gonna let him
buffalo us?

Mr. Casey, you want
to be the first one
through the gate?

I ain't gonna let no young
squirt back me down.

Put up that gun.
Give me an even draw.

All right.

Go ahead.

Take him over to
Dr. Briggs' office.

I'm gonna ride out
to the gypsy camp

and see if they got
any strange horses
in their string.

All right, Marshal.

We'll try it your way

just once more.

I'd advise you to
get rid of those guns.

They're a heavy drag
on the ribs.

Cassan.

Hello, Marshal.

Morning, Cassan, Anna.

Good morning,
Mr. Earp.

Would you like
some coffee?

Didn't come for
coffee, thanks.

I'd like to talk.

It's not very much
like the old buffalo
hunting days, is it?

Not much.

Married life kinda
settles a man.

Did you come here
to talk to me about
married life?

No. As a matter of fact,
I'm--

I'm in a little trouble.

I hope I can
help you as you have
often helped me.

I think you can.

How?

Well, by answering
some questions.

Another horse was
stolen last night,

right on the edge of town.

I know. A roan off of
George Irons' ranch.

How do you know about it?

We have ways
of knowing things.

There is no roan horse
on this ranch.

You can look around
if you like.

No, I've already looked.

Cassan,
what do you, uh--

what do you know about
these wagon families
living on your land?

You know I don't discuss
the affairs of my people.

They're not really
your people.

Since you married
a wife from Ohio
and homesteaded this land,

you haven't been
riding with the wagons.

I respect the customs.

Well,
we've got an old custom

in this part of the country

for horse stealing
called hanging.

I don't respect it.

But if the rustling
keeps up, I, uh,

don't know what
I can do about it.

We did not steal
that horse last night.

What about the other six horses
that disappeared lately?

No.

Do you give me your word
as a friend or a gypsy?

A friend.

All right.

But the ranchers
think differently.

The found this mask on
the West Fork Road last night

near where
the horse was stolen.

Gypsies don't need masks
to steal horses.

That proves
we did not do it.

It's an old trick,
Marshal.

Someone tried to throw
suspicion on us.

Suspicion, my eye.

They can use this as
evidence against you.

You would have
had a gang of visitors

carrying guns and ropes
if I hadn't stopped them.

In a gypsy camp,

every gun in
every wagon is loaded.

Cassan, whether you're
my friend or not,

you don't want to pitch
battle against the ranchers.

They'd kill
half your people.

I thank you
for preventing it.

Look, will you help me
find out what's happening
to these horses?

No. I don't dare.

I'll back you up.
I'll make you
my special deputy.

Don't you understand?

The law is an enemy
that hounded the gypsies
in every land.

I cannot work with the law.
It is forbidden.

You mean your own people
would dry-gulch you?

Take your choice.

Here he comes.

All right, Marshal,
did you turn up
my horse?

Cassan said he didn't
steal any horses.

We know all about
you and Cassan, Earp.

He's an honest man,

You back
the gypsies,

and we go on
losing horses,
is that it?

No. But since we don't
know where to go
to find the rustlers,

maybe we can bring
the rustlers to us.

Try staking out
a couple of good animals.

Decoys, eh?

That's right.

Close by town where I can
keep my eye on them.

It might work.

Nothing else has.

Mr. Irons, will you
lend me a couple of
your horses for the job?

Why two and why mine?

Because you raise
the best stock in Kansas,

and because we gotta
stake out something

the rustlers can't
resist stealing.

And the marshal's
office is going to be
watching them?

Yep.

Then you better use
somebody else's horses.

Hold it. I don't think
you meant that, did you?

I don't think you meant
that I'm in on any deal

that might lose you
your horses.

I don't recall saying
you were in on it, Earp.

But I do know valuable
stocks been disappearing

right under your nose.

Make you feel any better

if I appoint you special
deputy for the job?

I've got a ranch
to run, Earp.

What about your
wrangler Casey?

He's been with you
for over nine years.

You ought to trust him.

Casey, you heard
the Marshal's
proposition.

Wanna work with him
a couple of days?

Sure. Why not?

I may get a crack at
whoever slugged me.

All right.

Now, it's to you men's interest
to keep this quiet.

So keep it
among yourselves.

All right.

Casey.

See anything
on the road in?

Jackrabbits.

Nothing moving
around here.

That's where he was, Wyatt,
hiding under that bridge,

the man in the mask
that slugged me.

We've been staked out
here since about dark
waiting for him.

They're playing this one
close to the vest.

Casey, you turn
the horse loose in
that field over there.

I know.
Irons told me.

Had anything to eat?
No.

Well, I'll give you
some dinner.

Go ahead.

Thank you.

[whistling]

It's Bud Creel.
Come on in.

Any sign of him?
No.

The Dutchman wants you
in town, Earp.

Some cowhands are getting
glued in his place.

You want to watch
with Casey?

I don't need nobody.

I'll watch till
my night stage goes out,
just after midnight.

I'll be by later, Casey.

It's Casey.

He's dead.

They got your
horses, too, George.

Yeah, and where's
that marshal?

Forget the marshal.
Let's trail those horses.

How'd you mark
their shoes?

We didn't.

Casey took their shoes off

so whoever stole them
couldn't ride off fast.

It'll be easy
to track them barefoot.

Come on.

Look at those tracks.

They had them tied
out here.

Look at these.

They lead right into
Cassan's camp.

Bud. There he is,
the roan.

Right out in the open.

Why, those gypsies--

Take it easy, George.

There's a dozen guns
in that camp.

Hadn't we better
go back to town
and raise some riders?

You can do
anything you like,

but that's
my roan horse.

Him and me go back
to town together.

Giddy-up.

Don't go near that horse
or we'll have trouble.

You two go on
back to town.

What are you doing here?

Earning my wages.

I found Casey dead
about an hour ago.

I tracked your horse
to Cassan's waterhole.

The horse was brought
here before dawn

by someone trying
to make it appear
that we had stolen it.

I wouldn't talk
too much, Cassan.

What you say can be
used against you.

Or against you, Earp.

Yeah. What about George's
other horse, Marshal?

I wouldn't
know about that.

But right now,
if I were you two,

I wouldn't pick
a private fight.

Take a good look
around you.

Do they think they can
take my horse--

Hold it!

They think Cassan's
being framed by the law.

Cassan, tell your people
that I'm not gonna frame you,

that I'm your friend.

And tell them
if they gun us,

half of Wichita
will be out here
on the run.

They'll shoot 'em
like sheep,
burn their wagons.

Shut up, Creel!

Cassan, tell your people
that you're going into town

as my prisoner because
I promised you justice.

Tell them they've gotta
back my play.

Because with that horse
being found on your camp,

if you don't
go in town with me,

I can't keep you
from a lynching.

[speaking Spanish]

All right, you two
go on into town.

We'll be right behind you.

Hyah.

Get your things.

Cassan, trust me.
It's the only way.

[knock on door]

Who is it?

Anna Cassan.

Sit down.

[window shatters]

You took a big chance
coming here tonight.

Gypsies aren't too popular.

I thought the town
was asleep.

Well, the town's not gonna
be sleeping on this one.

Anna, I'm sorry.

I can't let you
see Cassan.

Oh, I understand.

I had to bring him
his supper.

He'll only eat
gypsy food.

Yeah, I know.

I told him if he'd
just starve to death,

it might save us
a lot of trouble.

Why, this isn't a joke,
Mr. Earp.

I came here
for something else.

I had to warn you.

About what?

Some of the ranchers
are planning

to break into jail
and take Cassan.

You know that? How?

I-- I can't tell you.

Well, how can I believe you?

When a gypsy woman reads
the ranch wives' fortunes,

she learns a lot more
than she tells.

You've got to stop them,
Mr. Earp.

On my word, the gypsies
didn't steal those horses.

Cassan is innocent.

Well, you're his wife.
You'd say that.

It's true.

You know he's not
a horse thief.

You're his friend.

You can't let them
hang him.

Now look, Anna,
there's only one of me.

There'll be a hundred of
those jug-crazy cowhands.

If they start here, I don't
know if I can stop them.

The rancher's wives
thought it might
be tonight.

The necktie party?

I better sleep here
in the jail, then.

Why, you'd give
your life for him,
wouldn't you, Mr. Earp?

Look, Anna, if you wanna
save your husband,

you better get your people
to try and find out who
stole those horses.

We'll try to find them.

And tell them
this much for me:

They're not doing
the law a favor.

Cassan's their blood.
It's him they're helping.

You better go on home.

Take the alley. I think
you'll be all right.

I can't go with you.

Thank you, Mr. Earp.

Good night, Anna.

Wyatt. Things are kinda
piling up on you.

Uh-huh.
They're really piling up.

They say they'll force
your resignation
if Cassan doesn't hang

or if one more
horse is stolen.

Well, one more horse
has been stolen.

What?

A roan belonging
to George Irons,

the evidence against Cassan.

But that horse was
in your custody,

locked in
your stable.

I know it. Last night, when
while I was on guard duty,

somebody pried
the steel bar off the stable,

and the roan's gone.

Where were your
deputies?

I only had
two of them yesterday.

Listen, I'll serve, Wyatt,
if you wanna swear me in.

No.

One gun more or less
wouldn't make any difference

if they come
for Cassan tonight.

You think they'll try?
Yeah.

I guess they'll be here
sometime this afternoon

asking
for my resignation

for not being able to stop
somebody from stealing a horse

that was placed
in my custody,

and I can't say
I blame them.

Well, I can.

No. All they know is that
they were brought up

believing that the only way
to stop horse stealing

was to hang some man.

[gunshots]

They're breaking windows,
trying to decoy me outside.

Don't worry.
I won't leave the jail.

I can pick up glass
off the streets, but not blood.

[knock on door]

Get away
from that window.

[knocking]

[gunshots continue]

Open up!
[knocking]

Who's there?
It's me, Murdoch.

You're wanted over
at Doctor Briggs'.

You know I can't
leave here.

It's Cassan's wife.
She's hurt.

Some drunken cowhand
turned over her wagon.

She says she's gotta
talk to you.

You stay here.

Lock the door
behind me.

He's leaving the jail.

Keep your eyes on him.
I'll report to Bud Creole.

Go around the back.

Your men are getting
liquored up all over town.

We can't hold them
much longer,
Earp or no Earp.

Bud, Earp just
left the jail.

Which was is he heading?

I don't know, but they're
watching him on every corner.

All your men are waiting
for is a signal.

Let's give it to them.

Marshal went into
Dr. Briggs' office
and came right out.

He's walking down the street
and headed this way.

Well. Boys, I believe
Earp's come to his senses,

coming down here
to make a deal.

Jinks, if he steps inside,
bolt the door behind him.

I'll go out back
and lock my stable door.

Then we'll have him boxed

while the hands go
to work on the jail.

The welcome committee,
huh?

Every man
that lost a horse.

Well, that's good.

Except Bud Creel.
Where's he?

Just back
in the stables.

He'll be right in.

Maybe I better
talk to him there.

Alone.

I'd stay out of it
if I were you.

Well, Mr. Earp.

So you're quitting on
your gypsy partner.

No, not just yet.

What'd you come
down here for,

resign or
make a deal?

I came down here
to get George Irons' horse.

You mean the one
someone stole

right out of your
own stable last night.

You stole that horse,
Mr. Creel.

Me?
That's right, you.

Only you haven't had time
to run him out of town yet.

Ha!

He's accusing me of
rustling those horses.

That's right.

You hid them out
here in this stable

until your
night stage left.

Then your drivers
ran him south.

That's how all your
stock has been
disappearing, gentlemen.

Right down the open trail.

And Mr. Creel's
stage man.

At night
and under harness

when nobody'd even think
to look for a stolen horse.

You got no proof
of that, Earp.

I guess you'll be
surprised to know
I got it from the gypsies.

From the gypsies?
That's right.

Last night, they spotted
your two stolen horses

at Creel's first
relay station south.

I just got the word.

And you'll take the word
of a lying gypsy?

That's no proof.

The proof's right
under our nose...

only we couldn't see it.

Somebody get his gun.

There's your roan,
Mr. Irons.

He killed Casey,

then he sent those
two horses of yours
out of town

pulling the night stage.

Then he planted
the roan horse
at the gypsy camp

where we found it.

The game was going
so good,

he got a little
greedy last night.

He had to steal it
back from you.

And he was holding it
in this blind stall

for his late-stage
run tonight.

That's right.

He figured tonight
would be an easy one,

with the whole town
busy hanging a gypsy.

You men
give me a hand.

We'll take him over
to Dr. Briggs.

Then to jail,
Mr. Creel.

[mob outside chattering]

What's happened?

I got a more
important customer.

I gotta turn you out.

You are not quitting
on me, are you, Marshal?

What about that
mob outside?

Anna cleared you, Cassan.

She's waiting inside.

Go on, get in there.

[locks door]

Yeah, what about
that mob outside, Earp?

They're liquored up,
and they're carrying
the rope.

You ought to know.
You gave it to them.

Yeah, listen.

They're sure hankering
for a horse thief.

Uh....

you're not gonna
let them come in and
get me, are you, Earp?

No. That'd still be
murder, Mr. Creel.

What are you
gonna do?

I guess I'll just have to
sleep another night in jail.

Good night.

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* [humming]

* 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

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