Sunday morning we left the dog and Tucson (after we’d wandered by the Hotel Congress where a fire led to John Dillinger’s arrest—arrest—he was shot later in Chicago) and headed south.
Tombstone! Like the movie.
The Tombstone courthouse
The gallows in the courthouse’s backyard. I think the moral of this story is that even if you’re tried and set free, the mob can still capture and hang you. (It happened once.)
The O.K. Corral still exists, with reenactments of the gun fight every two hours.
The original fight featured “Virgil Earp, 38 years old, Tombstone City Marshal (Chief of Police) and Deputy U.S. Marshal. Armed with a six-gun, he called out, ‘Throw up your hands!’ Virgil was shot through the calf of the right leg by William (Billy) Clanton;” “Morgan Earp, 30 years old, a Deputy City Marshal appointed by Virgil Earp. Armed with a six-guy, he shot Billy Clanton. Morgan was shot through the shoulders—the bullet entering the right shoulder, passing across the back, and exiting the left shoulder;” “Doc Holliday, 29 years old, a Deputy City Marshal appointed by Virgil Earp. He killed Tom McLaury with a blast from a shotgun given to him by Virgil only moments before the fight. Doc was wounded in the hip;” and “Wyatt Earp, 33 years old, a Deputy City Marshal appointed by Virgil Earp. Armed with a six-gun, he shot Frank McLaury, and was the only one not hit in the gun battle.”
Morgan Earp and Doc Holliday wander over to talk to Virgil, who was on his cell phone.
This is now the Red Buffalo Trading Company, but was the “original site of Campbell and Hatch Saloon and Billiards. Morgan Earp murdered here while playing pool in 1882.”
Bisbee, not far from Tombstone. I think it exists because of a copper mine.
(Is that an Arizona Jeep?)