Showdown in Tombstone
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While the morning sun reddened nearby rocks and hills, deer grazed Duck's yard. The fawns were more of a grayish color than the light-brown whitetails that browse the upper Michigan woods. High overhead, a tethered white balloon of the U.S. Border Patrol monitored the surrounding hills and desert landscape. Apparently its cameras can detect and track movement or read a license plate more than fifteen miles away. After a morning cup of coffee, we went to Bonny's Bar which opened at ten. By noon, we were on our way to nearby Tombstone with Marge, Duck's girlfriend, at the wheel.
I knew that I would be coming to Tombstone day after tomorrow for the TravBuddy meet-up but Duck and Marge insisted on showing me the local sights outside the bars - or at least between them.
A ruckus was taking place on the upper end of main street as we exited Kate's. The Earp brothers, along with Bat Masterson, were arguing loudly with the Clanton boys. Shopkeepers, cowhands, stage-coach drivers, and visitors all lined the wooden sidewalks, drawn to the commotion. The mob shouted back and forth, holstered six-guns on their hips, ever at the ready with coats pulled aside. Threats flew and tensions rose. Even tied up horses watched the growing disturbance, their eyes bulging in nervous fear. Kicked up dust stirred the air as tempers soared, hot as the Arizona sun. Who would go for their gun first? The wild west came very much alive right before our eyes and the uproar put all observers directly into the scene. Wyatt Earp shouted at saloon girls to get back inside and at others to mind their own business. The group slowly made its way toward the OK Corral and the rest is history.