Holliday in Tombstone
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by Susan M. Ballard
Category: Historical Fiction
Description: John Henry "Doc" Holliday and Wyatt Earp embark on what will be the most tumultuous years of their lives, lives spent in and around "The Town Too Tough to Die," Tombstone, Arizona Territory. Together they face life and death situations, meet new demands and make life altering decisions. Doc Holliday, dentist, gambler and lawman will face these challenges with typical Holliday aplomb. It will be the obstacles he faces in his personal life that will try his very soul. The gunfight near the O.K. Corral with the resulting deaths of three men, weigh heavily on a man already burdened with guilt and remorse. The subsequent murder of Morgan Earp is the last straw. Something has to give and it does. Doc Holliday is swept away into the darkest recesses of a man's soul. Even if he survives the ordeal, will life be worth the living?
eBook Publisher: Treble Heart Books, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: March 2008
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [255 KB]
Reading time: 158-222 min.
August 13, 1881
The posse came across Clanton and his bunch a hundred and ten miles outside of Tombstone, only miles from the Mexican border, in a place named Guadalupe Canyon. These men were hard, hard as the land in which they lived: Bill Lang, Dick Gray, Jim Crane, the one believed to have been involved in, if not responsible for, the murder of Budd Philpot during the Benson stage robbery, Charlie Snow, William Beyers and Harry Ernshaw. In the canyon were also several hundred head of stolen beeves. At the first gunshot they bolted, making it difficult to separate man from beast, making a clear shot almost impossible. The rustlers were up onto their horses, scattering in all directions. It was no help that the battle was joined near dusk. Deepening shadows and uneven terrain, coupled with clumps of brush and stands of mesquite made the task at hand difficult. The battle became a free-for-all.
John Holliday lost sight of the posse members, but that was all right with him. He had Old Man Clanton in his sites. It was almost as if Holliday had developed tunnel vision for he saw nothing and no one save Clanton as he narrowed the gap between them. His horse labored for air, sweating and straining, but Holliday was relentless. He closed in.