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WyattWyatt Earp-he walks with a sixshooter under his long, black coat. Sometimes they paid in whiskey, sometimes the women love when the cowboys show. He feared Doc Holiday, the afflicted "lung-er." Wyatt and Doc came walking down the street, the Clantons they would meet. They shot eachother, and survived, Billy remained seated-loved by women everywhere. An actress was the reason for the fight, as the sun set over Tombstone, AZ.
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Kristina Hellgren
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