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Shelley, Jon, Jessie, and Garrett strode the mean streets of Tombstone, taking on the worst gunslingers that the west could offer.

You can see from the postcard to the left who won the gun battle. (Run your mouse over the postcard for the message on back)

Okay, maybe it wasn't as thrilling as mano e mano, but the bullets were still flying when Garrett pulled the trigger inside the historic OK Corral museum

The OK Corral is the heart of Tombstone, as shown on the postcard to the left. You know the routine, run your mouse over the postcard to read the back side. Jon and Shelley and their sidekicks walked in the footsteps of the Earps and Clantons at the OK Corral

	Ed Schifflin, left, was the prospector who founded Tombstone in the 1880s. Moody Joe, right, is the gunslinger who reenacts the famous gunfight every day. He plays Billie Clanton. Must be a bummer to die every day. Reminds me of the saying "a coward dies a thousand deaths..." Guess the same applies to bad actors. I think good ol' Ed with his rusty rifle could take him, and he looks like he wants to, right after he takes another hit of courage from his canteen.

Jessie James and Garrett: The Bad A**es of the Badlands Garrett is Marshall of these here parts -- step aside Earps and Doc Holliday
The good guys don't wear white hats in Tombstone	Wyatt, right, does a double take in checking out the new Marshall G.

	Okay, I'm no expert here, but this story, provided at a "crib" in the OK Corral, just sounds a little too logical to be true. And who's watching the train?
This picture of a crib in Tombstone is a complete fluke. My apologies to Jessie, who showed up in the mirror. [This is where we fade in music from the Twilight Zone]

Fast Times at Tombstone High Camillus Fly was Tombstone's photographer in the 1880s. Much of the history of that time comes from his photographs of the places and players of the day. Here are a couple of his photos, showing that life could be hard for folks living in the wild west.
Geronimo was the tribal chief of the Apaches	Poke-in-hontas was the, well, you get the idea if you read the plaque

The wild west of the movies, left, almost looks tame compared to the real ending for some of the area's bad guys, like John Heath, below, an accomplice to a Bisbee store robbing and killing. This was justice doled out by disgruntled townfolk.

I would never call my in-laws wooden, but I'll let this picture speak for itself. By the way, Shelley, wrong hand.

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