My friend and I had taken a journey to the fascinating town of Tombstone. First priority was a couple of pints at the OK Corral Saloon and then off to watch the gunfight in the street. What a show. Except it was a little too real and the guy that was shot had to subdue our screams by showing us little packets of ketchup. Yep, back to the saloon for another pint. Then we went to see the world's largest rose tree. Magnificent. Next, on to Boothill Graveyard. The first monument said:
Then, upon entering, there was a sign that said:
GRAVEYARD IS FULL
There were so many grave markers, we could feel their ghostly presence. The two that stayed in our minds were:
OCT. 26, 1881
We walked over to the OK Corral only to learn the hard way that it was still being used and it took a couple of cowboys to get us out of the herd of cattle they'd just brought in.
Yep, back to the saloon. That's where the wiry old cowboy told us his story.
"Ya ben over to the graveyard, have ya? Well I can tell you what really happened at the OK corral. Earp ran this town, but he was a no good varmit. He'd kill anyone that looked at him wrong and then he'd kill the guys brother just fer fun. Yep, he weren't no good. Earp weren't killed at the corral. No maams. He killed everyone and left town. The posse's still looking fer him. Nope, he just weren't no good. Heck, if'n it weren't fer Earp, there would have been room for me in that graveyard back then. Naw, all I got after he shot me was a shallow, unmarked grave out in the desert. Yep he just weren't no good."
The Challenges were: Monuments We See On Our Journey and Historical Fiction