#johnny ringo tombstone movie

[notthatnoodle]

Little Ringo study from some months ago <3

[dailycowperson]

The Cowperson of the Day is: Johnny Ringo from Tombstone (1993)!

Suggested by: Anonymous!

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[entropyfox]

“VENGEANCE IS HEREBY MINE”

This is a short one but I feel like it makes a lot of sense.

The carvings on Micah’s revolvers obviously, naturally, pose the question “what does he need vengeance for”?

Micah isn’t the first case. And I think there’s a semblance of similarity between Micah’s case and the other case.

Let me introduce you to: Johnny Ringo.

I’m taking this dialogue from the 1993 western movie “Tombstone”.

“What makes a man like Ringo, Doc? What makes him do the things he does?”

“A man like Ringo got a great empty hole right through the middle of him. He can never kill enough or steal enough or inflict enough pain to ever fill it.”

“What does he need?”

“Revenge.”

“For what?”

“Bein’ born.”

Essentially, in some way, they’re just the same.

They crave vengeance, for seemingly no reason. For merely existing, because it pains them. Because they see no point in it. Because something’s missing within them.

Yes Johnny is my favorite. Micah is also one of my favourites. Everything in life is connected if you want it to be.

Watch Tombstone 1993 if you haven’t and if you liked the Red Dead Redemption storyline. You won’t regret it. And if you like it let me know.

[cowboys-of-tombstone]

The Johnny Ringo desk friend has been completed! I love how the photos turned out, they remind me of the end of the movie just before his duel with Doc Holliday. x3 It was a blast making this and I hope you guys liked it too. This little guy is now for sale at me and my boyfriend's shop!🖤🐉

[friendshipgun]

another one i wrote for smallfandomfest, this one for the prompt "Doc/Johnny Ringo, It's not living if you're not living dangerously."

if you're a cowboy enjoyer and interested in this one but unfamiliar with the movie, you can get a lot of the context from this one 4 minute scene.

Title: dis manibus Fandom: Tombstone (1993) Pairing: Doc Holliday/Johnny Ringo Rating: Explicit Excerpt:

And then Holliday looked up, near-startling Johnny out of the anger that’d started fomenting, and from under those sweat-damp bangs said, “What about you? You’re looking a little red there, Johnny Ringo. Have I got your blood up?”

[txmbstone]

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howdy ! i’m mads (i also go by ringo on this platform) and i run this little corner here for the cowboys of tombstone (though it might not be just limited to the cowboys) ! i am from the always sunny state of arizona and i would throw down for johnny ringo. if you have any questions for anything i write for/may write for or are interested in, please don’t hesitate to send in an ask !

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[famousnerdtragedy]

Outlaws' Embrace: The Untold Story of Elizabeth and Johnny

1993 Tombstone movie fanfiction

The sun hung low over the arid plains of Tombstone, casting long shadows across the dust-choked streets. The Earp brothers—Wyatt, Virgil, and Morgan—were legends in their own right, feared by outlaws and respected by lawmen. But there was a secret they guarded fiercely: their half-sister, Elizabeth Earp.

Elizabeth was a striking beauty, her black hair flowing like a midnight river, her honey-colored eyes holding secrets deeper than the canyons. She had the same grit as her brothers, the same fire burning in her veins. But she was different—a wild spirit that defied the rigid rules of the West.

Doc Holliday, the consumptive gambler and gunslinger, was smitten with Elizabeth. He’d watch her from the shadows of the saloon, nursing his whiskey and tracing the rim of his silver cup. Doc was a man of death, but Elizabeth was life—a paradox that both fascinated and terrified him.

Wyatt, the marshal with a steely gaze, noticed the glances exchanged between Doc and Elizabeth. He’d seen too much bloodshed, too many lives cut short. He wanted to protect her, keep her away from the darkness that clung to men like Doc. But Elizabeth was no damsel; she could handle herself.

Virgil, the quiet deputy with a hawk’s eye, was torn. He knew Doc’s demons intimately—the coughing fits that wracked his frail frame, the ghosts that haunted his whiskey-soaked dreams. But he also saw the way Elizabeth’s laughter could pierce the silence, how her touch could soothe even the deepest wounds.

And then there was Johnny Ringo—the outlaw with ice in his veins. He rode into town like a storm, his black hat pulled low over his eyes. Johnny was a man of few words, but his gaze lingered on Elizabeth. He saw the fire in her, the untamed spirit that matched his own.

Elizabeth fell for Johnny—the outlaw who rode the edge of darkness. Their love was a tempest, fierce and consuming. They’d steal kisses in the moonlight, whisper promises against the howling wind. But Wyatt and Doc were relentless—they’d seen too many women lost to the West, too many graves dug by their own hands.

One night, as the stars blinked to life, Elizabeth and Johnny made a pact. They’d fake their deaths, vanish into the desert like shadows. Wyatt and Doc would mourn, rage, but they’d let her go. Elizabeth kissed her brothers’ foreheads, whispered secrets in their ears. She left her hat on Wyatt’s bed, her Colt Peacemaker on Doc’s nightstand.

The morning after, the town woke to the news: Elizabeth Earp and Johnny Ringo were dead. Wyatt’s eyes were hard, his jaw clenched. Doc’s coughs echoed through the empty saloon. But they never found the bodies—only hoofprints leading into the sunrise.

Elizabeth and Johnny rode together, their horses kicking up dust. They settled in a hidden canyon, where the wind whispered forgotten tales. Elizabeth wore Johnny’s black hat, her eyes scanning the horizon. She’d left her old life behind—the brothers who loved her, the gambler who haunted her dreams.

But sometimes, when the moon hung low, Elizabeth would trace the scar on her palm—the one Doc had given her during a drunken brawl. She’d wonder if Wyatt still wore her hat, if Doc still whispered her name in the dark. And Johnny would pull her close, kiss away her doubts.

The West was a graveyard of dreams, a place where legends were born and buried. Elizabeth and Johnny became one—a gunslinger and an outlaw, riding the edge of eternity. And somewhere, in the heart of Tombstone, Wyatt and Doc would raise their glasses to the memory of the half-sister they’d lost.

[squeakyfir]

I'm your huckleberry (Tombstone 1993) (Doc Holliday)

Description:

The joys of modern inventions and miracles are often taken for granted. Your hungry or thirsty? Get something from the fridge or make it. You need to go somewhere? Drive or call an uber. Your hurt? Go to the doctor.

Your bored? Watch a movie, play video games, watch videos on the internet, talk to people without ever leaving your house.

Some much time is in our hands... but back in the 19th century... you wouldn't last very long.

Diseases are rampant, gun violence is higher, no modern technology, barely any good medicine, almost all of your favorite food doesn't exist and most of the people are rude as hell. But... That doesn't mean all of them were so bad. Love was not something most people in this time really cared about. At least, in the town of Tombstone, Arizona.

After falling asleep with a nice looking stone you bought at a small stand at the carnival, your whole world becomes the opposite. Six people from the past discover you unconscious and alone in the blistering heat and offer help but it was their help that let you meet the most amazing man you've ever met.

John Henry "Doc" Holliday.

Chapter 13

Previous ~ Next

Some time went by and you weren't keeping track anymore. You just accepted that this is how things will be. You had saw a man you thought was a friend get murdered and you had taken a life away by technicality and it was starting to take effect on you. You could feel yourself slipping from innocence but with the Earps and Doc being beside you, it made you keep some of it. They didn't want you to lose it since your happiness made them happy and it wasn't easy for them to admit that to you. Doc especially made sure you were alright and started to spoil you a bit.

It was nice but you didn't want to turn into a spoiled brat but he didn't seem to care. If your happy, he's happy and that was something he never knew he could be capable of. Even with all the time spent, you not once ever told Doc that he was your soulmate. You had tried a couple of times but it didn't get past your lips and you still had the stone you purchased. Right now, you were with Doc as he was getting his moustache trimmed and you were seated beside him examining the stone once again. Neither you or Doc spoke and just enjoyed the calmness.

But a familiar voice had caught your and Doc's attention. "Hello Billy"! It was Wyatt who spoke and Morgan and Virgil were with him, walking up the street. "I said hello-"

"It's deputy and I don't want to talk to you"! Billy sounded angry and took on a defensive stance. "Those men you killed were my friends. I'm just a nobody but if I wasn't, I'd fight you right now so I don't want to talk to you". Billy said and walked away. "All they ever did was laugh at him" Wyatt said. You stopped paying attention to their conversations but a familiar voice was heard that recaptured your, Docs and the Earps attention. "Sister boy should've stuck around". It was Johnny Ringo.

"What do you want, Ringo" Virgil asked and keeping his hand on his gun.

"I want your blood. And I want your souls. And I want 'em both right now". The way that Ringo was talking sounded as if he was drunk but still knew what he was talking about.  "I don't want any more trouble-" Wyatt said.

"Well, Ya got trouble! And it starts with you" Ringo said, pointing at Wyatt. Wyatt then opened up his coat to reveal he was unarmed and unafraid. "I'm not gonna fight you, Ringo. There's no money in it. Sober up. Come on boys". Wyatt and his brothers were about to walk away but Ringo kept speaking and you noticed that Doc stood up from the barber seat with a gun in his hand, hidden behind his back. "Wretched slugs! Don't any of ya have the guts to play for blood"!

"I'm your huckleberry".

The Earps and Ringo looked over at Doc as he stood on the porch with his hand behind his back. "That's just my game". Doc walked down the step of the porch, into the street to face Ringo and you stood up as well, afraid something was about to happen and the Earps saw you as well. Morgan motioned for you to stay on the porch. "Alright, lunger. You go to hell. I'll put you out of your misery"!

"Say when"!

It looked as if Doc and Ringo were about to actually fight and you jumped off the porch to stop them but more cowboys came out to stop Ringo and Wyatt got a hold of you before you could intervene. As the cowboys were pulling Ringo away, much to the frustration of Ringo, the Earps formed a protective line in front of you and Doc. "Don't mind him" Curly Bill said as other cowboys were still pulling Ringo away. "He's just drunk, that's all". Curly Bill laughed and caught up with the other cowboys, only for Ringo to break free and to try and get back to the Earps for a fight. "I want them spittin' blood"!

Curly Bill said something to him but you couldn't hear what it was and Ringo was pushed back and managed to accidentally fall and knock over wooden caskets. "I tell ya, boys, even I'm wary of what's gonna happen once Ringo runs this outfit. God have mercy" said Curly Bill.

"My God, they're like a bunch of overgrown toddlers" you said and the Earps and Doc couldn't help but agree. "That's one way of putting it" Morgan agreed. "Gentlemen" Doc said as he returned to the barber seat and with you following him. "(Y/n)". You looked back and it was Wyatt talking to you. "How 'bout a ride later this evening to the pond"?

"No! I'm just kidding, yes"! They all laughed softly and Doc couldn't help but smile as well. The Earps continued on their way and you sat back down on your seat beside Doc. "Barber" Doc said.

"Yes, sir"?

"Proceed, sir". The barber went back to trimming Doc's moustache and relaxing. For the rest of the day, even during the horse ride to the pond, you kept thinking of what Curly Bill might have said to Ringo. Every time you thought of it, you would get nervous for your and your friend's well-being. You knew they wouldn't let the gunfight at the O.K Corral slip by and they had crazy looks in their eyes for revenge. Until then, you better keep your gun on you and pray that you and your friends will be safe.

[curlysgirl0202]

DOC HOLLIDAY AND RINGO'S RIVALRY STORY EXERPT!!!! From the Short Story, Holliday and Ringo: Song of Rivals.

Doc Holliday Angers Johnny Ringo in this scene.

Ringo looks up and slowly nods. He stands, his unreadable poker face staring at the exit. He follows the others out and then sees you walking out of the back wing of the theater. He swallows hard and adjusts his hat, clearing his throat. Curly Bill sees you and then looks at Ringo. Curly chuckles. "Good luck, Juanito, round two!"

Ringo shows a small smile and walks towards you.

You stop walking while Ringo moves closer to you. He can feel his face grow red and flushed by his own shyness. He walks as confidently as he can. He's delighted when you smile at him and you appear more beautiful than he recalls. He tips his hat to you.

"Good evening, YN," Ringo says. He takes his hat off and holds it in his hands, trying not to rock back and forth on his feet, showing his fear.

"It's Johnny, right?" You ask, the smile never leaving your face.

Ringo feels a sense of relief that you offer your consideration even though you only met him once at the hotel restaurant.

"Yes, ma'am," he responds. It's tough for him to say much else because of his nervousness; not just because he doesn't want to endure the humilation Doc would rain over him, but also because each time he sees you, he becomes more smitten with you.

"Well, it's nice to see you, Johnny," you beam.

Ringo to his own surprise smiles back at you, keeping your large liquid eyes in his memory.

"It's real nice to see you. I enjoyed your performance. It was as lovely as you," Ringo remarks, suddenly feeling that hot and flushed feeling. He recalls experiencing similar emotions when the girls at church would turn around to get a glimpse of the mysterious boy called Johnny Ringo.

"A lovely lady like yourself should have an escort," Johnny clears his throat. "I would like to ensure your safety this evening. You may have noticed, it gets wild here, especially at night."

You smile up at Johnny, who you can't help but like; he held himself like an aristrocratic cowboy. He suddenly snaps back from his shyness. "Unless you already have one." Ringo looks at his boots, still holding his hat.

"No, I don't," you convey softly. You shake your head and then glace back at the gentleman gunfighter.

"It would be an honor to ensure your safety." Johnny puts his hat back on and waits for your response. He feels a slow ember of confidence begin to burn in his heart. He knows he's not as sophisticated as Doc Holliday, but Ringo has a charm that is as interesting as it is mysterious.

"Thank you, Mr. Ringo," you finally answer.

"Johnny." He tells you.

You nod and take his arm. Johnny Ringo walks with pride down the street with you, moving towards the shops that line the town. A few jewelry stores, a music shop that sells various instruments, a stationary, small art museum, photography studio and other small boutiques that offer the latest styles and custom dress making and a tailor. Several barber shops also line the street and other clothing stores.

Johnny desperately tries to think of something to say. "It's a lovely evening for a walk through town," he says in a soft voice.

"It is," you answer, not sure what to make of this mysterious gunfighter.

"Let me know where you're headed. I'll make sure you get there safely," Ringo tells you, looking straight ahead.

"Well, you begin. "I'm going to the hotel to rest."

Johnny nods his head and escorts you to the Grand Hotel. He takes his hat off and waits for you to disappear up the stairs and into the lobby. When you're out of sight, he puts his hat on and turns to leave. He stops quickly when he sees Doc Holliday moving towards him, a death grin on his face while blowing smoke from his cigarette.

"Why, Johnny Ringo. I see you made an acquaintance." Doc stops walking and looks Ringo up and down. Ringo is in no mood to fight Holliday and his mind is still spinning from walking with you. The sweet aroma of your perfume is enough to weaken him.

"What's it to you, Holliday?" Ringo inquires, staring the death doctor with as much confidence as he coud muster considering his impaired judgement.

Doc holds his cigarette between his fingers while tapping the handle of his pistol. Johnny's eyes move about, eyeing with wonder how steady Doc's hands were.

"You still thinking you're going to win her affections, don't you, Ringo?" Doc examines his opponent.

"Are you?" Johnny quickly responds.

Doc smiles, while he suddenly grows motionless, still holding his cigarette. Doc's ability to move quickly and gracefully and then turn to stone could distract the steadiest of minds. Including Ringo's.

"Oh, I guess nobody informed you. I had the chance to escort that lovely lady through town and we enjoyed a delightful moment together."

Ringo's eyes narrow in on his nemesis for a moment and confusion begins to surface on his face. He can feel his neck grow hot from his rage.

Doc's expression changes and he begins to grin with an almost child like countenance.

"It turns out, YN enjoys chocolate cake." Doc taps his ivory handled gun. He blows smoke from his mouth, his eyes never leaving Ringo's.

"She also loves cream and sugar in her coffee. I bet you didn't know that, Johnny." Doc winks at Ringo, who turns to leave.

"It was a wonderful moment we two shared together," Doc finishes, still standing motionless.

"And what did Kate think about that?" Johnny retorts.

Doc's smile fades for a moment and Ringo feels a sense of triumph. Women were so scarce in Tombstone, it was unlikely that any man would leave his woman. Being without a woman seemed worse. At the very least, you could sleep next to one and feel the comfort of her touch, knowing all the uncomfortable moments promised more intimate ones.

"Well, you know Kate, Ringo." Doc finally answers.

"Go to hell, Holliday!" Ringo responds, turning to leave.

"I'll let YN know you said hello!" Doc asserts.

Ringo's rage boils over and he pulls his pistol quickly and due to his spinning head, he misses Doc by a hair and then stumbles backwards, almost losing his balance. Doc chuckles with triumph, his composure never shaken. He winks at a frustrated Ringo.

"What the hell is going on here, Ringo?" Wyatt Earp demands, moving closer to the battling gunmen.

"Evidently, Mr. Ringo here cannot hold his liquor well." Doc shakes his head and takes a long drag of his cigarette.

Wyatt and Virgil take Ringo by his arms and force him towards the horse troph where they dunk his head in the dirty water. They pull him out, Johnny gasping for air and cursing the Earp brothers.

"Sons of bitches!" Ringo howls, causing Wyatt to drop Ringo into the water again.

"Cool off, Ringo!" Virgil shouts, slapping Johnny in the back of the head. The lawmen toss Johnny aside and he falls, knocking over two chairs after losing his balance. Ringo spits towards the Earps and Doc smiles, watching Ringo squirm.

"What's this about, Doc?" Virgil demands.

Johnny staggers to his feet and throws himself at Doc, who laughs and moves out of the way with his signature aristocratic gait. He holds back his urge to cough and circles around Johnny, who can barely stand, water dripping from his head.

"Would you have to ask Johnny Ringo. He came at me like a wildcat."

"That's enough, Doc," Wyatt shouts. "I already told you to stay away from Ringo! I don't want anymore trouble!"

Ringo, still soaking wet, stares Doc and the Earps down. He knew he made a fool of himself and hoped you didn't witness any of it and hates the idea of you finding out or worse - Doc Holliday telling you about how Ringo was so drunk and out of control that the law had to cool him off by shoving his head into a horse troph.

"Sleep it off, Ringo!" Virgil demands, showing a look of disgust at Holliday, who seems unaffected by the Earps attitude. Doc takes a whiskey flask from his front pocket. He reveals a death grin to the men there and takes a long swig. He clears his throat, stifles a cough and tips his hat to Ringo, who can barely stand.

"Just give up, Mr. Ringo," Doc warns, backing away. "What will YN think when she learns about this?"

Ringo stands upright and moves to throw a punch at Doc, who quickly moves out of the way, mocking Ringo's clumsiness.

"I said that's enough!" Wyatt shouts as he and Virgil take Ringo to a holding cell located behind the courthouse.

"What the hell am I being arrested for?" Ringo demands.

"Fighting!" Virgil growls back. "Let's go, cowboy. Maybe your friends will bail you out!"

Ringo struggles against the law men, but they overpower him and drag him to the jail. Ringo grabs the prison bars, looks to the ground and curses them.

"You damn self righteous sons of bitches!" Ringo bellows

"You're losing over mind over YN!" Wyatt grumbles, fumbling with the keys. "You and Doc both better give up this conquest of yours. YN isn't going to be with either one of you. It was foolish of you both to enter into this deranged bet."

Ringo sits on the cot and holds his head in his hands. The image of your face enters his mind and he closes his eyes and delights in a whimsical fantasy where you come to his rescue. His ears become flooded with your voice.

"You'll stay in here and cool down, Ringo. I'm sure Curly Bill will be here to make bail as soon as he hears about this. And you tell that idiot we don't want anymore trouble with you cowboys!"

Ringo smiles menancingly at the Earps.

"You're the boss, Earp!" Ringo groans.

"And don't forget it, you reckless son of a bitch!" Wyatt snaps.

Ringo stands and faces Wyatt. Ringo's menacing stare causes Wyatt to back away a few inches. Ringo's eyes showed a fearlessness that bordered on rage.

I should let him rot!

Wyatt thinks.

"Do you understand, Ringo?!" Wyatt growls.

"It's easy to understand men like you, Earp," Johnny grunts.

"I really hate your attitude, Ringo."

Wyatt turns to leave.

"I already told Doc. You two are going to end this ridiculous bet of yours! The both of you are acting like petulant boys."

"Maybe Doc should be in here with me. He's not innocent in this," Ringo snaps. "You wouldn't have to worry about losing money because of his cheating." Ringo backs away from the bars, his face twisting into a sinister smile. "I heard about that fellow in Dodge. Doc cut that poor bastard from his dick to his neck!" Ringo turns and sits on the bed.

"See you for your bail hearing tomorrow morning!" Wyatt shouts before leaving.

Ringo holds his head in his hands.

I wish I never saw her! Ringo screams in his mind.

[notthatnoodle]

I was just doom scrolling Temu and I just...

[mickgaydolenz]

*kicks the shit out of you* oh sorry asia I thought you were someone else....hey have you ever seen Tombstone 1993??????? because ( btw this isn't new I've been in love with this film for four years and it is what made me start writing westerns) YOU SHOULD TOTALLY WATCH IT. it is amazing. kinda gay. in the 19th century. has val killer. johnny ringo whom I've named my guinea pig after (his name is ringo) and also its just amazing because kurt russel is there

but on a serious note asia I love this movie so fucking much it made me love western history so much it kickstarted my passion for writing and watching the movie and going to the actual tombstone is so amazing and I love it so much it has a very special place in my heart

i definitely have not seen it!! not going to lie but….i kind of hate westerns. at least the ones i have seen i’ve had no interest in, but whenever something is described as kind if gay i’m compelled to check it out so i think i’ll have to try and give this a watch

[cowboys-of-tombstone]

I wanted to share the concept sketches my boyfriend had made for the sculptures I created. I just think he did such a good job and they're the cutest things!🥰

Here's some photos of the finished pieces, I couldn't have done it without his amazing concepts, and I'm really proud of what we made.

If you're interested, we put them up for sale on our Etsy.

Curly Bill:

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1545435394/curly-bill-desk-friend-tombstone-movie?click_key=3866a048e1ca06012ac2a46afc309ae5f3f93194%3A1545435394&click_sum=36d9db63&ref=shop_home_recs_1&pro=1&frs=1

Johnny Ringo:

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1540541126/johnny-ringo-desk-friend-tombstone-movie?click_key=99f515944cca9870342eb89b9db010d732948587%3A1540541126&click_sum=6b0a4cda&ref=shop_home_active_12&pro=1&frs=1

[vincentfusco]

Doc Holliday Meets Johnny Ringo ｜ Tombstone 1993 Movie Clip

[squeakyfir]

I'm your huckleberry (Tombstone 1993) (Doc Holliday)

Description:

The joys of modern inventions and miracles are often taken for granted. Your hungry or thirsty? Get something from the fridge or make it. You need to go somewhere? Drive or call an uber. Your hurt? Go to the doctor.

Your bored? Watch a movie, play video games, watch videos on the internet, talk to people without ever leaving your house.

Some much time is in our hands... but back in the 19th century... you wouldn't last very long.

Diseases are rampant, gun violence is higher, no modern technology, barely any good medicine, almost all of your favorite food doesn't exist and most of the people are rude as hell. But... That doesn't mean all of them were so bad. Love was not something most people in this time really cared about. At least, in the town of Tombstone, Arizona.

After falling asleep with a nice looking stone you bought at a small stand at the carnival, your whole world becomes the opposite. Six people from the past discover you unconscious and alone in the blistering heat and offer help but it was their help that let you meet the most amazing man you've ever met.

John Henry "Doc" Holliday.

Chapter 15

Previous ~ Next

There would never be enough tears to let go for what happened two nights ago. Morgan was killed and Virgil lost the use of his left arm. When Doc heard about it he made sure you were ok and helped you and the Earps pack up. You were all leaving Tombstone and Morgans corpse would be taken to California for burial. It would be two days to get to get to Tucson at the train station and they wanted you to come with them but Wyatt had a different idea.

Wyatt had tried to have the cowboys sentenced for this but they were acquitted. Everyone knew they did it but they still got away with it. After the trial, Wyatt was fuming and had taken you and Doc aside. "I'm taking matters in my own hands. I need you both with me". You both agreed but so did Creek Johnson, Texas Jack and the cowboy known as Sherman McMasters. The same cowboy who gave up his title as cowboy the night that Morgan was murdered.

Wyatt was making sure that the wooden coffin of his brother was secured to the back of a wagon and only looked at Doc for a brief moment. You helped Mattie up to the back of the wagon as she then held Louisa close as she was still crying. Across the street was Josephine, who gave a glance to Wyatt and you, then she crossed the street and didn't dare to look back. "And so she walked out of our lives forever" you heard Doc say. Wyatt had gotten on the wagon that held his brothers coffin and you mounted up on Sylvie.

Wyatt started to move out with Virgil in his wagon right behind him and you following closely but Wyatt stopped his wagon in front of some of the cowboys, most noticeably Curly Bill, Johnny Ringo and Ike Clanton, and said, "Just wanna let you know it's over". Virgil stopped his wagon besides Wyatt's.

"Well... Bye" was all Curly Bill said.

"Smell that, Bill" Ringo said. "Smells like someone died". Curly Bill only laughed and you quickly responded with, "You better shut the fuck up, Ringo". Ringo only scoffed as some of the cowboys only raised their brows in confusion and slight shock. Wyatt continued the wagon and so did Virgil as you followed after them. You looked back at Doc for a moment and he gave you a blank stare. You did the same look and continued onward. The plan was simple but what was coming was putting you over the edge.

After two days, you all made it to the train station. Allie was about to guide you on the train but you stepped back. "(Y/n)? Come on".

"No. I'm not going".

"Oh, don't be ridiculous. Come now-"

"No, Allie" you said sternly. "I'm staying with Wyatt. I'm going with him". Allie and Louisa pretty much jumped off the train and Virgil and Mattie stood in place. "No! (Y/n), please, come with us" Louisa begged. "I lost Morgan and I will not lose you either"!

"I've made up my mind already, guys. I have to do this. Look, for so long, I never knew what to do with my life back home. But this, this is something I'm for certain gonna do". Louisa then hugged you tightly with Allie following along as well. You hugged them both so tightly, this may be the last time you'll ever see them. "I have to do this. I promise, I'll never forget any of you. I promise". The hug felt like it ended so soon and you wished it lasted longer but time wasn't on your side since the train was leaving. "Hey Virg" you said. "I don't get a hug from you" you faked gasped. "I thought you was my fwiend"!?

Virgil only laughed and stepped off the train to hug you with his only good arm. "I'm gonna miss you, old man".

"You don't know how much I'll miss you". You held onto him tightly and held back your tears so you wouldn't appear weak but a part of you was telling you that he wouldn't mind. But if you did start crying, you wouldn't stop. You said your goodbyes to Virgil and Mattie but Mattie didn't seem to care that much. You may not have been on the best of terms with her but you knew you'd still miss her.

They all got on the train and you went to go back to Doc who was on standby with Creek Johnson, Texas Jack and Sherman McMasters. Wyatt was further away down the station, waiting. And so were two cowboys. Frank Stillwell and Ike Clanton. "That's Virgil with the women" Frank said to Ike.

"He's mine" Ike replied and revealed he was carrying a shotgun. "Hey Mattie" Frank called out, "Where's Wyatt"?

"Right behind you, Stillwell".

Frank whipped around and was met with a shotgun blast to his chest which killed him instantly and making Ike drop his gun and get to the floor in fear. Virgil popped his head out the train window beside him to see what happened and Wyatt gave him a sendoff to which Virgil waved him off and wished him good luck. Wyatt still had his shotgun pointed at Ike with one hand as he approached him to then bring his boot up to his mouth and using his spur to slice his mouth. You, Doc, Creek Johnson, Texas Jack and McMasters came forward but still stood back.

"Alright, Clanton" Wyatt threatened. "You called down the thunder, well, now you got it"! Wyatt pulled his coat flap back to reveal a badge. "You see that? It says "United States Marshal"!

"Wyatt! Please don't kill me! Please" Ike begged so pathetically.

"Take a good look at him, Ike. 'Cause that's how you're gonna end up". Wyatt took a step towards Ike and put his boot on his neck, pinning him to the wooden platform. "The cowboys are finished! You understand me!? I see a red sash, I kill the man wearing it! So, run, you cur! Run"! Ike quickly got up and ran off. "Tell all the other Cur's the law's comin'! You tell 'em I'm comin'! And hell's comin' with me, ya hear! Hell's comin' with me"!