Battle vs. Bill Williamson (by Cth22)Edit
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In a saloon, 3 men sit around a table playing cards. One of these men are the infamous Doc Holliday. The other two men are gang members of Bill Williamson's gang. The battle starts when one of Bill Williamson's men excuses Doc Holldiay of cheating. The man stands up and pulls a bowie knife on Doc. The other gang member at the table also stands up and draws his Colt Single Action. They do not notice thought that 5 of Doc Holldiay's men are scattered around the bar. The non-comnbatants in the bar get up and leave. The men accusing Doc Holliday dont notice this. One of Doc's men gets up from the bar and pistol whip the man with the bowie knife.
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Williamson's man wtih the revolver turns and guns down the man who pistol whipped his comrade.
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The gun shot alerts the rest of Bill Williamson's men who are up stairs in the brothel part of the saloon. Doc Hollidaty draws his Colt Lighting revolver and shoots the man who just shot his allie in the head. Doc Holliday motions to his men and they walk out of the bar.
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Bill Williamson and his men get there guns and go onto the balcony of the saloon. They see Doc leading his men leaving the saloon. One of Williamson's men takes his Model 1894 and shoots the last man who comes out of the bar in the back of the head.
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The rest of Doc's gang turns around and starts shooting at Bill Williamson and his men. Doc Holliday runs forward and takes a Model 1876 and snipes one of Williamson's men.
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One of Bill Williamson's men takes a stick of dynamite and throws it into the street below. Doc and his men run away from the red stick. The explosion sends them flying killing two of them in the process. Bill Williamson and his men run down the balconies stairs to finish them off.
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Doc Holliday and his remaining man get up and take cover behind a posts on the porch of the general store opposite of the saloon. Bill Williamson and his remaining men run out of the bar and advance towards the general store. Doc Holliday's remaining man steps out of his cover and blast the closest man with his 10 gauge shotgun. The blast sawed the man in half.
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Bill Williamson remaning man shoots the man with the shotgun with his Browning Auto-5. The blast sent the man flying back into the post.
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Doc Holliday gets out of his cover and shoots the man with the Auto-5 with his Colt Lighting revolver.
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Bill Williamson and Doc Holliday sat there and stared at each other. Doc put his revolver back in his holster and put his hand on the grip of the gun. Williamson does the same. They sat there for bout a minute till a wagon comes down the street. Doc Holliday looks back thinking its enemy reinforcement. Williamson takes the chance and shoots Doc hitting him in the shoulder. Williamson advances on Holliday taking out his bowie knife. He kneels down next to Doc and smiles an evil smile. Suddenly a gun shot goes off. Bill Williamson grips the side of his neck as blood flows from his juglar. Doc Holldiay stands up and walks to Williamsons body. He drops a 1866 derringer next to the dead body and walks down the street to the doctors.
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Battle vs. Wild Bill Hickok (by 123chaseyoung)Edit
Battle In a saloon ina small town in Nevada, Doc Holliday plays cards with three shadowy strangers in a game of poker. Doc has been noted as an extreme nihilist, a man fearing no death, and an expert gambler among others. But his playmate today was the notorious Wild Bill, who too carried an arsenal of skills in the game. Doc shuffles the cards, makes some few twist and twats. Before handing over the cards to to his opponents. As the time to see which one won the round. Doc gave a little nod, a pint of whiskey, and hands over the cards. He has won the game as everyone sees it. But two of the players, didn’t like their sudden fall to disgrace. They pulled out their pistols, and called Doc a big sick cheater. Doc didn’t like the hostility. As Hickok watch, Doc draws two pistols and singlehandedly killed his violators. Hickok gets up and draws his pistol, yelling “You son of a bich, put away your guns, you are under arrest.” But Doc didn’t mind the old man in the background. He draws his own pistol and fires at Hickok, who takes cover behind a bar. Hickok continues to fire with his two Colts. Doc takes cover in a table, and grabbing a double barrel shotgun. Fires at Hickok. His cover explodes, and he was wounded in the shoulder and was unprotected. As Doc loads, Hickok grabs his rifle and shoots Doc in the femur. Making him drop his shotgun. Hickok then attacks Doc and tries to slash him with his knife, but Doc grabs his own knife and wounds Hickok in the elbow with a thrust. Angry, Hickok continues to attack Doc, and a brutal melee ensuses. Hickok gets lucky and lands a slash on Doc’s lip, but Doc the punches Hickok and sends him away. Doc then drops his knife and demands, ‘Why should we gentlemen butcher each other like meat. We’re civilized aren’t we? Wy not finish this up like a man.” Doc then puts his hands near his holster. Hickok obliged and puts his hand near his hip as the two have one of the most sensational duel ever. Hickok on the other hand gets cocky, confidently, he draws his Colt, but a loud bang! Utters in before he can fire. He sees Doc with his pistol already drawn, he was hit in the heart, and Doc has him beat in a first draw. Doc winks and says, “Your’e a daisy if you have”. Hickok fells to the ground dead. Doc lights up a cigar and leaves smiling and silent. Winner: Doc Holliday
Expert's Opinion Edit
Although Hickok has an advantage of being an experienced veteran of the Civil War, Doc won the day because of his better close range weapons, marksmanship, calmness under fire, and his faster draw. Not to mention Doc himself is no stranger in killing soldiers once.
Battle with Wyatt Earp vs. Sherlock Holmes (Novel) and Dr. Watson (by 123chaseyoung)Edit
“You hear somethin’ Doc?” Marshall Wyatt Earp said as both men traverse the badlands in the hot afternoon. Doc Holliday, the infamous gunslinger, tips his hat to hide his head from the searing sun. Both men were sweating like rump roast, but still continue their quest to kill the assassins responsible for Morgan Earp’s death. “I hear nothin’ but death’s tune waitin’, when we finally cross his path,” Doc said, gentlemanly as ever in their horses.
Wyatt ignored the smart-ass yip yaps. He gets off his horse and stabs the ground with his bowie knife. He puts his ears in the hilt and listens. “I hear a stagecoach comin’ this way. The informant must be hear,” Wyatt said, his cold dark tone vibrates in the air.
For a long time, Doc has been worried for his friend. Their brotherhood has survived through countless of violence, and Doc watches and worries as he sees his great companion, Wyatt Earp, destroys himself into a true monster. “Listen Wyatt, I think enough blood has been spilled throughout. We had a good run, Curly Bill is dead, that was the important thing right? We should end this menagerie soon, you and I will not forever be invincible,” Doc warns him.
But Wyatt, hating the pure guts Doc dared to throw in his ears, grabs him by the collar and pulls him off his horse, his dark eyes meets the dentist’s. “You and I both know this is the only way! Those cowboys are out there laughin’ their ass off while my brother lies 6 feet under! Yeah Curly Bill’s dead, but Phony Diehl and Johnny Ringo are still out there. I ain’t stopping until every single cowboy is dead! With or without you...”
Riding in the East, Dr. Watson puts more speed in his galloping carriage. Stumbling and hoping things will go well. Their opponent is waiting, and the great Sherlock Holmes isn’t the man who lets his fellow men wait. In the searing hot desert filled with red rock and sand, Holmes didn’t even had the interest to light his pipe as the heat burns his back.
“My dear Watson, how do you ever cope up with this temperature? This place feels like the furnace of Tartarus,” Holmes said hanging inside the carriage, comfortable and well, drinking a glass of sherry as their horses drag them to their destination. Watson, being an Afghan War veteran, knows the extent of a city boy’s first reaction to hot weather and cold sweat. “Carry on Holmes. My, it was like the first time I set foot into fellow Afghan’s territory. Trust me you’ll get used to it.”
“Hmm. My oven will get used to it,” Holmes replies sarcastically.
“Better be ready old boy. I see two horses in front of us. Remember the plan eh?” Watson said.
The plan, an idea that rings in Watson’s head. Today, they will be up against a terrible force of nature, two bloodthirsty gunslingers. Watson fully knows the chain of events that lead to this battle. Holmes and he were contacted by the Pinkertons to aid them in capturing two vigilantes, Marshal Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday, who were wanted for murder. They arrived in America two days ago, and Holmes ingenuity led them to where they will meet them. But help from the pinkertons never arrived as they were ambushed yesterday in an Arizonian canyon by unknown assailants.
Holmes could have given up this quest, but looking to give a good end for this adventure, pursues to carry on even without the aid of anybody in the region. Yesterday, Holmes disguised himself as a cowboy whistleblower, where he talked with a man named Texas Jack Vermillion in a saloon, and gave them false information to lure Wyatt and Holliday into an open desert, and finally arrest them... if they can.
Watson was always against this adventure. They are far away from home, and up against vicious men. But Watson trusts Holmes, he trusts him with all his life, the same way he trusted him in their fight against Moriarty and other countless adventure. If they survive this, it would make a great novel.
“Watson, I think its better if you and I switch places,” Holmes said, trying to put Watson inside the more protected carriage.
“Nonsense Holmes, things will be fine. Did I ever doubt you?” Watson said. Holmes on the contrary, didn’t want his friend to be in harm’s way—again. The last time they tangle up against an American gunfighter, Watson almost lost his life. Holmes swore never for it to happen again.
Wyatt and Doc sees the carriage stop right in front of them. Watson bows his head at the two gunman. Wyatt on the other hand, was impatient as ever.
“Yer’ fella said he knows where Phony Diehl is,” Wyatt said. “Now its time you give the end of the bargain.”
Watson, using his fake American accent which he and Holmes have practiced, said, “Diehl is in Minnesota. If you have the time, you can tag him riding with the James’ gang.”
Dr. Watson picks up a bottle of sherry and hands it over to Doc Holliday. “Drink up. It’ll be a long ride. Sympathizers from Arizona have donated some weapons for ya’. There in the back if you want any.”
Doc Holliday and Wyatt look at each other. Then unmount their horse and heads to the back of the large stagecoach. Watson opens the door and lets Wyatt inside. As Wyatt goes deeper inside the carriage, he sees a big pile of weapons ranging from odd-looking European pistols to bolt action rifles. Doc Holliday and Dr. Watson stay outside the coach.
But Doc, with his cunning instincts tingling, smells a puff of smoke in the air coming from the inside of the coach. Someone’s been smoking inside, and Doc knows the coach is hiding someone. He gets ready.
“Wyatt look out!” Doc yells as he sees Sherlock Holmes tackle Wyatt. Watson grabs his revolver, but Doc was too fast, drawing his six-shooter and shoots Watson in the gut. Watson drops to the floor clutching his abdomen. The horses jumped and screamed at the ensuing battle.
“Watson!” Holmes yells as he pummels Wyatt in the face, followed by a knee to the groin and a jab to the sternum. Doc Holliday tries to aim his revolver at Holmes, but fears he may hit Wyatt. Dr. Watson, though wounded, managed to get up and fires at Holliday with his revolver. But Holliday quickly took cover behind the stage coach and continues firing with his shotgun.
Holmes and Wyatt were in a gruesome melee. Wyatt managed to pistol whip Holmes in the face, breaking his nose, but Holmes quickly slashes his cheek with a riding crop, before punching Earp again in the torso, breaking a rib. With a quick punch in the shoulder’s nerve, Holmes paralyzes Wyatt in his left arm. Battered and bruised, Wyatt unsheathes his bowie knife with his remaining arm and strikes at Holmes, cutting deeply into Holmes chest. But Holmes disarms Wyatt with his riding crop and continues savagely punching Wyatt in the face into a bloody pulp.
Doc Holliday and Dr. Watson too were locked in a gunfight. Watson loads his Mauser, and takes a careful aim, which grazes Holmes in the thigh. Still firing his shotgun, Holliday is still worried about Wyatt.
Holmes however, readies his death blow, but Wyatt manages to kick himself away and ran outside the carriage. Holliday gives Wyatt his winchester, which Wyatt viciously fires at the carriage. Holmes lay down and crawls to the entrance as bullets fly above him. Watson fires at Wyatt with his mauser, shooting Wyatt’s rifle and putting it out of commision. Pissed, Wyatt throws the rifle to the ground and continues firing with his revolver.
Holliday, knowing that this battle has to end, circles the coach to flank Watson. Watson however, anticipates, still ready with his rifle. As the two were about to meet at the corner, Holliday dives in the air at Watson, and shoots him multiple times in the torso with his two revolvers. Watson died before he hit the ground, and Holliday stumbles.
Holmes, upon seeing this, yells in anguish. He draws a pepperbox hidden in his sleeve and fires at the downed Doc, hitting him two times in the back. Holliday yells as hot lead penetrate his shoulder blades.
Wyatt suddenly comes from behind aims his revolver at Holmes. But Holmes, in deep though, was in shock of his beloved friend’s gruesome death.
“Watson took 4 bullets in the chest. 2 hit the heart. Chances of survival... nil. Must not let his death be in vain. Bastard gunman behind me, will attempt to fire his pistol. Bullet will fly in the right side. Circle around and dodge. Get close beyond his range, before jabbing at his nose. Gunman will attempt another pistol whip, block with elbow, fracture his phalanges, disable gunman’s ability to shoot. Perform heel kick in the left lung. Stunned for 6 seconds, finish him by a strike at the wind pipe. Chances of survival...nil.”
Holmes does so perfectly, and Wyatt slumps to the ground trying to catch a breath. Holmes continous savagely punching Wyatt in the face. Wyatt lays on the dusty ground half-dead with a broken, undesirable face. Holmes attempted to shoot Wyatt with his pepperbox, but the gun misfires. So he walks towards Watson’s corpse, tears flowing in his eyes, but tight-lipped nonetheless.
To honor his dead friend, Holmes unsheathes Watson’s cane sword, and approaches with bloodthirsty eyes on the down Wyatt. Holmes raises the sabre to chop Wyatt’s head off.
A shot suddenly rings out and a bullet hits Holmes in the left ventricle. Looking behind him, he sees Doc, who still had a pint of strength, holding a smoking revolver in his hand. Holmes, though wounded, still attempts to slash Wyatt. But Wyatt grabs his revolver in time, and fires at Holmes, hitting him in the neck. Holmes yell in pain as the two gunfighters simultaneously took turns emptying their revolvers at him. Holmes took 3 bullets in the chest and 6 bullets in the head. The great detective fell down dead, dead as a rag.
“Wyatt...” a man calls him. It was Doc Holliday, wounded and bleeding, but still alive. Wyatt, with relieving joy, helps his down comrade and puts him inside the stagecoach. “You sure are one tough redneck sonuvabitch,” Wyatt said.
“And you are one crazy fucker,” Doc Holliday said. “I told you, I’ve always been the better gunman than you.”
Wyatt smiled as he climbs to his seat. “Sure you are Doc. I owe you my life tenfold.”
“That’s what friends are for you dumbprick,” Doc said as they rode away into the sunset to get medical attention. Leaving behind two corpses for the condors to feast.
Winner: Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday
Holmes may had the advanatage of his intellect and stealth and Watson with his military training, but the two gunfighters were more experienced in a violent confrontation. Holliday and Earp were also better marksman, better eqquipped, and were faster on the draw than the two crime-solvers.
Battle vs Ned Kelly (by BattleGames1)Edit
Pre-Sim Note: Before anyone jumps to any ideas about me, let me make it clear that the misspellings in this sim were intentional - such typos and other grammatical errors were also deliberately used in the source material for this battle: Peter Carey's "True History of the Kelly Gang" since Carey imagined that any correspondence between Kelly and his daughter would be of dictated form and the dictatee would be just as grammatically incorrect and unknowledgeable as Kelly himself was.
AN EXTRACT FROM:
His Life at 28 Years of Age
Faded old newspaper pages cut into 10 pages (12" x 14" approximately). Few tears but mostly wrinkles indicating hasty writing on a rough surface. Text written mostly in lead pencil and legible but some of the writing is faint in a few areas.
An account from Ned Kelly of the shootout at (insert Victorian placename) between the gang and OK Corral Sheriffs Holliday and Wyatt.
I tell you solemnly my dear child I have no idea how Dan and me and Steve and Joe escaped out of that gunfight back at Glenrowan be it divine intervention from above or something. I am just glad me and my mates made it out of that mess in one piece we werent ready to go down without a fight. The next few months we spent hiding out back in the bushes while the police were continuing to catch us unawares. No doubt the parliament folks in the inner city were chewing them up for it were their fault for letting us slip through their fingers. Living out here on the bush with nothing but ourselves and bush tucker for as far as I wd. see was not easy. Me and Dan would argue a lot about who gets to cook berry supper while Joe rolls his eyes at me and Steve just sit there by the fire. Whenever we came up to a suburb on our trek however we were very careful not to let anyone point their finger at us and say O looky here thems that wanted Kelly man. Evry time we came up to a little town there were always one or two policemen walking about so uppity and on their toes eyes like a dingo. It ridiculous how at the sound of something they freeze and turn their head quickly like a wallaby. It were one of them days where the police were doing their rounds walking up and down the dirt road as me and Joe crawled about looking for scraps of food to bring back when we heard the two burly men talk about some new lawmen from this place called America came here under orders from the government to look for us. I tell you now through this note what me and Joe heard and then told back to Dan and Steven. These men from America were sheriffs who have caught a lot of badmen from their place and sent them to jail by themselves - the names I could pick out were names I am having a hard time to pronounce myself right now but all i know is that one is called hollyday and the other three are erps. At first we laughed off the whole thing like it was some bloody joke meant to scare us into the open arms of the police. One day though I looked at the paper being passed around town and right there on the front page were the faces of the men sent from America to come get me and it is these papers i used to write these notes in. If you look closely at some of them you will see photos of those men and I bet you that as you look at them you will feel a sense of dread and horror for they look stronger than me. Thats the way I felt when i were looking at it and the way Dan Joe and Steve felt too.
Before you think that upon getting to this line that i met my maker at the hands of these men, i tell you solemnly this was not the case for it was me Joe Dan and Steven that drove them foreigners out of this forsaken bushland.
It all happened a week after that rumour spread like a fire around the state that the gunmen from America actually started working with them police pigs. Dan and I were busy washing our clothes down by Ovens river in the broad light of the sun while Joe and Steve scavenged for our grub to eat down by the wattles and eucalypts. The air were tranquil and the water were nicely cool and once again did I get the feeling that something were not right with the day as the sense of foreboding danger once again creeped on me. I looked around with great hesitation while Dan continued to rinse the dirt off his old dungarees and shirt.
Why the long face he asked me you look like you've seen a ghost.
It was then when Steve and Joe come rushing down onto the riverside with their tucker hastily tucked away at the bottom of their shirts and told us the bad news.
The police with their American friends are coming this way and it looks like them guns they carry are fully loaded.
How far out?
Hard to tell but they seem to be coming down this way I hope they didn't spot us.
Dan silenced us as we heard faint footsteps and horse clops getting nearer and nearer. Like flashes of lightning the four of us ran back to our own guns hoping to scare off the police pigs and their American friends. Every gun we had had not been touched since we left it and the beeswax on the cylinder of my revolving rifle has just done its work so i wiped it off got my revolving pistols holstered them then picked up my rifle. Dan Joe and Steve did the same with the other weapons before we all donned the armour. It still had some bruises and dents from our last shootouts but firm and in one piece they still stood.
By the time i donned my helmet the sounds of the policemen and the americans drew closer and closer. I swear I heard the americans say strange things like varmint and sheriff and corral and all some other crazy stuff. I knew they were foreign but never knew that they spoke an entirely different language overseas where they come from.
How long before we spring the trap on them steve said to Dan.
Lets sneak up behind them and catch by surprise my brother replied sounding so reassured the plan might work.
We slowly moved our way through the bushes and grass keeping our eyes peeled on the train of men looking carefully for us their eyes darting through the trees hoping to see something unusually kelly-shaped like our helmets. It were like a good stroke of luck was given to us by the Lord above for we snuck right behind the police without them taking any notice them dumbos. As the four of us crouched and ran to the other side of the trail I swear I saw something that made my blood boil for one of the fancy dressed americans turned around and almost saw us slip away. It were good thing he shrugged it off or everything would have gone wrong. With our rifles we started training our sights on which of the police officers to shoot at so as to scare everyone away. I had mine set on the poor fella standing next to the giant man with his chestnut brown hair and almost medium build from what I could tell while Dan had his on the unlucky officer treading slowly behind the biggest and burliest man of the bunch. I dare not kill anyone unless they in their right mind decide to shoot back at me but the inner demon in me that hated those pigs who think they can stop me almost pushed me to pull the trigger when that young man walked right in line with my barrel. It was lucky I fired my gun only mere moments after that tempting scene and I ended up blowing a huge hole in that young man's hand. Could have been worse. Dan fired off his gun and his bullets hit smack bang into the shoulder bone sending his officer down to the ground writhing in pain. After that all hell broke loose with the convoy the americans firing their revolvers in our direction. Again we werent sure but it seemed like the grace of God almighty saved us once again as almost all their shots missed completely. Sure the police fired too but I wont bother detailing about them since it was the americans that fascinated me more.
Thats done it Ned you made them angry Steve said as he tapped me on the shoulderplate
If angry be the way they play then angry we play back Joe came to my defence
Dan said nothing as he continued to unload his revolver rounds on the fleeing policemen and laughed as the americans tried to flank around us.
We heard them mutter some rather interesting sentences in their interesting language like what in tarnation are these fools playing at? and go back and get the winchester well cover you. I dont know about you but whatever these foreigners had in store they werent welcome on my home turf. After a while I abandoned using the revolving rifle for i werent hitting anything special and anyway i felt like the gun would blow up at any given time. Taking out my own revolvers I started firing off into the air in the general direction of the americans especially in the face of the leader who after each shot started to cough like the smoke coming out of his revolver was slowly killing him. Although I turned around and bolted back to home base I heard Joe scream in pain as his old revolver was shot out of his hand by the coughing american now aiming down the sights of his revolver.
Bastard got me he yelled out as Steve and Dan rushed to his aid their armour continuing to deflect the hail of bullets raining down on them.
It were a bit of a walk to get back to our campsite where the fire embers were starting to die thank goodness and the clothes have begun to dry out. Joe were laid down on the ground and Steve got to work doing the best he could to stitch up the painful wound. The sounds of the americans came closer as time went on and steve and dan worked their magic. To think them foreigners can come in and harm my friends just made my blood boil and my head were hot and damp already enough as it were under the helmet. I spied a police officer making his way past the trees his eyes darting around the site thinking he hit the jackpot. Of course he werent so lucky as I took up Betty and mowed him down before he could turn about face. After Joes hand were bandaged up with leather he picked up our shotgun with his good hand I heard a voice cry out theres the kelly gang lets round them up in that rough american accent I have heard so often from them which makes me wonder if all americans talked like that. Then one of them showed up from among the trees but he were so sluggish in his movements it made me wonder if he was worth fighting off for since i could see the whites of his hair and the wrinkles on his face before he misfired one of his own guns and tore a hole in our tent.
Dammit to hell he grunted before he could try to fire off one more shot which whizzed right past my shoulder and into the kettle. Youd be pleased to know he managed to flee before he could suffer the same fate as that preceding officer... for the time being.
Holstering our pistols back into our pockets the four of us decided it would be best to scram before them americans could run all the way back and take us unawares. It felt like this whole battle was going to drag out until nightfall and we werent too ok in our armour as well. Still we had to keep pushing on and making our escape until the searchers have given up. By the time we got to the creek however it wasnt the case and yet another american showed up hoping to take us down conveniently telling us ignorantly that guns were invented to get past armour but his shots to our chestplates proved otherwise. This young fella was about a decade younger than that old fella i mentioned before and his shooting was good but he certainly appeared to be the more daring of the four. The moment he took a couple of shots from Dans shotgun he just stared at us point blank with no complete expression of surprise. Didnt stop others from reacting however and we ran as fast as we could again. This time the pigs bothered to show up and start taking shots at us again and I remembered one thing that almost caused me to have a change of heart for it were the big burly fellow who cried with remorse and fury at the sight of the corpse as it tumbled near the river. He were so angry that he made me feel the same way too when he took out his own rifle and fired it straight at Steves legs causing Steven to fall on his back hard. I tried to help him back on his feet and was blindly firing Betty until a shot landed between me and Steve like a warning as if the american tried to say stay away from him or youre gonna get it. Even though I could not see his face behind the helmet i saw in his eyes that it was better for the three of us to continue without him. As much as it pained me Dan and Joe we had to continue on our trail stepping backwards very quickly so as to sneak away into the bush like snakes. I dont know what happened back there when we lost sight of the fallen steve but my guess is with all the fury of a raging bull that big burly american got his revenge . So now itd be my turn to start calling the shots. Dan began reloading the Spencer and I reloaded Betty as quickly as I could before the patrol started to follow my scent.
Hide behind the trees I have an idea Joe said as he undid the bandage surround his hand and discarded the armour
Are you nuts my brother asked but Joe replied that it may be crazy but it may work. I'd have to give him the benefit of the doubt for this occassion for desparation gripped us all. Laying down on the floor playing possum while me and dan hid ourselves behind some trees and it were lucky mine had a fallen log in front of it. We heard the americans continue to trudge their way through the thick grass to reach where we were and they saw joes dead body and although the victorian police were scratching their heads the coughing american knelt down and tried to make sure joe was indeed dead. Noticing the furrow of his brow i suspected something was wrong so i decided to come out of hiding with my revolver and shoot dead an unsuspecting officer while dan jumped out of his hiding place and waited for the old american to miss another one of his shots with his rifle before he fell to the earth with a dazed expression on his face. Again the big burly american was so annoyed at this spectacle that he pushed his coughing pal out of the way as he fired more revolver shots at me and dan and went straight for joes throat. i knew joe to be at least a thinker on his feet with his feet for he kicked the big man in the groin and slid out from under his feet while dan retreated into the thick. I myself stayed for as long as i could behind the log downing policemen after policemen while the log and god shielded my legs from pain. As for the fight between joe and the big american the fight seemed to be at a losing side so as the coughing american chased after my brother i tried to help joe by tackling the american to the floor. didnt work but at least when the american tried to whip at me with his revolver all he got was a sore wrist and i got a sore head. this gave joe the perfect time to take out his knife or so he thought for the american decided to get his own knife out. me not being a knife fighter decided to follow dan and the american down to wherever they went and as far as i heard between the clicking of the knives and grunts echoing through the trees that joe was not going to come to us again poor bastard .
Come and get me you b----rs i heard dan yell from the top of his lungs to which the gruff american replied im already here you f---ing c--------r come out of there and i wont shoot
The tense shouting match droned on for a bit as i continued to walk briskly to the scene turning my head back for i thought the big burly american were sure to follow me. eventually i found dan and the american standing off outside a farmers shed where dan was located and the coughing american was alone. he were standing there with his hands in his pockets and as i circled around the place i knew he had some smug streak about him with his hands held so close to his holster. taking out betty i hoped to get a good sniping position while dan tried to settle the matter on his own end so it were by chance that he suddenly poked his head out and surprise surprise the american shot his revolver and barely missed my brother.
Last chance I heard him say proudly and for certain his booming voice meant that his burly companion aint far off. Now be it the grace of god almighty or some other higher power that my brother had the right sense to come out revolver in hand and shoot a round just missing the coughing american whose coughing left his own shot able to scrape dans shoulder deep enough for dans rifle to be dropped. It were my own raging blood to force me to shoot a round from betty into that americans lungs hoping to put everyone involved out of their misery. When he fell to the ground writhing in pain as he tried to catch his breath i went for dan as fast as i could and i hoisted him up to my shoulder and the two of us continued to walk quickly on even as the big burly american reached the shed and fired off more rounds from his shotgun each shot either missing or bouncing off our armour. God were really on our side as we disappeared into the woods while the burly american emptied his gun and started to cradle his friend in his arm watching him slowly die . For once me and dan felt actual pity on the man but there was always a part of me that said he had it coming so in writing this passage i tell you solemnly that the man i killed i had admiration for since he at least in his own shots took both my brother and steve down with just one shot without killing them.
Eventually me and dan got to another clearing where i tended to dans wounds. fortunately i dressed his wound carefully and stopped the bleeding well enough for him to lie down and rest with his revolvers and rifle next to him and he gave me that look suggesting it were my turn to get the grub. naturally i smirked and complied with his wish.
The group of Victorian policemen out on the track were in complete and utter shock as the big burly American known as Wyatt Earp emerged from the bush with the bloodied corpse of Doc Holliday in his hands and tears of both anger and sorrow in his eyes. They asked him what happened down there in the bush and all the lone cowboy could utter from his shaking lips were "They got 'em all". All the lead constable could do was look out into the bush and shake his head in utter disbelief that their wanted man was still out there and it turned out he could best the finest sheriffs in all the wild west.
Winner: Ned Kelly
Although it appeared that Holliday and the Earps had superior weaponry save for melee and special, their expertise as gunslingers was not as fantastic as Hollywood would have you believed. The experts here determined that it was the determination and brutality of Kelly and his gang with their weapons - in addition to their protective iconic armour - that allowed them to triumph over the famous OK Corral sheriffs. If you find this battle to be unfair in any way, shape or form, by all means go ahead and do a rematch. To see the original battle, weapons, and votes, click here.