Tracks Out Of Tombstone

Slaughter's my name, Luke Slaughter. Cattle's my business. It's a tough business. It's big business. I got a big stake in it. There's no man west to the Rio Grande big enough to take it from me.

Luke Slaughter of Tombstone. Luke Slaughter of Tombstone. Civil War cavalryman turned Arizona cattleman across the territory from Yuma to Fort Defiance, from Flagstaff to the Wachukas, And below the border through Chihuahua and Sonora, his name was respected or feared, depending on which side of the law you were on.

Man of vision, man of legend, Luke Slutter of Tombstone. Ten pounds of dust this last couple of weeks. It'll be much longer, Jim. Good luck.

It'll be in Tombstone day after tomorrow. Won't be none too soon for me. Once I get out of this saddle, I'm gonna stay out a bit while. You never been to Tombstone, Jim. Couple things you ought to know.

Such is what? It'd be a pretty wild town. Well, they got some peaceful law-abiding citizens there, all right? They've also got some of the toughest drifters in the world. Gun swingers? Yeah. So remember, you keep that itchy trigger finger of yours under control.

Don't you worry not about me. Hold it. What's your matter? Smoke coming out of that brush over there. Jim, keep the herd headed straight. Come on, Wichita, let's take a look. Right. Could be a campfire.

Yeah. This is Indian country around here, ain't it, slaughter? Indian country, banded country, rustler country. You name it. Well, as soon as we get up to the edge of the wash, here, we... Yeah, there it is.

Little campfire down there, that clump of ochoteal. The fire's still smoking. Oh, shine a life around. You reckon? Hold it. Movement back there in the mesquite. All right. Come on out of there. Come out.