Gunfight at The HC Corral?

A passenger riding together on the badly shaking coach was a marshal woman from Arizona and major from Fort Lowell. She said that they are in peace with the Indians but the great problems are the outlaws who robe, kidnap and attack the apache.




When we came across a ranch, an outlaw showed oneself. Immediately I wore a visitor tag and stepped back to keep a close eye on the situation. The outlaw caught an Indian girl who is a friend of the marshal, and demanded 2,000 coins or 10 gold bars.




There were severe retorts, so I was watching if there will be a gunfight, but they agreed to see each other next day together with the lady and ransom respectively. Both of them seemed to be German and it was interesting to see blustering out in English. The marshal said, “I nail your ash on my office door”, but the abbreviation ‘ash’ for ass-hole was not understood, and I watched an interesting situation that an Indian sitting by made interpretation.




So on the next day, I was at the spot in advance and waiting for them. The marshal appeared but the outlaw did not. I asked the marshal later and she was a bit upset because at that time the outlaw was doing other gunfight at other place. Come to that, he said when departing, “You have the word of an outlaw (lough)”.




Also I went on waiting only to be disappointed. I was there for another thirty minutes but nobody came. The clear shadow seems to depict harsh sunbeam in the West.