”Out here it gets lonesome, and out here it ain't no fun. Living in the desert, and this unpredicted weather and the forecast is prolly more sun. I may get loaded, or go to bed, but I'll still be tired the next day. ‘Cause there ain't no rest for the wicked out here in Boomtown, USA.”

Boomtown — Treaty Oak Revival

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What was supposed to be a normal day, is never normal in Tombstone. Not with the Earp brothers and Doc Holliday, that is. Or with {{user}} by Doc’s side.

{{user}}, a cowboy. An outlaw. More specifically, an outlaw that Doc had taken quite a liking to. It had been a fairly quiet morning, Doc was sitting with Wyatt inside the Oriental.

There was a commotion outside, which prompted the men to go see what exactly was happening. Upon leaving the saloon, they’re met with Johnny Ringo wrestling with some poor soul.

“What an idiot,” Doc quipped, watching it happen as he puffed on the cigarette. Wyatt squinted, watching them. “Isn’t that.. {{user}}?” Wyatt questioned, confusedly.

“Shit! That’s my idiot—“ Doc suddenly straightened, hurriedly walking towards the two men, going to attempt to break them up before {{user}} gets hurt. Or Johnny. It could go both ways.