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Hey, history buffs. If you can't get enough of the captivating stories we uncover on American Historytellers, you'll love the exclusive experience of Wondry. Dive even deeper into the past with ad free episodes, early access to new seasons, and bonus content that brings history to life like never before. Join Wondery in the Wondery app or on Apple Podcasts and embark on an unparalleled journey through America's most pivotal moments. Imagine it's mid October 1881 in Tombstone, Arizona. You're a telegraph operator and you're unwinding at a saloon after a long day of work. You finished your third glass of beer and then decide to settle up and head home for bed. But before you can pay, two menacing figures plop down on the stools on either side of you. One is short and husky, the other tall and gangly. You instantly sober up, recognizing them as outlaws from a local cowboy gang. The short one leans in and hisses at you. You're on the telegraph line in town, right? I do remember a message a few months ago. Wells Fargo agent in town sent it. Well, he sends a lot of messages. No, this one was special. It was about the Benson stagecoach robbery. You recall that? Well, sure, I recall the incident. Two people died. The driver, passenger on the roof. Yeah, you got a good memory. Wells Fargo put up a handsome reward for catching the perpetrators. $3,600 to be exact. And that's a lot of money, I would agree. It sure is. And from what I hear, the Wells Fargo agent wanted to know whether the company would pay that reward if the bandits were killed during the apprehension. You remember a message like that? Well, look fellas, I send hundreds of messages a week. It would be. I mean, it's just impossible for me to remember any single one of them. The lanky cowboy leans in and jabs a pistol in your ribs. You freeze in horror. The short cowboy just smiles. Well, suddenly you're having memory problems. I think you need to think harder. Let me ask you again. You remember a telegram like that? Yeah. Yeah, I probably do. Alright. Now, was Wyatt Earp with the Wells Fargo man that day? Yes. Yes, he was. So why do you think Irv had him send that message? That I don't know. Did I Clanton's name ever come up? No, I don't think so. The tall cowboy cocks the pistol and then rams you harder into your side. The barrel practically lifts you off your stool. Hey, look, I don't know. I don't remember anyone mentioning I Clanton. I really don't know what you're talking about. The Shore cowboy stares at you, his eyebrows furrowed. Then he nods at the lanky one who pulls the gun back. You're left sweating as they rise from their stools. Well, thanks for the conversation. Much obliged. But don't you dare breathe a word of this to anyone or my friend here might have to pay you another visit. You nod vigorously and watch the two of them amble away. And as they do, you can't help but wonder what I Clanton has to do with Wyatt Earp and why these cowboys seem so concerned about it. But whatever it is, you feel like there's a showdown coming in. Tombst.
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Guarantee exclusions like taxes and fees apply. See exclusions and details@tmobile.American Historytellers is sponsored by Autotrader, which is powered by Auto Intelligence. Their tools sync with your exact budget and preferences to tailor the entire car shopping experience to you Want a pink midsize SUV with 22 inch rims and a V8? They've got it. Nothing is too specific. Find your dream car at the right price in no time because Autotrader powered by Auto Intelligence puts you in control of the whole experience. From search to close, it's the totally you way to buy a car. Visit autotrader.com to find your perfect ride from Wondery. I'm Lindsey Graham and this is American Historytellers. Our history your story by the summer of 1881, the citizens of Tombstone, Arizona had endured months of lawlessness as gangs of local cowboys terrorized the region with robberies and murders. Residents were fed up with the cowboys violence, and they blamed County Sheriff Johnny Behan, who'd done little to rein in the marauding gangs. So, feeling desperate for a break in the violence, people in Tombstone increasingly looked to the Earp brothers to maintain order since they refused to back down from the outlaws. As town marshal, Virgil Earp had evicted squatters after a fire in town and along with his brothers Wyatt and Morgan, pursued several stagecoach murderers long after Johnny Behan had given up. But the Earp brothers had far less power than Behan to Stop crime. And their hot tempers also led them to behave rashly. So that finally, in late October 1881, months of tension exploded in the most violent day in Tombstone's history. This is episode three of our four part series on Tombstone. 30 seconds. By October 1881, Ike Clanton was growing increasingly erratic. The rancher had always been volatile and had long been pals with the criminal gangs of cowboys that roamed the desert around Tombstone. But after his father died, Clanton began to drink and carouse even more. He also grew paranoid. Six months earlier, he had agreed to help Wyatt Earp nab a group of fugitives wanted for a stagecoach killing. That plan fell through when all three fugitives were eventually killed before capture. But Clanton was terrified that people somehow knew about his involvement in the scheme. The dead men still had powerful friends and Clanton feared they might take revenge on him if his deal with Earp ever came to light. His fears only grew worse when one night the local Wells Fargo agent got drunk and sidled up to Clanton at a bar. The agent brought up the telegram he'd sent to company headquarters about the reward money and tried to assure Clanton that Wyatt Earp would never betray him. Wyatt had been discreet, so the agent didn't know any details of the plot. But it was still clear that he knew Clanton was working with Wyatt. And if this exchange was meant to soothe Clanton's nerves, it had the opposite effect. Immediately, Clanton began to wonder who else Wyatt had told of their scheme. Clanton was especially worried that Wyatt had run his mouth to his close friend Doc Holliday. Holliday wasn't living in Tombstone at the time. He was gambling up in Tucson. But he still made occasional trips down to Tombstone. Moreover, Holladay had a reckless streak and liked to shoot his mouth off. So if Holliday knew then it wouldn't be long before the rest of the town did as well. This fear gnawed at Clanton. On the morning of October 25, 1881, Clanton rode into Tombstone with a companion, 28 year old rancher, Tom McLaury. McLaury stood out in Tombstone as one of the few men who was clean shaven. He was the brother of Frank McLaury, who had tangled with Virgil Earp in the past over stolen army mules. Tom was much quieter than the volatile Frank, though. He had business in town and was visiting to talk to some butchers about his cattle and to grab supplies for an upcoming trip to his sister's wedding in Iowa. Clanton tagged along for a different reason. He needed to blow off steam to manage his anxiety, and he was eager to visit the town's saloons and get drunk. So McLaury and Clanton checked their guns at a local hotel in accordance with the law, then grabbed their first drink around noon. Many more bars followed until the two ranchers eventually got separated. Hungry and drunk, Clanton decided to find a place to get a meal. Around midnight, he ended up at the Alhambra, a cafeteria with sandwiches and quick bites. People sat around tables smoking, playing cards and eating. Among them were Wyatt Earp and his brother Morgan. But Clanton ignored them. He got his food and settled in to eat alone. And it might have been an uneventful night if Doc Holliday hadn't strolled in, fresh from Tucson after a full day of drinking himself. A drunken argument immediately ensued, with Clanton asking Holliday whether he knew any details about his dealings with Wyatt Earp and Wells Fargo. Unfortunately, in his drunkenness, Clanton let slip enough details that Holliday pieced together what had happened. So Holliday then called Clanton out for backstabbing his own friends, a betrayal that violated the gentlemanly code of honor that Holliday was so devoted to. Things only got more heated after that. At one point, Holliday demanded that Clanton go fetch his gun so they could have it out. It's at this point that Morgan Earp intervened, eventually dragging Holliday outside to end the argument. But Clanton followed and kept screaming. It was at this point that Town Marshal Virgil Earp jumped in. He'd been next door at the Occidental Saloon when he heard Clanton and Holliday shouting. After some threats, Virgil convinced Holliday to go to his hotel and sleep things off. But Clanton refused to do the same. So Virgil distracted him by roping him into a poker game at the Occidental. There, Clanton reunited with his friend Tom McLaury, who'd been playing cards with Virgil, and Sheriff Johnny Behan. Assembled around a table together they formed a motley crew, glaring at each other over their cards. But the game lasted all night, in part because Behan was a terrible poker player. But as county sheriff and therefore county tax collector, he was pretty wealthy by Tombstone standards. He showed up for the night's game with a canvas sack full of gold and silver bits that he kept tossing into the pot. And as long as he was willing to lose money, the other players were happy to let him. Finally, around 6am the following day, the game broke up. Despite having been drinking for 18 hours straight. Clanton was still upright and still angry. When Virgil rose from the poker table, Clanton finally noticed the pistol that had been discreetly lying in his lap. Clanton's already paranoid mind, fueled by liquor, jumped to the conclusion that Virgil was looking for an excuse to shoot him. So as Virgil walked away, Clanton followed him outside screaming. Virgil finally convinced Clanton that as a marshal he had a good reason to carry a gun with him and that calmed Clanton down a little. But then Clanton demanded that Virgil relay a message to Doc Holliday to watch his back. Virgil stalked off and left Clanton in the street. He considered Clanton a coward and figured he would eventually pass out somewhere. But he was wrong. After leaving his all night card game, Clanton returned to the hotel where he'd checked his pistol and retrieved it. But instead of leaving town after rearming himself as the law required, he staggered back into the street and started harassing anyone who got within shouting distance of him. A passing bartender tried to steer him to a hotel but Clanton refused to consider the idea. And rather than pass out, Clanton somehow found the energy to stumble into a wine bar and keep drinking. While there he started threatening to murder the Earps. By this time Virgil had arrived home and crawled into bed with his wife Allie. She asked him what he'd been doing all night and Virgil answered that he'd been trying to prevent Doc Holliday and Ike Clanton from killing each other. Allie asked why he didn't just let them. Virgil grunted, then quickly fell asleep until an urgent knock on the door woke him up. Imagine it's 9am on October 26, 1881, on the outskirts of Tombstone. You're a deputy marshal in town and you hurry up to the home of your boss, Virgil Earp. You pound on the door. Verge? Verge, you in there? There's big trouble brewing. There's no answer and no sign of Virgil's wife, Allie. She must be out and about already. You feel awkward but you push the door open and hurry inside. Hey Verge, where are you? Who is it? You enter the bedroom and your shoulders slump to see Virgil still in bed. He blinks at you as if clearing his vision. Oh God. What the hell do you want? I'm sorry to bother you but I. Clanton's on the warpath. He's running from bar to bar swearing he'll shoot anyone who tries to arrest him. What do you mean? I told him to go pass out somewhere. Well maybe you did, but he just kept drinking. He's raising hell. Oh, good Lord. All right, well, hand me a nip of that whiskey. I need some hair of the dog. You hand him the bottle and watch him take a slug and grimace. Then he turns to you. All right, now explain to me what's happened. Well, it's like I said. Clanton kept drinking after you went home. Just causing a hell of a lot of trouble. And now he's threatening people. Has he got his guns on him? Yeah, saying he'll shoot any Earp on sight. Hearing this, Virgil does the last thing you've ever he starts laughing. That's the emptiest threat I've ever heard in my life. I. Clanton is a big talker, but deep down, he's a coward. Burge, I'm telling you, he's out of his mind. I think he's legitimately crazy. Well, be that as it may, I'm going back to bed. I'll check in this afternoon. Burge, no, you gotta get up. No, I gotta sleep. Now get the hell outta here. You consider protesting, but you decide to keep your mouth shut. Virgil's a great boss, but he can be stubborn sometimes. And you know there's nothing you can do to change his mind. So you step outside again and a blast of wind slaps you. You start shivering. But it's not just the cold. You're convinced Ike Clanton is going to do something crazy, and the town's top law enforcement officer isn't taking the threat seriously. You just hope his indifference won't cost someone their life. After dismissing the warning from his deputy marshal, Virgil Earp finally roused himself from bed around noon, at which point another citizen warned him again about Ike Clanton. Angry and annoyed, Virgil finally realized that he'd have to defuse the situation himself. So he hurried off into the cold and windy day. Within a few blocks, Virgil ran into Morgan and Wyatt, who'd also heard that Clanton was stirring up trouble. Virgil made sure they were armed. Then the brothers split up to look for Clanton. Wyatt went one way, Virgil and Morgan another. And it was these two who soon found Clanton in a ridiculous state. He'd fetched his rifle from his hotel as well and was slumped against a wall, cradling it like a baby. He was also carrying on a slurred conversation with the mayor, who was trying to keep him occupied. Given that Clanton was armed and had made explicit threats against his life, Virgil could have shot him then and there. The mayor and the town council almost certainly would have supported him. But Virgil wanted to defuse the violence, not contribute to it. So he decided to disarm Clanton instead. An opportunity soon presented itself. His brother Wyatt appeared at the far opposite end of the street, catching Clanton's attention. Clanton straightened, turned to face Wyatt, and stared him down. He was so focused that Virgil was able to sneak up behind him and yank the rifle away before Clanton saw him. A startled Clanton reached instead for the pistol in his belt. But before he managed to get it free, Virgil unholstered his own and pistol whipped Clanton, who crumpled to the ground in a heap, his head bleeding. The Earps then dragged Clanton into a special town courtroom where cases of drunkenness and other petty crimes were processed quickly. Virgil fetched a local judge, who fined Clanton $27.50. Clanton then staggered off, free but woozy, his head still bleeding. The Earps figured that he wasn't a threat anymore, and the day's events might have ended there if not for Wyatt's temper. Wyatt did not get angry quickly. His fuse burned slowly. But once aroused, his temper was volcanic. And something about Clanton's threats that morning set him off. Wyatt was still steaming while walking home. On the way, he bumped into Clanton's companion, Tom McLory. McLaury had a wicked hangover and was chastising himself for not getting any errands done the day before. And he had no idea where Clanton was. So he was planning to track his friend down, finish his errands, have another drink or two, and then get home. Accounts differ on what McClory said to Wyatt as they passed each other, but whatever it was, Wyatt erupted, and McClory didn't back down either. He answered that he'd fight Wyatt right there in the street. Wyatt demanded to know twice if McClory was armed. McClory denied it, but Wyatt didn't believe him. So Wyatt pulled his gun out and smashed McLaury in the temple. The blow left him prostrate in the street, and witnesses recall being shocked at the outburst of violence from Wyatt. But he didn't care. Wyatt trudged home, satisfied that the day's troubles were over. But what he didn't realize was that Tom McClory and Ike Clanton would soon have reinforcements. In fact, McClory and Clanton's brothers were already in town, and they would soon be coming after the Earps, looking for revenge.
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Around 1pm on October 26, 1881, Frank McLaury and Billy Clanton ambled into Tombstone on horseback. Shivering against the chilly wind, they trotted down the dusty street, passing rowdy saloons and hotels on either side. They were each visiting on routine business and had no idea that their brothers, Tom McClory and I Clanton, had gotten into so much trouble. After they tied up their horses, Frank McLaury, aged 33, and Billy Clanton, aged 19, entered a hotel and bellied up to the bar. They wanted a warming slug of whiskey after a cold and windy ride, but before they could even raise a toast, a bystander hurried up and filled them in about their brothers who were still nursing wounds. Frank was stunned to hear about Wyatt Earp pistol whipping Tom, and Billy was equally surprised to hear about Virgil clobbering his drunken brother Ike. They soon grew furious, especially Frank. He'd always viewed the Earps as bullies who used their badges to push around hard working folks like him, so they left their drinks untouched and hurried outside. It's not clear whether Frank and Billy intended to turn their guns in at the hotel bar upon arriving in town, but there was no way. They were leaving themselves unarmed now because Frank's thoughts were hot with revenge. Still, his most pressing concern was to round up his brother and Ike Clanton and get out of town before anything worse happened. He and Billy grabbed their horses and began searching for Tom and Ike. Tom McClory proved elusive, but they did find Ike Clanton inside a gun shop. Ike's head was now bandaged, but blood was already seeping through the wrapping. The Earps had confiscated Ike's rifle and pistol earlier that morning, so Eike had made his way to the gun shop where he demanded that the owner sell him a pistol. The owner, though, had heard about his fight with the Earps and refused. But when Frank McLaury and Billy Clanton arrived at the shop, the owner agreed to sell them boxes of ammunition, which they all started loading into their guns. It's not clear why they wanted the ammunition. They could simply have been restocking their usual supplies. Unfortunately, Wyatt Earp happened to be standing across the street from the gun shop, watching everything unfold through the store's plate glass window. And the sight of the cowboys buying ammunition and loading their guns did not look innocent to him. A minute later, Virgil hurried up. Although he had downplayed the warnings about Clanton before, he was now taking the threat quite seriously. He was carrying a shotgun he'd just borrowed from Wells Fargo, a far deadlier weapon than Virgil's regular pistols. So Wyatt and Virgil watched carefully as the cowboys exited the shop, at which point Tom McLaury happened by. He joined his brother and friends as the two parties eyed each other hard. Then the cowboys turned and walked a few blocks north. At that point, an armed Doc Holliday arrived on the scene with Morgan. He had also been alerted that morning that I. Clanton was on the warpath. But like Virgil Earp, Holliday had waved the warning off and kept sleeping until early afternoon. After rising, he wandered over to the Alhambra cafeteria for a late breakfast. There, Holliday ran into Morgan Earp, who updated him on the situation. Holliday realized a fight might be brewing and he was eager to get in on the action. Holliday and Morgan had rushed outside and then found Virgil and Wyatt near the gun shop. As the four men discussed what to do, the last major player in the day's events approached, Sheriff Johnny Behan. Behan had slept even later than Virgil and doc Holliday. Around 1:30pm he'd been getting a leisurely shave downtown when some men gossiping in the barbershop informed him of the day's event, an alarmed Behan jumped up, half shaved and raced out to find the three Earp brothers and Doc Holliday all armed and glaring at The Clantons and McLaury's in the gun shop across the street. Fearing a shootout, Behan encouraged the Earps and Holliday to head into a nearby saloon called Hafford's to cool their heels. They agreed and went inside. After they grabbed a round of drinks a local businessman asked to speak with Virgil in private. He told Virgil he had a dozen folks ready to arm themselves as vigilantes. After months of robberies and threats, many residents had reached their limit with the cowboys lawlessness and they were prepared to make a stand with Virgil and send a message to the cowboys that their time was up. But Virgil despised vigilante groups who often turned just as lawless and violent as the men they sought to tame. So he refused to help and rejoined his brothers Holliday and Behan at the table. Soon after this a miner wandered in and informed them that The Clantons and McLorys were spouting off about them at a rowdy saloon called called the OK Corral. The cowboys were swearing that they'd shoot the Earps on sight. Hearing this, Virgil made a decision. He announced that The Clantons and McLaury's could talk all they wanted. If they did so indoors, he and his brothers would let them be as long as they weren't waving their guns around in the street. This was a pragmatic decision. But not everyone was content with Virgil's plan to stand pat and see what the cowboys did. Sheriff Johnny Behan in particular thought he had a better idea. Imagine it's the afternoon of October 26, 1881. You're the county sheriff for the Tombstone region. You're sitting in a bar nursing a whiskey at a table with the Earp brothers and Doc Holliday. The events of the past 24 hours have shaken you. The town's been lucky to avoid major violence so far. But you're not out of the woods yet. Tensions are running high. Someone could easily still die. But like any good politician, you sense an opportunity in this crisis. Tap Virgil Earp on the shoulder and lead him away for a private chat. Virgil looks at you sternly. What's on your mind? I've got an idea. A way to maybe diffuse things. I don't want to hear any clever ideas from you. You're the whole reason those cowboys run wild. You should have been busting their heads for months now. Hey, calm Down. I do maintain friendly relations with them. But there's a good reason for that. Oh, I know. It's because they vote for you. Quid pro quo. You get a shiny badge and they get to commit crimes with impunity. No, that's not it at all. The real reason is to get them to trust me. Why do you need their trust? So I can approach them, talk to them in moments of crisis like this, like now. If I play my cards right, I think I can convince them to give up their guns. Oh, I doubt it. Look, I'm under no impression that that those men are upright citizens. They're petty and they're selfish. But let's use that to our advantage. Appeal to their self interest. And how are you gonna do that? Well, I'll tell them flat out that they can't beat three armed Earp brothers, plus Doc Holliday and who knows how many vigilantes will join in. Their best hope is to surrender their guns to me for temporary safekeeping and just leave town. And you think they'll agree to that? It's worth a shot. But you've got to promise me something. If I do disarm them, they get safe passage out of town. What do you say? Virgil crosses his arms and looks away. You see him chewing his lip, thinking things over? I'm fine. But I want him gone within the hour. Okay. It's a deal then. I don't think you're going to regret this. Just keep your side of the bargain, right? Don't you worry about that. You know it's those cowboys who can't be trusted. You nod curtly and hurry to the door before Virgil can change his mind. If you succeed in disarming the cowboys, you'll look like a hero, which will be a fine thing come election time. After cutting a deal with Virgil Earp, Tombstone County Sheriff Johnny Behan headed over to the OK Corral Saloon around 2:30pm he pushed open the doors and stepped inside. But to his surprise, The Clantons and McClorys weren't there. Behan's confidence crumbled. Fearing a disaster was brewing, Virgil Earp had specifically said he would not go after the cowboys as long as they stayed indoors. And obviously they had not. So Behan darted back into the street to hunt them down. It was only a few minutes earlier, just before Behan's arrival, that the Clantons and the McClorys had ducked out of the corral's back door, grabbed their horses and headed down an alley toward Fremont Street. There, Frank Chatted with a butcher conducting a bit of the business he'd originally come to town for. The others lingered in a narrow, empty lot next door to the shop. But as Frank was wrapping up his business, he saw a breathless Johnny Behan run up. The sheriff pleaded with Frank to hand over his pistol. Frank refused. He thought it would look soft to surrender his gun to a lawman in public. But Behan persisted, arguing that Frank needed to think things through. If he took on three armed Earp brothers and Doc Holliday, someone would likely end up dead. Behan finally managed to convince Frank and to help him save face, they agreed to go to Behan's office, where Frank could surrender his gun in private. Behan then entered the lot next door to speak with the other cowboys. Seeing Frank back down, they also reluctantly agreed to surrender their guns. Behan's confidence crept back. But then things got complicated. Despite his initial agreement, Frank McLaury changed his mind. He was still willing to give up his gun, but only if Behan also disarmed Wyatt Earp as punishment for pistol whipping his brother. Behan groaned at this, because there was no chance Wyatt would surrender his pistol at the demand of someone like McLaury. Behan again tried to make Frank see reason. But before Behan could get anywhere, he heard a bystander shout, here they come. Confused, Behan ducked out of the lot and looked down the street. What he saw nearly made him jump out of his boots. Doc Holliday and the three Irf brothers had left Halford Saloon and were now stalking toward the vacant lot with hard glints of hatred in their eyes. Behan feared his efforts to defuse the situation were unraveling, and he was running out of time to stop a violent confrontation. We're spending more than ever. I hate my job. The price of everything has gone up. AI is threatening my job. It's crisis after crisis. Nothing is working out.
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On the afternoon of October 26, 1881, Town Marshal Virgil Earp strode through Tombstone, Arizona, leading the way toward Fremont Street. His brother Wyatt flanked him on the left, his brother Morgan and their friend Doc Holliday to the right. Each man held a pistol, and Holliday gripped a shotgun. Holliday had intended to hide the shotgun beneath his long coat, but whenever the wind kicked up, his coat fluttered open. This line of armed men made for an ominous sight to residents watching from the windows. Only a few moments earlier, a local man had entered Halford's Saloon, where the Earp brothers were gathered nursing drinks. He told Virgil that the cowboys had left the OK Corral Saloon and were now loitering in a vacant lot near Fremont street and that they were still armed. Virgil's face flushed with anger. He had been willing to let The Clantons and McClorys spout off inside the OK Corral, but now that they were moving through town openly armed, Virgil felt like his credibility was on the line. So he rushed outside along with his brothers and Doc Holliday. When this quartet were a block away from the vacant lot, County Sheriff Johnny Behan spotted them and ran up. Behan begged them to turn around, but they pushed past him, unwilling to back down. As they strode toward the lot, Behan shouted after them. His next words were later disputed. Wyatt and Virgil would swear that he said the cowboys were already disarmed, but Behan insisted he only said he was about to disarm them them. Either way, Wyatt and Virgil believed the outlaws were disarmed. Confident they wouldn't be fired upon, they relaxed and slipped their pistols into their pockets. They then continued walking forward to confront the cowboys and assert control, making sure the situation didn't spiral further out of hand. Their brother Morgan lingered a few steps behind while Doc Holliday posted himself in the street, ready to fire the shotgun if any other cowboys appeared. Wyatt and Virgil then entered the narrow lot, which sat a few doors down from the OK Corral Saloon. It was a small dirt plot, only 15ft wide, flanked by wooden buildings on either side. There, Ike Clanton stood alone, still drunk and swaying unsteadily. The McLaury brothers, Billy Clanton and another cowboy, were gathered near two horses at the far side of the lot. Virgil and Wyatt quickly realized that their adversaries were still armed with pistols and had rifles secured to the saddles of their horses. So Virgil shouted for the cowboys to throw down their guns. Frank McLaury said they would, but at the same time, he grabbed for his pistol. A chain reaction followed, and every man quickly drew a gun and cocked it. Virgil shouted, hold. But no one did. According to most accounts, Wyatt fired first, yanking his pistol from his pocket and aiming at the man he considered Most dangerous, Frank McLaury. Wyatt plugged him in the stomach, and McClory dropped to the ground. A split second later, Billy Clanton fired at Wyatt and missed. Virgil was slow to fire, and it cost him. From the ground, the wounded Frank fired on Virgil and struck him in the calf. Virgil crumpled in pain. In a panic, Ike Clanton rushed toward Wyatt and begged him not to shoot. The two began to wrestle instead. Meanwhile, Morgan, still back on the sidewalk, fired a shot at Billy Clanton, hitting him in the torso. Billy staggered back against the wooden wall, but still managed to fire at Wyatt. This bullet strayed wide, merely tearing a hole in Wyatt's coat. Wyatt was still grappling with Ike, who clawed at Wyatt's pistol until it accidentally went off. Meanwhile, the injured Virgil kept firing from the ground. That's when Morgan cried out. A bullet had gone clean through his shoulder. It may have come from one of the outlaws, but it's just as likely it was friendly fire from Wyatt or Virgil. And it was shortly after Morgan was hit that Wyatt finally threw Ike off. Ike sprinted down the street, getting as far from the firefight as he could. But all this time, Tom McClory had been hiding behind his horse on the side of the lot. Wyatt, free at last, took aim, but his shot grazed the animal instead. The horse bolted, leaving Tom exposed. That's when Doc Holliday took advantage and blasted Tom with the shotgun, striking him under his right armpit. Tom staggered down the street, badly wounded and stumbled into a telegraph pole. But Billy Clanton, bleeding badly from the wounded in his torso, was still trying to fire at the Earps. Either Wyatt or Virgil hit him again, this time in his right wrist, his shooting hand. Billy slumped to the ground and gamely tried to keep shooting with his left hand, but his shots went wild. This left Frank McLaury as the only real danger. He'd already been shot in the stomach and had taken cover behind a second horse. But now, as he fired at Morgan, this horse spooked and tore off. Frank was left kneeling in the street, exposed. Doc Holliday rushed forward. He had discarded the shotgun and pulled out his pistol with its distinctive nickel plating. He leveled it at Frank. Despite his grave injury, Frank raised his own gun. At the same time, the two men froze, pistols trained on each other. Frank roared, I've got you now. And Holliday responded. You're a daisy if you have blaze away. Both men fired. Frank's bullet grazed Holliday's hip. Holliday's bullet slammed into Frank's chest and he toppled sideways. A heavy silence, then fell over the lot. After 30 bullets in just as many seconds, the fight was over. On the lawman's side, Virgil had been shot in the calf and Morgan in the shoulder. A bullet had grazed Doc Holliday's hip and Wyatt was left untouched. Aside from several holes in his coat, the cowboys had suffered far worse. Frank McLaury was dead. Bystanders dragged Tom McLory and Billy Clanton into a nearby home and summoned two doctors to help them. But he was already too late. Tom lay quietly bleeding out until his ragged breathing stopped. Billy, just 19, screamed in agony for 15 minutes before a doctor finally took mercy on him and ended his suffering with a lethal shot of morph. Meanwhile, the main instigator, Ike Clanton, was cowering on a street corner two blocks away. Sheriff Johnny Behan arrested him and took him into protective custody. Rumors were swirling that vigilantes wanted to lynch Ike, so Behan assigned 10 men to guard him that night in his cell, Behan also tried to arrest Wyatt Earp for firing first. The sheriff had a long standing grudge against Wyatt ever since Wyatt dated his ex fiance and saw him as a political rival. But Wyatt wouldn't back down. He told Behan to go to hell and vowed to stay in town and face any negative reaction from the public for what he'd done. So Behan relented and despite his hostility toward Wyatt, he then visited Virgil at his home that night and promised to support him in the investigation to come. The Earps, bruised and bloodied, were proud of what they had done. But if they had expected to be hailed as heroes, they were about to be disappointed. Imagine it's October 27, 1881. You're a deputy undertaker in Tombstone and you're dressing the third and final body on the wide table in front of you. This time it's 19 year old Billy Clanton. You slide his arms into a white shirt and start buttoning it. Then you lift his heavy head and loop a necktie under the collar. You try not to look too closely at his face because he still looks like a boy. A moment later, your boss enters and sets a rectangular parcel down on a small table. Then he pulls the bag from his pocket and hands it to you. Here, put these on instead. You open the bag to find three ties. Are these Silk they are. The tailor donated them. But why? Because they're of the same mind on this. These men deserve to go into the ground looking respectful. They died like heroes. Heroes? They got into a gunfight. Yes, a gunfight. Standing up to those Earp thugs and that scoundrel Doc Holliday. You're taken aback. You knew your boss was a Democrat and sympathized with the ranchers and cowboys. But this vehemence surprises you? Well, I heard Ike Clanton provoked them. No, that's not what I heard. I. Clanton is the biggest coward in Arizona. You really think he'd provoke armed lawmen like that? Well, maybe if he was drunk. No, not a chance. And what about Wyatt Earp pistol whipping Tom McClory for no reason? Look at that bruise on Tom's body. If someone had attacked my brother, I'd have shot him too. But don't they all run with Curly Bill Brocius and the worst of the outlaws? Yeah, and some of them steal cattle from the Mexicans too. But what do I care? Besides, the outlaws aren't the point. Look at this face right here. Your boss points to Billy Clanton. He brushes some hair away from the young man's forehead. This here's a child. You wouldn't think he was even 15. I've got a son this age, you know. And for one mistake, for sticking up for his brother. Now he's dead. You think that's fair? You think that's justice? I don't know. Well, I know it's not. Now get them in the silk ties. You do as your boss says. But when you finish, he has another surprise for you. In the front of the shop sits three handsome cherry wood coffins. The most expensive ones in stock. Each one has a dummy inside with wax heads and bodies stuffed with straw. Your boss points to them in the window. Alright, now pull those dummies out of the coffins. Why? Because we're going to put these bodies in the window instead. I want the whole world to see what the Earps did. The idea unsettles you, but you can tell your boss is serious. Because as you prepare the bodies, he's radiating a hand painted sign that reads Murdered in the streets of Tombstone. As he places the sign in the shop window, a chill runs down your spine. The events of yesterday shocked everyone. But now you're realizing that with people's blood running so hot, the wave of violence might not be over. After the shootout on October 26, the Earp brothers were confident that the majority of Tombstone stood behind them. Even the two newspapers in town, which normally couldn't agree on what day of the week it was, ran stories stating that the brothers actions, however regrettable, were justified. But many people in Tombstone had a different opinion. The local undertaker put the cowboys bodies on display in the window of his funeral parlor next to a sign accusing the Earps of murder. Other local business owners donated clothing and flowers and the dead trio were placed in expensive caskets, each with a silver nameplate. Then came the funeral. On October 28, two hearses solemnly rolled through town with the bodies inside. Ike Clanton and his older brother followed in another hearse. Like dignitaries, a brass band played somber dirges and 300 cowboys lined the streets, hats in hand. They were all there to pay their respects and to make a show of force. The Earps may have believed that they had put an end to Tombstone's troubles, but in truth, their troubles were about to get much, much worse. Next on American History Tellers. The shootout at the OK Corral sparks a series of assassination attempts on the Earp brothers and their allies, who finally have to go rogue to eliminate their enemies once and for all. If you like American Historytellers, you can binge all episodes early and ad free right now by joining Wondery in the Wondery app or on Apple Podcasts. Prime members can listen ad free on Amazon Music. And before you go, tell us about yourself by filling out a short survey@wondery.com survey from Wander Eat. This is episode three of our four part series on the shootout at the OK Corral from American Historytellers. If you'd like to learn more about the shootout at Tombstone, we recommend the Last Gunfight by Jeff Guinn, Tombstone by Tom Clavett and Ride the Devil's Herd by John Bozenecker. American Historytellers is hosted, edited and produced by me, Lindsey Graham for Airship Audio editing by Mohammed Shazib Sound design by Molly Bach Music by Thrum this episode is written by Sam Keane Edited by Dorian Marina Produced by Alida Rozanski Managing Producer Desi Blaylock Senior Producer Ginny Blume Executive Producers are Jenny Lauer, Beckman, Marcia Louie and Erin O' Flaherty for Wondery.
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On Boxing Day 2018, 20 year old Joy Morgan was last seen at her church, Israel United in Christ or iuic. I just went on my Snapchat and I just see her face plastered everywhere. This is the missing sister, the true story of a woman betrayed by those she trusted most. IUIC is my family and like the best family that I've ever had But IUIC isn't like most churches.
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This is a devilish cult. You know when you get that feeling like you just, I don't want to be here. I want to get out. It's like that feeling of like, I want to go hang out.
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I'm Charlie Brent Coast Cuff. And after years of investigating Joy's case, I need to know what really happened to Joy. Binge all episodes of the Missing Sister exclusively and ad free right now on Wondery. Start your free trial of Wondery plus on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, or in the Wondery app.