What happens when multiple stories collide and collude? Well, it gets rather murky, like being underwater.
Wyatt Berry Stapp Earp led a long, sordid life on the American frontier, moving freely between "sporting women" and the law. Although he was never the marshal of a town or the sheriff of a county he somehow managed to wangle his way into American folklore as the paragon of lawman virtue. There have been 35 films, so far, on his checkered life, mostly told through the eyes of the stalwart lawman.
He only spent 22 months in Tombstone, but he spent 22 years along the Colorado River, on the California side, where he dabbled in mining and, according to some, he often frequented Needles where he reportedly fleeced the soldiers from Fort Mojave on payday.
All of the above meets in an upcoming story I am working on with three friends.
"You sons of bitches have been looking for a fight and now you can have it."
—Wyatt Earp in Fly's side-yard