January 29th, 2009
Much has happened since I left the country. I felt it was necessary to relieve myself of this place for awhile as the heat had started to get to me, if you know what I mean.
Back on October 28th Marshal Fred White went and got himself killed at the hands of that murdering scoundrel William Brocius. I really liked Marshal White and he seemed to have taken a liken to me.
Then in November my good friend Wyatt Earp resigned as Deputy Sheriff of Tombstone and just days later Ben Sippy, what kind of name is that, “Sippy” ?, beat Virgil out of the City Marshal position. No doubt Wyatt learned that the fix was in and chose to leave when he did. This town is sure to go to hell now!!!
Did you hear that Billy the Kid’s pard Tom O’Folliard was shot and killed by Sheriff Pat Garrett? Yah, it happened back in December, on the 19th near Fort Sumner. You do know where Fort Sumner is, don’t you? I mention this in case you can’t read and don’t hear so well.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention that four days later the Kid was captured alive by Marshal Garrett in Stinking Springs.
Well that is all for now. I have a number of people waiting on me. We seem to share a desire to match skills and violate ourselves with the spirits while bucking the tiger.
October 14th, 2008
By now you have heard about the little dust-up a few days ago. The disagreement between Johnny Tyler and myself did not involve Milt Joyce and he should have minded his own business. Regarding Joyce, it is not his way to keep to himself. He just can’t mind his own business. I know I should not have reacted the way I did but a man can only be expected to be pushed so far without responding in kind.
I did go before Jim Reilly, Justice of Peace on the 12th (Oct/12/1880) and admitted my part. Justice Reilly, a true gentleman, excepted my plea and fined me $20.00 and court costs of $11.25.
I consider this matter closed as long as Milty keeps his nose out of my affairs.
September 21st, 2008
It’s Sunday morning and I need to get to bed but before I do I wanted to make it known that I, John Henry Holliday did my civic duty by registering (9/19/1879) to vote on Friday. I would hope that all fair minded people would do the same. The drakes and the bums of Tombstone are another story and it would be better for their health if they just stayed away.
… and yes, I did win last night.
July 19th, 2008
As the story goes, and I’m not saying its true, on this day a few years back (1878) I supposedly was living in Las Vegas, New Mexico Territory were I operated a Saloon. On this particular day a no good account by the name of Mike Gordon tried to get one of my gals to run off with him. She wasn’t the least bit interested and told him so. His poor little ego got bruised so he went outside and started shooting up my place. I calmly got up from my chair and walked out the door and put and end to the disturbance. Next day Gordon was busy pushing up daisies.
June 29th, 2008
Big news yesterday, June 28, 1881, Virgil Earp went and got himself appointed Town Marshal of Tombstone. He replaces Ben Sippy who was a fair man. Better Virgil then me. You couldn’t pay me enough to take that job. I will add that Virgil is the correct man for the job though I am a bit concerned how he will treat me.
June 24th, 2008
I was just setting here inside the Long Branch Saloon and realized that it was on this day in 1865 that Virgil was mustered out of the Union Army. Virgil didn’t care much for me and I can say the same for him. Now everyone knows that Wyatt and I were good friends but I’ll bet you didn’t realize that Morg took a real shine to me and we paled around far more then Wyatt and I.
Did you know that at one time Wyatt, Bat Masterson, Luke Short and I all worked together turning cards at the Oriental Saloon in Tombstone ?
June 17th, 2008
Hey did you hear about the shootout last week ?
Brothers Ike and Bill Haslett got word that outlaws mean to do them harm so the Haslett’s decide to shot first. The Haslett’s wait concealed outside a store as Bill Leonard and Harry “The Kid” Head approach. Shots are exchanged and the outlaws are dead. It’s a good way to start the day if you are the Haslett’s.
A good way for me to start the day is getting up around noon and taking a nip of the ” critter”.
June 12th, 2008
Well, here I set playing a game of solitaire when I should be trimming the fat off some poor cow poke. Such is the life of a professional gambler.
Speaking of gamblers, did you know we professionals made a habit of not playing with each other ? It is true. Playing against another skilled player was a good way for one of us to lose our stake and if that happened it meant getting involved in some type of physical labor in order to refill our poke.
Hell, I’d rather have to spend the night with Kate then toil for someone else but that’s a whole other story.
Hey barkeep, my bottle seems to have a hole in it. Could you be a gentlemen and fetch me another ?
May 27th, 2008
To begin with, I would like to set the record straight. I am not as bad as many have suggested nor am I as good as a few have stated. I was born and raised Southern and have tried, though I admit at times I have failed, to be a Southern Gentlemen at all times.
On one hand life has dealt me a terrible hand and on the other it sure has been interesting and exciting. Never you mind the scoundrels that have written all those lies about me. They are of the same cloth that wrote the Aces and Eights lie about Wild Bill in Deadwood and the story and photograph that was suppose to be of my dear friend Wyatt’s wife. I could go on about story after story but why belabor the point. You either understand or you don’t.
Did I mention how hot it is today. Not many people about on the street and fewer in here. I was hoping to work some magic with the cards this afternoon but it looks like I’ll have to wait until later. See you then.
