When Wyatt walked into the Oriental the next morning, Ned the bartender was waiting to talk with him. “It’s Ike Clanton,” he said. “He’s talking a whole lot of s**t. He’s saying he’s gonna gun down the Earps and Doc Holliday. He’s saying it’s gonna happen soon.”
“That’s what men like Ike Clanton do,” said Wyatt. “They talk.”
“He’s always in here shooting off his mouth about this and that, but this time it was different. This time it felt like he meant it.”
“How long was he in here?”
“Couple hours,” said Ned. “I think he was trying to drink up the courage to confront you boys.”
Wyatt thought about it, pissed. “What else did he say?”
“He talked about having your wives murdered. He even mentioned your friend, the Jewish dancer.”
“Josephine?” asked Wyatt.
“Yeah, her,” said Ned.
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