“The town of Tombstone, Arizona was quiet that day. Maybe too quiet, as the Gunslingers rode into the streets. Dust kicked up as their horses crossed into the main intersection and they dismounted facing the ugliest bunch of desperadoes they'd ever come across.

The fight went badly from the outset. Frank James shot himself in the foot and Pat Garrett struggled mightily to draw his weapon. It seemed as though our band of outlaws had finally met their match.

Ben Thompson stood as the lone man with the resolve to match the desperadoes blow for blow. He stood firm against the onslaught, and gave every bit as good as he got. In the end, it was enough to save the group and their honor.

Frank spent the next few days in the local infirmary, nursing his wounds as his injured pride.”