They did not expect the sight which
greets them. Between the house and barn, a man toils over
a shallow grave, his work with the shovel slow going. Every
other spade full or so he stops to blot his eyes against
a filthy shirt cuff. Near him stand two boys, one about
six years old, the other perhaps ten, the youngest crying
loudly, the older standing stiff and silent.
Doc and Wyatt ride up to the house
and tie their horses to the hitching post. On the narrow
porch and covered by a blood-soaked quilt is what appears
to be two bodies. While Wyatt checks, Doc walks over to
where the farmer labors. Oddly enough, no one pays any attention
to his approach and he waits silently, hat in hand, for
At Wyatt's approach, Doc turns
slightly. Earp leans in close to whisper his findings. The
dead are a boy of about twelve and his mother, hacked to
death. Earp takes a deep breath, the pain reflected in his
eyes more revealing than words. The lawmen are on the right
track. The killers can't be far ahead.
The marshals take over the grave
digging from the exhausted farmer. In darkness they finish
and in darkness the bodies of a woman and her son are put
into the ground. Like the young mother in Dodge, they will
find no peace until their killers find justice.