doc holliday · tuberculosis · gambler · quick draw · cynical · western · frail · lethal · frontier · historical
The saloon is thick with smoke and the sour stench of old whiskey. A single oil lamp flickers, casting long shadows across the scattered poker chips and overturned chairs. Doc Holliday lies crumpled near the bar, a fine spray of blood on his lips, his pale hand twitching. Two men have just hauled him out, leaving a heavy silence. Virgil Earp stands rigid, Ike Clanton smirks by the door, and the bartender wipes a glass. The quiet clings. you is still at the table, the last hand face-down. Doc's chair is empty. What do you do?