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Two photographs of Doc Holliday
John Henry Doc Holliday is one of the most enigmatic figures from the Wild West. Was he a gambler and gunman who murdered many a man in his time and was involved in many illegal acts, or was he an educated southern gentleman, a true friend and good man, driven to bend the law for the greater good? This article attempts to address something of that enigma, to understand a little more one of the most complex of Wild West people. The man, the legend and this is his story.
His life
John Henry Holliday was born on August 14, 1851 in Griffin, Georgia to relatively rich parents. His father was a talented and educated man, having made a living as a pharmacist, lawyer and plantation owner whilst also finding time to fight in the civil war where he served as a Major in the southern armies. The Holliday family were well educated, well bred southern gentlemen and John Henry was no exception. There was an expectation, almost a demand that he would enter a profession, and he did. In 1870 he enrolled in Dental School and studied there for two years, writing a thesis on the disease of the teeth before going on to be conferred the degree of Doctor of Dental Surgery in 1872. He moved to Atlanta and began practising dentistry, but fate had another life in store for him.
Whilst in Atlanta, John Henry contracted tuberculosis, a terrible debilitating illness that ruined his lungs and caused coughing fits at the most inopportune moments. He sought advice from doctors who told him he had months to live, but may live a little longer if he moved to a drier climate. This disease, that would eventually be the one to lay him low, was the turning point of his entire life, from respectable southern gentleman with a career to a hard drinking, hard gambling gunman of the highest quality.
Doc moved west at this point, arriving in Dallas in October of 1873 where he made another attempt to enter the dentistry profession again, but soon found his business dwindling when word of his coughing fits got around. He soon turned to one of the few other things he knew he was good at, gambling. A former slave back when he was younger had taught him the skill of skinning cards (a way of determining the likely outcome of a game) and Doc was good at it. One of the things a professional gambler always had to be aware of in those days was the danger of being attacked during a game, and any sensible person pursuing this line of work made sure they knew how to defend themselves with both knife and pistol.
At this time, around 1875 Doc would be involved in one of his earliest gunfights, but certainly not a great indication of his future talents! He argued with a saloon owner in Dallas called Charlie Austin and a firefight began, though neither side actually managed to hit the other before it was broken up. Both were arrested, but later released, but docs reputation in Dallas had taken a beating and he left soon afterwards. Doc drifted for some time, never spending long in any one town, always gambling, often in trouble, though its difficult to determine just how many men he might have killed during this time.
In Fort Griffin, sometime in 1877 he met a 26-year-old educated woman of Hungarian descent named Kate Elder and the two hit it off pretty much straight away. Kate was known to the Earp family, as she and Bessie Earp (James Earps Wife) were fined in 1874 for running a sporting house (read brothel) in Kansas. Doc and Kate would live together on and off throughout the rest of Docs turbulent life. It was at Fort Griffin that Doc first met with Wyatt Earp and the two became friends. His stay in the town though was short. During one of the many gambling games Doc ran in the Cattle Exchange Saloon, Doc was playing poker with a man called Ed Bailey.

Big Nose Kate
Bailey, the story goes was Monkeying (Looking at the discarded cards pile which is a form of cheating) and Doc warned him a number of times. The next time he did it Doc took the pot without showing his hand, something that was common in gambling ethics. Bailey pulled out his gun, only for Doc to disembowel and kill him. Though he claimed self defence, the marshal confined him to house arrest to determine the events. The people of the town though were set on hanging Doc, so Kate set a fire to distract the town and broke Doc out. The couple fled to Dodge City Kansas, arriving in early 1878.
Doc began his time in Dodge practising dentistry once more, but soon reverted to form, though this time he did manage to stay out of trouble. During the time though, he reformed a friendship with Wyatt Earp who had arrived in the town and soon took upon the role of Assistant City Marshal. It was during this period though that the friendship of Wyatt was cemented fully. The stories vary wildly, but generally speaking Wyatt was cornered by a number of Cowboys, one of whom had the drop on him. Holliday came up behind this cowboy and hit him hard, taking him down. Wyatt would forever remember that night and his debt to the thin southern gentleman gambler.
Holliday was never one to settle down though and he drifted, to Las Vegas (New Mexico) and set up a Saloon which he part owned. He then moved onto Prescott Arizona, lured by the ideal of a gold strike further along the trail, but won big on the gaming tables there and returned to Las Vegas again. It was here that Doc would re-encounter Charlie White employed as a bar- tender. In 1878, the two had a confrontation and Doc had run White out town. White had not forgotten about the incident because when Doc came in the saloon, White drew his gun and started shooting. Doc returned fire and dropped White to the floor. Thinking he had killed White, Doc decided it was time to get out of town. Meanwhile, White had only been grazed by the bullet and headed out of town for Boston not wanting to chance another encounter with Doc.
Doc moved back to Prescott and then onto Tombstone in 1880 at the suggestion of Wyatt who said the town needed a new dentist. On the trail though he split from Kate and arrived single, though she would periodically turn up in Tombstone. At tombstone Doc would once again revert to his old self, drinking and having trouble trail around after him. His first problem occurred soon after his arrival when Wyatt threw Johnny Tyler out of the oriental saloon whilst Doc berated him, only for Tyler to return armed and attempt to take revenge, issuing a challenge to Doc. Fortunately both were relieved of their weapons before anyone was hurt, but Doc was unhappy. The weapons were taken by Milt Joyce, the Saloon Keeper, who put them behind the bar, but Doc wanted them back. He returned armed, and in the ensuing drunken scuffle he shot and wounded Joyce and his assistant before being pistol whipped into submission and arrested. He was later fined damages and costs.
Soon afterwards Doc was accused of having held up a stagecoach and killing two men on it, and arrested by County Sheriff Behan on the drunken testimony of Kate, whom had recently rowed with Doc. The charges were later thrown out for lack of evidence which I will deal with in more depth in the Shootout article (part 3). The mud stuck though, and Doc left for Tuscon in October of 1881. he didnt spend long there though as Morgan Earp turned up after four days, saying that Wyatt needed help once more. Doc returned straight away, just in time.
The trouble that had gradually been brewing with the Cowboy faction in the town was about to boil over completely. They had gotten into a number of scrapes with both the Earps and Holliday prior to this, and this finally culminated in the shootout at the OK Coral on the 26th October 1881, at which Doc was a prominent figure, shooting Tom McLaury dead with a shotgun whilst himself only being grazed during the 30 second fight.
This incident sparked off a period of violent warfare between the Earps and the cowboys. Though the Earps and Holliday were charged with murder, they were acquitted and the cowboys vowed revenge. Johnny Ringo, one of the cowboys deadliest members challenged Doc and possibly Wyatt first, and Doc responded, but both men were disarmed before any harm could come. Tragedy struck later though when the cowboys first wounded Virgil Earp and then assassinated Morgan Earp. This would begin what has become known as the Tombstone vendetta. Wyatt's brother Warren, Doc Holliday, Turkey Creek Jack Johnson, Texas Jack Vermillion, and Sherman McMasters would ride in a posse with U.S. Marshal Wyatt Earp and hunt down those Wyatt believed responsible and kill them. Including Curley Bill Brocius, who Wyatt shot at Iron Springs and Frank Stilwell the friend of Ike Clanton .
After the vendetta Doc and the Earps left for Colorado, arriving in April 1882, possibly to avoid any trumped up charges of murder during the vendetta. In Denver this problem became reality and Doc was arrested and was due to be sent back to Tombstone, but Wyatt managed to pull strings and get Doc off the hook. Doc once again drifted, turning up in a number of towns including Dodge once more and then Leadville. It was there that he ran into two old enemies from Tombstone, Billy Allen and Johnny Tyler. Friends advised Doc that Allen had threatened him and was looking for him with a pistol. Around 5 PM on August 19, 1884, Doc strolled into Hyman's Saloon, and placed himself at the end of the bar near the cigar lighter. As Billy Allen crossed the threshold, Doc leveled his pistol and fired creasing Allen's head. Reaching over the tobacco counter, Doc shot him again through the left arm below the shoulder. Holliday would have shot him again, but bystanders disarmed him. Allen was much larger than Doc and had obviously threatened him publicly so Doc was acquitted of the shooting charges.
Time was running out for Doc now though and he was becoming increasingly ill. By 1887 he retired to Glenwood Springs Colorado on doctors advice, but it was too late. The last 57 days of his life he spent bedridden, and for 14 of those he was delirious. On November 8th 1887 he awoke clear-eyed and asked for a glass of whiskey. It was given to him and he drank it down with enjoyment. Then he said, "This is funny", and died, he was just 36 years old.

The Hotel in which Doc died

Docs Grave