Tombstone, Arizona.

The name is synonymous with the Wild West.

It started off as a small encampment that exploded with the discovery of the rich silver deposits that punctuated the landscape.

This encampment was founded by Ed Sheifelin, who noted the striking colors of the Arizona Mountains as he stood in Camp Huachuca.

He mentioned to a soldier that these mountains look promising for prospecting.

The soldier warned him that the area was controlled by the Apache and that all you find in those hills is your tombstone.

Well, he ignored the advice and hid out in the mountains, avoiding the Apache, and pulled some rich

silver ore from the ground. After this find was certified, tombstone was born.

Very causal policy.

Soon people began to flock to the area in the hopes of striking it rich

and pulling their fortunes from the dusty, unforgiving Arizona soil.

The Boon Town soon gave rise to saloons and gambling, along with brothels, and the growing pains were paid in blood.

Tombstone became the town, too tough to die.

A quote from actress Josephine Sarah Marcus pretty well sums it up.

The grimly humorous phrase about our town was that Tombstone had a man for breakfast every morning.

More than nearly any other location in the Old West, Tombstone gave rise to legends and tales,

which grew over the test of time.

Richard slugs.

Don't any of you have that guts to play for blood?

I'm your huckleberry.

Fanciful writers and eventually Hollywood would exaggerate these legends with fabrication and embellishment.

However, there is a brutal truth at the heart of these legends.

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