— I’m the fella with the trail herd. Do you remember?
— Oh, sure, I remember you.
— You was right. I didn’t get very far with ’em. They was rustled this evening.
— That so? Well, that’s too bad. I guess you’ll be headin’ for California?
— No, I figured on stickin’ around awhile. Got myself a job.
— Cowpunching?
— Marshalin’.
— Marshalln’? In Tombstone? Well… good luck to ya, Mister…?
— Earp. Wyatt Earp.

John Ford, who made so many great westerns in so many different ways, finds the right notes to tell his story, ones that aren’t seen often in the genre. The result is a telling of the Wyatt Earp story that none have been able to match, and a western that few have been able to approach. – Andy

— Ma’am, I sure like that name… Clementine.