"Doc Holliday" Born on August 14. in the year of our Lord 1851, in Griffin Georgia, studied as a young man at the School of Dentistry, Philadelphia, Penn. After contacting TB, DR's said to go to a dryer climate. Some say I died in Glenwood Springs Sanitarium, but they were wrong. In l895 I received a wire from an old friend, "Wyatt". He claimed that there was plenty of things goin on in a little burg named Chloride Arizona, and that he would meet me there. He said that there were some loose ends regarding our old enemies; "The Cowboys". and that we could put an end to the whole thing once and for good. I saddled up and rode to Chloride only to find things I had never seen before and that there ain't no real money only Yankee greenbacks. I did find some real down-home folks that still think like we used to think long ago and there hasn't been any cowboys of the likes we run into down in Tombstone. Wyatt has not even shown up, but I expect him any day. In order to keep peace and order I found a few good folks to make sure the riffraff don't come into Chloride and if they try they wind up worm bait on the streets. We named a small portion of Chloride, Cyanide Springs as we want the no good critters to know we mean business if they ever want to run roughshod over us. Well, Wyatt would be proud as we call ourselves The Immortal Gunfighters as we will never and cannot die. Sincerely, John Henry "Doc" Holliday