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They were all at Tombstone to try and win the matched pair of gold-inlaid Colt Cavalry Peacemakers.Bat Masterson was there, in dude dress and with a fancy hat.Tom Horn was there, looking like a bold Apache war chief.Burt Alvord was there, the ex-deputy who never brought in a living prisoner.Wyatt Earp was there, looking like a prosperous trail-end town undertaker.On the contest day nine men stood on the line, eight of them tall, and who could draw and shoot in half a second.The ninth man was small, an insignificant Texan against whom the bartender of the Bucket of Blood Saloon gave odds of ten to one.His name was Dusty Fog.