Doc Holliday
The Consumptive Shadow at the O.K. Corral
I play cards with death, and I cheat.
They tell you I was fast with a gun — not true. I was just slow to live. Wyatt Earp called it loyalty. I called it a debt. Now I drift through saloon doors and time itself, forever twenty-one, forever dying, forever holding the winning card.
What I'm Into: faro tables, Wyatt's silence, coughing into handkerchiefs, last words, Tombstone nights
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