By the time the wispy gray gun smoke cleared on that chilly, October afternoon, three men lay dying and three more were wounded on a street in Tombstone. Only Wyatt Earp stood amongst the fallen, unscathed, a cocked Smith & Wesson still planted firmly in his hand. Ike Clanton's fleet footprints pointed squarely away from the heat of the battle, as if heel-fly time had come to call all over again.B. A. Braxton digs deep with years of painstaking research to find out about the tensions that led to the O.K. Corral street fight and whether the confrontation was fair. Was Wyatt Earp a hero, or just a hothead who couldn't walk away? Two things are certain: Tombstone had an abundance of silver and a shortage of saints back in 1881.