First off, here's a photo of Virgil Earp's house taken, I would guess, in the 1950s or 60s. This is the little place at First and Fremont where Virgil lived when he was the Marshal in Tombstone, the same little place that burned down some fifteen years ago. [See my November 13th post.]
Seems the lady -- the friend of my friend -- is an inexplicably huge Virgil Earp fan. Huge. She got the plans for the original building from somewhere, had the house built, and moved in. But she doesn't just live there; the place has been turned into something of a shrine, filled with pictures of the old marshal, books about him, and duplicates of the badges and revolvers he once carried.
Needless to say, I asked my friend about it... Why so fixed on Virgil Earp? What's it all about? He said, "Beats me. All she'll say is that, Of all the Earps, Virgil was the only real lawman in the bunch." Which is true to some extent, but I still don't get it.
So I bought it. I've always had a thing for the Schofield. Billy the Kid carried one. So did Jesse James and John Wesley Hardin, and so does Cole Matthews, the leading man in my Widowmaker trilogy. Went to her house to buy a gun, but also to have a close up look at the place she calls home.
Well, it's a Virgil Earp museum, all right, with the curator living inside. And there is a high strangeness about it, but I'm left feeling more charmed than anything else. Hell, we're all wrapped pretty tightly around something, aren't we?...