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176. Scars  
21:19:00, May 2nd, 2007
John Henry Holliday, DDS
I surely do have scars. I will admit it. I have also given such to others in my turn.
John examines his body, toes to scalp.
  • There is a nasty scar on my right leg from a gun wielded by Henry Kahn in Dallas. I had caned him, as he richly deserved, and he shot me. It is from a serious wound, and my cousin George came out from Georgia to care for me.
  • On my left hip there is long scar, also from a bullet. I got this one in Tombstone during our infamous gunfight with the McLaury brothers, Billy Claiborne, Ike and Billy Clanton, Johnny Behan, et al. I was shot by Frank McLaury and I killed him.
  • My chest is riddled with scars. It is not something with which I burden anyone, save one to whom it is not a burden. These are from pthisis. There is no help for it. These hideous wounds appear, and I pray they will heal. Thus far they have, at length and with care. But they leave ugly scars that look like bullet-holes, but are not.
  • There are long ragged scars on my back. These were given to me in Tombstone also, when a boy beat me with a two by four because he had been taught by his elders to disapprove of me and the way I lived my life. I shot the ground at his feet and he ran, but the damage was done.
  • Underneath my moustache is a now-precious scar, a line on my lip proceeding deep into my mouth and very bone. It is the mark of a secret, sealed, and was given to me before my birth. It gave me diligence. It inspired me to become a dentist. It was the first touch of one I love.
  • In my hair at the left side, hidden, is a scar from the barrel of Milt Joyce's gun. This was given to me in Tombstone as well, when I confronted him formy friends during the gambler's war over the gambling concessions. It started in Dodge City when they were all working against Luke Short and spilled up the circuit and up the line. I was standing up for my friends and he beat me and threw me out and took my gun. I came back with another gun and he hammered his pistol against my head. I shot him in the hand. There was so much blood, they thought I was dead. Then they arrested me.
These are my scars.

Name: John H. Holliday, DDS.
Fandom: History.
Word Count: 414
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