For a man who was slowly dying from consumption, Doc Holliday didn’t let any grass grow under his feet. He was diagnosed with the dreaded disease in 1873, the same one that killed his mother when he was only fifteen. He headed for Dallas, Texas in September, in hopes the dry Southwest weather would prolong his life. His dental practice wasn’t doing well, so he took up gambling. He also spent t
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