Special Marshal Rusty Kobbs was a fixture around Tombstone and Cochise County after its glory days had fallen into the ruins of myth. And he was the only lawman who had a foot in the past and present. So it was when Arizona Kid held up the Pima County Bank in Cochise County and killed Mrs. Furrows during his getaway. The bank robbery may have been overlooked if money were all that was stolen, but it was the murder of the 80 year-old Mrs. Furrows that called out for quick vengeance. But Law and Order were in disarray following the gunfight between the Clantons and the Earps. Rusty Kobbs was the man Senator Howell reluctantly turned to as the man to hunt down the cold-blooded killer. Kobbs was a good lawman but quirky. It was the quirkiness that gave birth to the senator's reluctance.

And when Kobbs set off in the direction of Yuma the senator's apprehension was as alert as a coyote. The senator poured his third whiskey.

The shortest route to Mexico was due south. But Kobbs knew the Kid: that he was not an orthodox thinker. Crooked thinking always outsmarted straight thinking, opined Kobbs. And more than any other outlaw, the Kid knew lawmen thought as straight as a flagpole.

Kobbs could have no other conclusion but Yuma was where the Arizona Kid would head out to, and Yuma was where Rosy Crampton waited to embrace him into her body. Kobbs and the Kid shared Rosy in 1881.

Yet, as clever as the Kid, who had a hard ass, harder than George Custer, for long distant riding, he still needed to rest and water his horse. Kobbs was well acquainted with the Apache trails that led to Yuma and on into Mexico, and knew every waterhole between Tombstone and Yuma. Kobbs once scouted Arizona during the campaign against the Apache.

Kobbs calculated the route to cut the Kid off at a waterhole where he would be his final rest before reaching Yuma. When Cody Brown joined Kobbs, the Kid's fate would be definitely sealed.

Cody Brown, Pinkerton man from Prescott, was to link up with Kobbs, but Brown was arrested for the murder of two Pinkerton colleagues. An unpaid gambling debt and the affections of a woman were the motives, mostly the gambling debt.

Without Brown, Kobbs was confident the Kid was his.

Kobbs waited and waited at the waterhole, but no Kid. He believed he understood the unorthodox mind of the Kid better than any man alive, better than he knew himself. The Kid would show up soon, Kobbs stroked his moustache.

As he waited behind a rock, under the burning rays of the Arizona sun, daydreams bounced around inside his Kobbs's head. To take the Kid alive would elevate his esteem with the citizens of Tombstone, hell, all of Cochise County— maybe even all of Arizona. Major government appointments would come his way. The Governor's mansion was not out of the question. He thought how proud his father would be.

The men in Kobbs's family had always been lawmen. Kobbs were sheriffs in several shires in England from the eleventh century to the eighteenth until his family emigrated to the New World in 1752. Rumors had it that the Kobbs were Vicomte Sheriffs of William the Conqueror. There was something almost atavistic about Kobbs being a lawman. Those were the daydreams that danced around in Kobbs's lawman brain.

Kobbs stroked his moustache.

Kobbs waited all day, and well into the next when deputy Mulejack Peters rode up. Rusty's heart jumped like a jitter cat, thinking the Kid had snuck up on him. When Kobbs saw who it was he relaxed the grip on his Colt.

When Mukejack dismounted his horse, he kicked at the ground with hesitation. He knew Kobbs would not want to hear what he had to say. Looking like a rag flapping in the wind on a barbwire fence, Kobbs knew he did not want to hear what Mulejack had to say. He felt it in his gut. Mulejack removed his hat and wiped the sweat off his brow. The last strands of hair were pasted on his balding head. Kobbs approached his deputy. He was steeled.

"What's up?" he asked with horrid anticipation.

"Uh, uh," hemmed Mulejack.

"What is it, man?"

"Jack Slaughter spotted the Arizona Kid crossing into Mexico due south of Tombstone."

"I'm a steer's castrated balls."

Straight thinking became the unorthodox thinking, outwitting Kobbs's rigid heretic logic.

Upon returning to Tombstone Senator Howell telegraphed the Governor to terminate Kobbs's appointment as Special Marshal, and replace him as quickly as possible, and, until then, Mulejack Peters would be the interim Special Marshal.

Kobbs packed up little that he had owned and rode west to California. His whereabouts after that are not known.

The Arizona Kid pulled off several cross border robberies before retiring from outlawing, and bought a ranch near Parral. He married Teresa García Ramírez. Died at the age of 84.