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Play was slow that night at the Oriental. Too soon after Christmas, perhaps. Holiday gifts had told on purses. Only thin groups were at the faro and roulette tables, and only stragglers at the bar. Wyatt and Virgil Earp and Doc Holliday sat against the wall in desultory talk.
"Among the Christmas gifts from my many friends in Tombstone," remarked Doc Holliday with a whimsical smile, "was a neat little box wrapped in tissue paper and tied with pink ribbon. ‘Ah-ha,' thinks I, ‘here's a present from my sweetheart."