Being my huckleberry...

[RobG]

Perhaps one of the greatest mysteries expressed on this board is WTF Val Kilmer means when he offers his services as a huckleberry. Well, Christy the Wordsmith has solved the mystery. Go here: https://wordsmithradio.org/listen/ and scroll down to "Huckleberry" and get the scoop.

 

[JCS]

Now I know

 

[noharleyyet]

(From Walter Noble Burns 1927 novel, “Tombstone: An Iliad of the Southwest”)

Wyatt, Virgil, and Morgan Earp and Doc Holliday stood one day in front of Bob Hatch’s saloon and billiard parlour chatting with Mayor Charles N. Thomas. Directly across Allen Street John Ringo, Ike, Finn, and Billy Clanton, and Tom and Frank McLowery lounged in front of the Grand Hotel. The situation appealed to Ringo as ideal for putting into effect his obsession for settling the enmity between Earps and outlaws by personal combat between individual champions. He stalked across the street.

“Wyatt Earp,” he said, “I’ll make you a proposition. We hate you and you hate us. If this feeling keeps up, there’s going to be a battle some day, and a lot of men’ll be killed. You and I can settled this whole thing. Just the two of us. Come out into the middle of the street with me, and we’ll step off ten paces and shoot it out, fair and square, man to man.”

Wyatt Earp looked at Ringo for a moment in amazement.

“Ringo,” he said, “I’m not given to makin’ sucker plays. If you’re drunk or crazy, I’m neither one nor the other. I’d be a fine simpleton – a peace officer and candidate for sheriff – to fight a duel with you in the street. Go and sleep it off.”

He turned on his heel and went inside the saloon. Doc Holliday, second only to Wyatt Earp in the affairs of the Earp faction, remained standing in the door, a cold little smile on his cadaverous face. Ringo drew a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his coat and flipped a corner of it toward Holliday.

“They say you’re the gamest man in the Earp crowd, Doc,” Ringo said. “I don’t need but three feet to do my fighting. Here’s my handkerchief. Take hold.”

Holliday took a quick step toward him.

“I’m your huckleberry, Ringo,” replied the cheerful doctor. “That’s just my game.”

Holliday put out a hand and grasped the handkerchief. Both men reached for their six-shooters.

“No, you don’t,” cried Mayor Thomas, springing between them. “You’ll fight no handkerchief duel here. There’s been enough killing in Tombstone, and it’s got to stop.”

That ended it. Holliday went into the saloon. Ringo withdrew across the street.

I'm Your Huckleberry |

The films “Wyatt Earp” and “Tombstone” both had scripts by Oscar nominated writers. Wyatt Earp’s Lawrence Kasdan was nominated for “The Accidental Tourist,” “The Big Chill,” and “Grand Canyon.” Tombstone’s Kevin Jarre won for “Glory.” But only “Tombstone” brought us a whole new dialogue for the...

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[noharleyyet]

...good thread Rob, Doc Val is one of my favorite characters.

 

[RobG]

Makes me want to go out and buy that book but I know I waste too much time f'n around on the internet to have the time to read it .

 

[slatebuilder]

Indeed

 

[noharleyyet]

"Why Kate, You're not wearing a bustle. How lewd."

 

[elkduds]

Oh, Huckleberry! I thought that berry started with an F. Considering the context and my "selective" hearing (per Mrs. Duds), I was pretty close.

 

[geetar]

“ I stand corrected. You’re an oak “

 

[MTTINMAN59]

Why Ike perhaps poker not your game, lets have us a spelling contest

 

[RobG]

Sigh, she wouldn't take me as her Huckleberry, her Dave Barry, her Halle Berry, or even her Dingleberry.

 

[noharleyyet]

 

[slatebuilder]

“Very Cosmopolitan”

 

[RJ65]

Favorite movie of all time!!

 

[Lmwmihunter76]

Looks like I know what i am watching when I get home from work.