Out of the fiery pages of western history come tales of the Last Stand. Written in blood by the men who participated in them, they tell the stories of good men of principle, or bad men of none, or a mixture of both that stood up for what they believed in and fought it out to the death.

There have been some pretty famous last stands, The OK Corral where it turned out to be not so ok for many of those who were there. The Alamo, where there was a huge last stand resulting in the loss of many men of principle and just bad luck, that had their day, and of course there was that whole Custer thing.

Wichita had its last stand also, in fact many of them. Almost every 15 minutes of the weekend of The Age of The Gunfighter event at the Old Cowtown museum, there was a last stand reenacted by willing gunfighters who went out into that dusty street under the blazing sun and fought it out.

What we see above is the pinnacle of action that occurs during the fight, when men are paying with their lives, willingly or unwillingly for that one moment of glory. In a moment it will be over until the next batch of marshals, desperados, innocent bystanders and curious onlookers take the stage. The Last Stand, try your hardest not to be in one they usually don’t end well.