

The very hail of bullets (and
other personal effects) which cut down Dockroyd at the O.K.Coral
Dockroyd Bronte was born at Thornton
in 1819, just prior to the Bronte family moving to Haworth. The
midwife who delivered him was called Mrs Sponson, but she was
transported to Botany Bay the following month for child-stealing,
and so will not be mentioned again.
A sickly child, nevertheless from an early age Dockroyd showed
great prowess with his father's pistol, regularly firing it from
his sick-bed at the rooks in Haworth churchyard, and on more than
one occasion setting fire to the curtains with the muzzle flash.
By 1828, medical knowledge had advanced considerably, to the extent
that Dockroyd's ailment could be diagnosed. It was found that
he was allergic to heather pollen. There being no cure at the
time, and with the Parsonage being situated at the edge of the
moor, it was decided to send Dockroyd to America, where the air
was of a more wholesome nature. He left Haworth for ever in 1830.
Arriving in Atlanta in the Spring of 1831, Dockroyd's health improved
immediately, and for the first time he was able to attend school.
This was greatly to his liking, and he made rapid progress, often
gaining top marks in exams.
In 1837 Dockroyd left school and began
work in a laundry. It was about this time that he began evening
classes in dentistry. He gained his doctorate two years later,
and decided to move West and seek his fortune.
"Doc" Bronte as he was now known, set up business as
a dentist in the small frontier town of Tombstone in 1840. His
was a bustling little practice, but despite pressure of work,
he still found the time to practice pistol shooting, often nipping
out into his garden at the back of the surgery and loosing off
a dozen well-aimed shots at stray cats. Doc also took a keen interest
in local affairs, being on the committee of the Tombstone Dahlia
Society and Membership Secretary of the Model Railroad Club.
After a hard day's toil at the surgery extracting molars, Doc
liked nothing better than to pop down to the local saloon, "Fat
Betty's" and relax. He could be found there most evenings,
talking railways and gardening with his cronies over a milk stout.
He had a wide circle of friends, the closest of whom were Wyatt
Earp, a keen gardener who was also the Sheriff of Tombstone, and
another medical man, Doc Holliday, who had an extensive railway
layout in his waiting room. The three men were inseparable, and
were often to be found having informal shooting competitions in
a local quarry.

A man with a Gun
One evening in 1880, Wyatt had an idea. Why not, he postulated,
combine gardening and railways by building an outdoor layout?
His chums immediately agreed and work was started the next weekend
on a piece of spare land on the outskirts of Tombstone. However,
the leader of the Arizona Cattle Rustling Union objected as the
garden railway obstructed the entrance to his ranch, the OK Corral.
Ike Clanton was an unpleasant fellow and his family equally odious,
and night after night the garden was wrecked, lines pulled up
and shrubs uprooted. The three pals did their best to repair the
damage but it was a wasted effort.
Things finally came to a head in 1881 during Bowling Tide. Doc
Bronte, Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday decided to have it out with
Ike Clanton. However, the Clanton gang were having a barbecue
outside the OK Corral and saw them coming up the drive. Mistaking
the intentions of the three buddies, the Clantons opened fire
on them. In the ensuing gun battle, Doc Bronte was hit by a hail
of slugs, and fell, mortally wounded, into a horse trough where
he drowned.