Wyatt Earp wasn’t born a legend. He was an opportunist, a man with a keen eye for the next horizon and a knack for finding — or perhaps stirring up — chaos wherever he set his boots. While history books tie him forever to the dusty streets of Tombstone, Arizona, or the cattle town of Dodge City, Kansas, we in the high country know a different side of the story. For a brief, flickering moment in the early 1880s, the West’s most famous lawman sought a retreat in Silverton.