Well, I learned my lesson. She promised long life and took the possibility of death off the table and in the middle of dying, it was not something I could easily turn away from. I was never as much a man of God as Wyatt was, but then Wyatt was willing to throw my name and me as a whole under the carriage too keep his image wholly in one piece that did not sit well with him and then I spent 130 years in a well because that conniving witch of the witch that gave me freedom from death. Apparently she was more aware of what would happen. We fought, Wyatt left, and then he could never find me even if he did soften so we could not forgive one another.
I have learned about magic, but less so about making decisions that will not anger an Earp.