business, looking for a man by the name of clay whiteside. he's wanted in lauring, new mexico, for bank robbery about five years ago. you think he's here? could be. name sound familiar? no, i can't say that it does. what does he look like? oh, about six feet tall, 170 pounds, sandy hair, about 40. must be 50 men in town that meet those measurements. i don't wonder. that all you got on him? like this? no. up a blank alley. you mind if i nose around a bit on my own? help yourself. i'll see you later. his name's whiteside. - whiteside? - uh-huh. well, i had a fella named burnside, and he wasn't more than five foot. beat me out of a week's rent. - much obliged, ma'am. - mm-hmm. that's a new one on me. thank you. well? well, what? well, did you ever see or hear of a man that draws a gun like this? how come you're asking all those questions? bother you? i don't like snoopy people. it's all right, burt. go ahead, and tell him. the answer is no. real friendly town. they're nice folks, easy to get along with. got my horse ready? oh, yes, sir. all read