He didn't do it. But no one believed him. It was the old story. Yet, for a wanted man, Red De Shone still walked with an unmistakable swagger as he stepped down from the steps that lead from the saloon. A burly, unshaven stranger eyed him carefully and then nodded to a smaller man leaning against a post. "That's him," the stranger said. "Looks just like the drawing on the dodger." The small weasel-faced man began to roll a cigarette, "Looks big." "Yeah, that's why we better wait till he gets out of town. I heard he can fight as well as shoot."