Casey, Crime Photographer - The Lady in Distress

About two o'clock in the morning, down a narrow midtown street lined with nightclubs, a cowboy is wandering along. His ten gallon hat and his high heeled boots seem very much out of place in this metropolitan city. Suddenly from a shadowed doorway, he hears a lady say "Mister, mister please". He says "You talking to me ma'am?" She says "Yes come closer. Here, where we can't be seen. I'm in desperate trouble and I simply can't go to the police. Not yet. You're appearing in the rodeo aren't you?" He says "Yes ma'am. I'm at the Coliseum". She says "You're from the south like me". He says "I come from Texas". She says "You're not a part of this town, this street. I can trust you" He says "Well, I reckon you can ma'am. What you want I should do?" She says "Get a cab here for me and then ride with me to Union Terminal". He says "Well I'd be glad to but why?" She says "All I can tell you is some men are looking for me and if I'm found I may be killed".