Slocum 322

Slocum’s left high and dry… Dehydration, Wyoming, lives up to its name. Slocum sees water, water, everywhere, but not a drop to drink—since a local magnate built a dam, hoarding all the agua for himself.   Desperate, the local law offers five grand to anyone who can bring in water. When a buxom señorita shows up with her divining rod, Slocum wets his whistle with what she’s offering, while giving the local water-hog an ultimatum: share the liquid—or swallow lead…