His name slides off your tongue like snake venom. "He double-crossed me," you explain to the captivated room, "and I mean to see he knows what I think o' that."
"We don't want no trouble in here," the bartender tells you. "We got a new sherriff now, and Slim's gone straight."
"Yeah," you say, "straight like a rattlesnake, an' 'bout half as trustworthy." Slim's working with the new sherriff from the sounds of it. Either way, he's still in town, and you aim to find him.