Whispering Gulch wasn’t much of a town. Didn’t even have a boot hill like Tombstone. On a dusty day, near the end of the 19th Century, a Pinkerton man arrives in Whispering Gulch on a wandering daughter case. Hired by the wealthy father who’d received letters from his daughter post marked ‘Whispering Gulch’, the Pinkerton man shows a photo around. Several old timers claim this could be the ‘nekked lady’. Could this be a prank? Were the old timers leading him out into the desert to leave him? When an angelic, blonde, naked lady steps from the darkness to take a moonlit bath in Whispering Gulch, well, it’s no joke anymore.
Lust turns to love and the Pinkerton Man has his wandering daughter. Or does he?
