You could call him “Skinny” if you knew him from way back; otherwise you were likely to know Quaid Quinnier as Traveling Dan, the Barber Man, or another of the dozen aliases under which he came into town—and usually very quickly left. Skinny would set up a folding stool under the awning of the local post office or grocer and charge a nickel for a shave. Gentlemen would walk away with the closest shave they’d ever gotten, and usually didn’t notice until they were home that they were lighter their wallet as well as the day’s stubble.
