By the time he moved to the Wisconsin village of McFarland, E. David Locke already had faced a sawed-off shotgun in a bank vault and prevented the kidnapping of a fellow teller. He had, in another incident, backed away from a pistol and the thug who offered to use it after Locke asked him for directions during a collection call in East St. Louis. Locke's first 10 years in banking were as eventful as they were productive.