Bucking Broadway

Summary

Against a canvas of ochre dust and sodium-light glare, a taciturn foreman—calloused palms, gaze like winter rye—drives three thousand head up from the Panhandle while skyscrapers, still wet with plaster, claw at Manhattan’s sky. His promised girl, all calfskin boots and violin dreams, boards the rattling express, lured by a silk-hatted stockbroker whose fortune is stitched from railroad rumors and war-hospital graft. What follows is not mere rivalry but a collision of tectonic moralities: the open range’s slow, honest bloodbeat versus the ticker-tape’s fibrillation. In the Plaza’s mirrored tearoom she learns champagne is not water; in the Bowery’s boxing halls he learns money punches harder than fists. The film’s grammar is Western vertigo—horse muscle cut against El’s iron roar—until a midnight rodeo erupts inside a Coney Island pavilion: steers skidding on parquet, lariats whipping like question marks, the girl’s hem shredding under ivory chandeliers. One last ride, one last lie, one last bullet—then silence settles thicker than prairie snow.

Synopsis

A ranch foreman battles a rich stockbroker for the affections of a beautiful young woman.