Hell's Hinges

Summary

A parched, dust-choked outpost named Hell’s Hinges squats beneath an unforgiving sun, its saloon doors swinging like broken jaws. Into this sulfuric purgatory rides Blaze Tracy, a weather-scarred shootist whose trigger finger has long substituted for a conscience. The settlement is ruled by Silk Miller, a leering magnate who peddles whiskey, women, and rotgut redemption; his kingdom is a single muddy street flanked by gambling dens and a scarlet-draped dancehall where Louise Glaum’s tigress vamp exhales cigarette fog into men’s souls. Salvation, in the shape of a fragile missionary couple, arrives by rattling stage: Reverend Robert Henley, hollow-eyed and earnest, and his sister Faith, luminous as morning alabaster. Their first sermon is preached to an audience of buzzards and drunkards; their only convert is the town’s equine mascot, Fritz the Horse, who seems to sniff at perdition and whinny disapproval. Yet Faith’s tremulous psalm penetrates Blaze’s granite heart; he stands in the back pew, shadows striping his face like prison bars, and for the first time feels the vertigo of grace. Silk marks the preacher for ridicule, staging a debauched welcome banquet culminating in a mock communion of rotgut and playing-card wafers. When the reverend collapses in a drunken stupor, Faith’s tears baptize the sawdust floor. Blaze, shamed by the spectacle, straps on his holster and embarks on a crucible of contrition: he strong-arms the town’s reprobates into rebuilding the burnt church, plank by splintered plank. Silk retaliates with fire and bullets; the final dusk sees the sky itself hemorrhage as Blaze, astride Fritz, guns down the despot on the church steps. Flames devour the saloon, swirling upward like a burnt offering; Blaze and Faith stride out of the ember-strewn frame, silhouettes against a horizon that might, at last, promise dawn.

Synopsis

In the wayward western town known as Hell's Hinges, a local tough guy is reformed by the faith of a good woman.