Summary
On a frontier so parched it seems lacquered in dust, a woman whose gaze carries both deed and debt paces the veranda of her lonesome ranch, the last bulwark against the bank’s hunger. Her foreman—equal parts lover, rifle-oil, and nightly whisper—keeps the branding irons hot and the wolves guessing. Into this brittle Eden ride black-hatted usurers disguised as cowhands, hell-bent on aborting the final mortgage installment; they crash the house like a bad chord, scattering ledgers, chickens, and hope. A thundering pursuit across alkali flats and pine-dark arroyos leaves the girl’s brother bleeding in the sagebrush; he is then framed for a stage-line holdup he never touched, clapped in clapboard irons, and paraded before a jury too weary for justice. The narrative tightens into a clandestine jailbreak lit by lantern and lariat, a crescendo of hoofbeats and ricochets that finally reclaims both land and honor, stitching the horizon with a sunrise worthy of myth.
Synopsis
The girl owns the ranch and the foreman is her lover. The bad men try to rob the house so as to prevent the last payment on the mortgage. In the chase that follows the girl's brother is wounded, and he is later arrested for a crime that he did not commit. A jail rescue follows and all ends as it should.
