The Man from Painted Post
Summary
A lacquered sun bleeds over the alkali flats of Painted Post, where barbed wire glints like malicious harp strings and every hoofprint is a potential epitaph; into this crucible of dust and larceny strides an urbane phantom—Fairbanks’s detective—swaddled in citified gabardine, affectations of coddled ineptitude fluttering like paper parasols. He stumbles off the stagecoach with the gait of a man who has never knelt in prairie grit, clutching a perfumed handkerchief against the reek of cattle, a walking caricature of eastern softness. Behind the masquerade coils a mind as taut as a rawhide lariat: he is the wolf in foppish pelage, charting the invisible lattice of rustlers who bleed ranchers white by moonlight. Over poker tables sticky with molasses whiskey he coos naïveté, letting his chips evaporate so that sidewinder glances may slip from his cuff; in saloon mirrors he clocks the flicker of brands altered by sulfuric acid, the clandestine lexicon of stolen beef. The camera, restless as tumbleweed, stalks him through canyon arteries where chalky cliffs echo with phantom lowing; we watch him unlearn the tremor in his wrists until, in a cataract of dust and magnesium sunlight, the masquerade combusts—he vaults onto a mustang’s bare back, ropes a running iron from a villain’s fist, and fires with the metronomic grace of a conductor cuing kettledrums. Love, ancillary yet radiant, blooms in the form of Eileen Percy’s ranch heiress, whose gaze first pities then burns through his sartorial armor; together they decipher ledger ink that reeks of kerosene and complicity, unmasking a cattle-baron puppetmaster whose brand sears the horizon like an eclipse. When the last gate swings shut on the railhead corral, the detective’s silhouette dissolves into the locomotive’s steam, a myth evaporating at the very moment it becomes truth—leaving only the metallic taste of justice and the lingering scent of sagebrush bruised under twilight.
Synopsis
In order to find out who's behind a cattle rustling operation that's hurting ranchers, a detective for the Cattleman's Protective Association pretends to be a tenderfoot from back east who's just arrived in the area and doesn't know how to ride, rope or shoot.
