Summary
A sun-creased hollow in the Blue Ridge, 1921: moonshine mist clings to locust blossoms while a barefoot farm boy, David Kinemon, inherits calamity when the three Hatburn brothers—reeking of wet leather and bad omens—descend like carrion fate, splintering his father’s ribs with a wagon tongue and snapping his brother’s spine in a threshing-belt mishap. Overnight the boy’s world tilts: the porch swing hangs unmoved, the cow lows at an empty pail, and the valley’s lullaby becomes a dirge. David, all sinew and freckled conviction, must trade the languid rhythms of plough and creek for the staccato drum of retribution, his mother’s apron strings swapped for a borrowed Colt, his dog his only chorus. What follows is not a Western’s cathartic bloodletting but a rural Passion play—threshing floors turned arenas, a mill race doubling as River Styx—where innocence is flayed in increments: a slashed flour sack here, a whinnying mare felled by a drunken bullet there, until the boy, cheeks still fuzzed with down, confronts the eldest Hatburn amid splintered rafters and kerosene dusk, choosing mercy’s echo over the hollow click of an empty chamber. The final shot—David limping homeward, face streaked with soot and starlight—leaves the viewer stranded between the Old Testament and a new century, heart hammering like a belt-driven saw.
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When three thuggish men are responsible for the death of his father and the crippling of his brother, young David must choose between supporting his family or risking his life and exacting vengeance.
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