The action is fast and quick, much like the 50s B-movie production. Burt Kennedy's script is a killer, full of that mid-century American machismo that seemed designed for the movies. Randolph Scott barely moves a muscle throughout the film, keeping his conversation to a minimum, his eyes set on the horizon:
"You mean you’d kill each other over a bounty? Like two dogs fighting over a bone?"
"You could say that."
There's no justification for his actions, no-one tells him he's going to far when he strings up the juvenile murderer and goads his brother on, the one scene were he seems to enjoy himself.
A great film, minimal and restrained and all over in 73 minutes - I'd like more please.