You know AC Lyles, the specialist in recycling old movie stars, not the biggest as he Duke or Dick Widmark, but stars enough anyway. Those films were all westerns, all made in the late sixties, but not on the Sam Peckinpah's nor Monty Hellman's way, no specially gloomy films, but on the old fashioned way - with old actors, as we had in the fifties, with the hero, the villain and so on. The usual stuff. Nothing terrific. Only THE BOUNTY KILLER, starring Dan Duryea, during that same period, was worth watching, but though it seemed AC LYles productions, it was not. So, back to this one, that may be the thousandth western taking place just after Little Big Horn massacre, some kind of Nam disaster and national scar before its time, a nightmare, a tragedy, which the American film industry must, ot at least try to exorcise, this at any cost. This story was already used, over used, far too much to prevent the audiences to feel asleep. Gun smugglers and machine gun traffic, with Indians in the middle. Nothing special.