Whenever you have a lively Franco Nero (or his clone Terence Hill) in a western you've got one thing in your favor already. But that's the only thing in this film's favor. Otherwise you have the flat dubbing, tinny and wretched music scoring, and predictably imbecilic action scenes typical of these spaghetti westerns. First of all, Anthony Quinn plays a deaf mute, a casting decision on the far side of stupidity (although obvious that his name would lend box office value). An actor of such ebullience and renown for his growling/shouting presence is reduced to pantomime. It takes you right out of the film in every scene because you keep expecting that famous voice to come bursting out any moment. And then there is co-star Tiffin who plays a likable character but her voice is mostly shrill. Better if SHE had been the mute. And the rest of the cast is the usual standard issue Italians-on-the-range from central casting in Rome. The script is also standard issue (with the exception of the deaf-mute angle) so we get parts of 'Duck You Sucker/A Fistful of Dynamite' and a Gatling gun finale ala 'The Wild Bunch.' The finale is especially bad since a platoon of gunslingers blast away at Gatling gun-wielding Quinn with no discernible effect, as if the act of using such a gun makes you impervious to all lead fired in your direction. Then there is the hideous music score that features two absurdly dated songs: one during the opening credits that sounds like a TV commercial jingle for hair spray, and a second one in the middle so derivative of Burt Bacharach that it's lawsuit-worthy. Needless to say, it's a tortured viewing experience to watch a western set in Texas in 1836 that is almost completely cast with Italians and features soft pop tunes from 1972. And how can you think of this film at all without scratching your head at the incredibly bizarre freeze-frame at the very end? What in blazes were the director/writer/powers-that-be thinking with that shot of Nero screaming in what should have been a sweet-to-bittersweet final moment? All it needed was horror music. Yeesh!