When freight-man “Lockhart” (James Stewart) tries to take some salt from the local flats to trade, he falls foul of “Dave” (Alex Nicol) who just happens to be the wayward son of local boss “Alec” (Donald Crisp). It’s only the intervention of ranch foreman “Vic” (Arthur Kennedy) that enables him to escape with his life, but now bereft of his wagons and his mules, he vows to stick around long enough to set matters straight. “Alec” is a firm but reasonable man, and when he hears of what happened offers restitution, but by now “Lockhart” and the loose-cannon that is “Dave” are at a loggerheads that is going to make the former man’s life, and his friendship with his original employer “Barbara” (Cathy O’Donnell) - who is engaged to “Vic” - pretty hairy. Gradually, as this scenario smoulders away we also begin to discover that the visitor has an ulterior motive, that someone is running guns to the Apache and that “Dave” and “Vic” might know more than they are letting on to either “Lockhart” or the rapidly going blind “Alec”. As you’d expect from a Stewart western, though there’s still plenty of action there isn’t a great deal of killing. This is a more cerebral exercise with a solid story and characterisations from himself, Kennedy and from Crisp that go some way to showcasing an American west that isn’t so wild as it might have been a generation earlier. The cinematography stylishly sets the scene, the dialogue is sometimes quite witty and though I can’t say I loved the conclusion, this is still a characterful story that tells us of a nation maturing into a more law-abiding society.