This Canadian western is filmed in Cinecolor, an early and not very effective attempt at colour.
Randolph Scott is a surveyor for the railway and the locals attempt to stop the railway by stirring the Red Indians.
Already with a fiancé, a keen and ripe local, Scott shacks up with a doctor working on the line. She gives him her blood after an incident, fortunately the same type as he lives rather than dying in screaming agony.
But she's a dud, cos her fancy university learnin' has taught her to hate fightin' and shootin'.
Randolph Scott is a surveyor for the railway and the locals attempt to stop the railway by stirring the Red Indians.
Already with a fiancé, a keen and ripe local, Scott shacks up with a doctor working on the line. She gives him her blood after an incident, fortunately the same type as he lives rather than dying in screaming agony.
But she's a dud, cos her fancy university learnin' has taught her to hate fightin' and shootin'.