Hard to classify, this story that might be listed as a Western, but isn't; as a mystery, but isn't; as romantic-adventure -- perhaps most nearly that. Gentle Annie had a way with her, that ""three-man woman in this two-gun town""; she not only won the worship of her three men, but of the childlike, stout-hearted Muddy of two of them. Annie stepped off the train, expecting to find a home with an uncle, who had left town for parts unknown; off the same train stepped the spinner of the yarn, posing as a bum, but quite evidently, from his own half-shamed confession, something else again. Their paths meet, cross, meet again, and join, along with that of the brothers Goss, in the defense of whom Rich Williams wins everlasting brotherhood -- not sacrificed even when the call of duty prompts him to make them his prisoners before the law. Its an original story, well-paced and not seriously marred by being guessable. And there's a twist to the end that definitely stamps it as straight romance out of Bret Harte.