A relatively lighthearted and romantic little Western set in the 1880s Arizona territory--which starts off with the robbing of the Tucson Cattlemen's Bank by former saloon-owner Elizabeth Castle: the bank has cheated Elizabeth out of $50,000, you see (proceeds from the saloon sale), and she has finally decided to take the law into her own hands. So off flees Elizabeth, with her tiny troupe of show-girls--and before they're captured she tosses the loot to passing cowhand Seth March, a laconic young widower . . . who quite reasonably buries it. And, blackmailed by Elizabeth (who threatens to implicate him in the crime), Seth then helps the women to escape from jail: Elizabeth and Seth become fugitives together; he saves her life after a snake bite; they spend two days in a Papago village; and, after facing down a mean bounty-hunter (as well as memories of Seth's dead wife Louise), the unlikely partners in crime find the buried money . . . and True Love. With a bit more humor--and a lot more womanfolk presence--than most of the genre: a genial, mild-mannered Western debut.