Set in an undesignated state in the Southwest and heading toward Hollywood, this has a little bit of everything that keeps pages turning. . . a palomino horse ranch, murder, old style gangsters, high level politics, lawyers at loggerheads, a lightly sketched romance (the bedroom doors stay closed), a daylight glimpse of some ladies of the evening and a starring role for a stolid, handsome male lead. The author has a scenarist's command of all this, which would have been altogether much too much in clumsier hands. The syndicate expects to come to Kellogg Junction as soon as the heavily lobbied legislature legalizes gambling. Benson Kellogg doesn't know this--it's what he finds out during the course of a long entertainment that begins with a well-framed murder. Kellogg is a lawyer and torn between his practice in town and the family spread, where he breeds and trains palominos with the aid of a large group of Spanish-Americans who look to him as liege lord. When one of these boys dies from a bad beating, Kellogg shrugs away his grief over his wife's defection, postpones his growing attraction to a thirtyish movie star and tracks the silk-suited sinisters right to their plush-lined dens just like High Noon at midnight. It should go.