The third appearance of silent-film stunt-man/private detective Lucas Hallam (Wild Night, Dead-Stick), who rambles on for 150 pages or so before a crime occurs; until then it's a somewhat heavy-going period piece concerning eastern actor Eliot Tremaine, a snooty sort, whose Hollywood studio director dad banishes him to Texas and the Flying L ranch to learn how to be a cowboy. Hallam is sent along to baby-sit, and a passel of stunt-men also go along to teach Eliot everything a cowboy hero ought to know. Then there's a bit of rustling; a lady in distress (Rae, daughter of the Flying L's owner); a posse that would've gotten lost if the sheriff had had his way; and, finally, the ranch foreman's murder. The culprit is so obvious that the mystery, in effect, ends about two pages after the murder is committed, with just enough time elapsing for Eliot to learn to ride a horse so that he and Rae can head off into the sunset together at fade-out. As dull, dry, and lifeless as sagebrush.