A worthy subject -- one Indian's breakthrough into the ""white"" community -- with an unworthy treatment which is as bland and sticky as a popsickle. Charlie Two-Moon was born on the reservation, but finally learned what the world was like in the Army. Once returned with experience and money, Charlie proceeds to buy and run a successful farm; face and put down his enemies; rehabilitate the most vocal enemy, drunkard Fred Teeter; straighten out the thinking of his best friend Doc Carny, concerning life and love; find a lovely bride (white); and be recruited in town to help his people. The blight on his success story is Charlie Two-Moon himself who is a snob of the first water, who uses the phrase ""filthy indian"", with feeling, to describe a relative paying a visit. Charlie's ambition seems to be the judgment seat. If it were not for the cuss words and references to venereal disease this could easily pass in a family magazine, so sweet, so superficial is it.