Charles Bronson, in extraordinary physical shape, plays a quiet Apache in an apparently hate-mongering Old West town who kills the despicable white sheriff in self-defense; he doesn't stick around to explain his actions, of course--and the bartender who witnessed the shooting certainly isn't talking--prompting a prejudiced posse made up of hard-bitten locals to go after the Indian over rough terrain on horseback. Although beautifully-shot by Robert Paynter, and with several surprisingly literate passages in Gerald Wilson's screenplay, this dusty, grizzled western is all on one-note. It would be difficult to find another movie with as many loathsome characters as the ones we get here, which naturally puts the audience completely on Bronson's side (this, one presumes, the ultimate purpose). Distinctly unlikeable, nevertheless, and awfully long (and obvious) at 110 minutes. ** from ****