The Return of Draw Egan

The town-tamer of Yellow Dog, New Mexico, an outlaw “now answering to the name of William Blake.”

Horses run faster here than elsewhere, a mounted posse lights out for the horizon, reaches it in a moment and divides three ways formidably (viz. George Roy Hill’s Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid).

Egan’s gang escape by a hole in the floor, otherwise this opening scene resembles Peckinpah’s Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid.

“I don’t dance.”

The lovely Myrtle, leading citizen’s daughter, “the real reason.”

The saloon girl, Poppy, “if I were a man...”

Arizona Joe, polecat.

“The harlot’s cry from street to street...”

William Blake, City Marshal.

Bret Harte and Douglas Fairbanks pop up in the unsigned New York Times review, a blasť thing sort of favorable (Bat Masterson was then at the New York Morning Telegraph, latterly U.S. Marshal for Southern New York).

 

Blue Blazes Rawden

Hart is so infinitely far ahead of his time it’s a sheer wonder he was known at all, but that’s always the way.

In the Far North, it’s a battle with a limey rotter, his mater and frater come to call.

But therein lies the story, with a half-French squaw and the late limey’s saloon all for the ruing.