Tony Martin plays Linus Quincannon, a former Army officer turned scout turned civilian. And his services are badly needed.
Seems someone has swiped 800 Henry repeating rifles, and the cavalry is concerned that they’ll fall into the hands of the ambitious Arapahoe Chief Iron Wolf, and ignite an Indian war.
Initially reluctant, Quincannon soon sees a reason for accepting the mission. A lovely young blonde (Peggy Castle as Maylene Mason) has arrived in town. She’s brought along $2,000 to ransom her brother from the Indians.
That starts Quincannon thinking that there might be some “white skunks” at Fort Smith, where the theft of the rifles occurred.
Indians aren’t fond of money; and Maylene’s brother was supposed to be killed in an Indian raid.
Standard gun-running Western made worse by Martin’s arrogant, know-it-all persona. Is anyone but me rooting for this guy to be turned into a pin cushion by Indian arrows?
And while Martin’s character seems sympathetic to the plights of the Indians — whites are patriots when they kill; Indians are perceived as savages when they do the same, Quincannon reminds his commander — the film shows them no respect. A couple of sips of whiskey, and they can be fooled into doing anything.
On top of that, Martin — primarily a pop singer — is saddled with one of the worst names in Western film history. And everyone calls him Quinnie! Oh, boy.
Fortunately, this was Martin’s only Western outing. John Bromfield as Lt. Burke and John Doucette as Sgt. Clarke get to be his sidekicks. At one point, they ditch their saddles and paint themselves up as Indians to fool the Sioux war parties. It works, of course.
Directed by:
Lesley Selander
Cast:
Tony Martin … Linus Quincannon
Peggie Castle … Maylene Mason
John Bromfield … Lt. Burke
John Doucette … Sgt. Calvin
Ron Randell … Capt. Bell
John Smith … Lt. Hostedder
Morris Ankrum … Col. Conover
Peter Mamakos … Blackfoot Sam
Edmund Hashim … Iron Wolf
Runtime: 83 min.
Title Tune: “Quincannon, Frontier Scout”
Memorable line:
Quincannon to Maylene, after she starts screaming when he bursts into her room: “Now stop spitting little bobcat, and I’ll let you go. Is that a treaty?”
Col. Conover, having convinced Quincannon to accept the mission: “How many men do you want?”
Quincannon: “Two.”
The colonel: “Two what? Two squads? Two troops?”
Quincannon: “Two men.”
The colonel: “Are you joking? Is that safe?”
Quincannon: “No. It’s less dangerous.”
Quincannon, to the two men with him: “Put this dye on your hands and face. Between now and Fort Smith, we’re Indians. Or corpses.”
Maylene Mason, as Quicannon hands her riding clothes: “What makes you think they’ll fit?:
Linus Quincannon, looking her up and down: “I’ve given the matter a lot of study.”
Sgt. Calvin, as Quincannon and Burke head out on a dangerous scout: “Three things a man has to have handy in the West — a dry rifle, something to eat and a prayer. And many a time, a prayer is the only answer.”
Quincannon, heading to the Indian camp with liquid diversion: “The whiskey’s just a tactic.”
Sgt. Calvin: “I wish I had a little of that tactic right now.”