Elmore Leonard wrote Westerns before he turned to crime (in a novelistic sense) and this is adapted from one of his short stories.
Over the years the so-called Ranown cycle of westerns have rightly acquired the critical esteem that was denied them at the time of release. Taut, short and near faultless in execution it is true that they all pursue similar themes and have the same outdoor setting. Nevertheless compared to the tiresome buffoonery and sentimentality that mars John Ford's films and now seems so dated, and the off the wall hysteria of Fuller and Mann's neurotic westerns, not to mention such mavericks as JOHNNY GUITAR, this modest little series is for me the high point of the genre in the Fifties. Afterwards that bastard offspring, the Spaghetti western, was to play its part in destroying one of Hollywood's most durable genres, but the Boetticher/Kennedy/Scott combination seems to me to remain timeless.
As for this example, I wouldn't quarrel with those whose favourite it is - mine happens to be COMANCHE STATION - because it has the same qualities. It gets off to a leisurely start, taking time to establish characters. For once Scott is not a grim faced avenger but an affable rancher forced to hitch a stage coach ride home after a foolish gamble with his old boss results in the loss of his horse). After his old friend the stagedriver is gunned down at the lonely way station where he discovers that the station master and his young son (for whom he was bringing some candy) have been brutally murdered by a gang of cut throats, he is forced into a situation not of his own making. Also on the stagecoach is a honeymoon couple, although we quickly learn that the man has married an old maid for her money. The resultant conflict, as much psychological as physical, in which all the characters' strengths and weaknesses are laid bare, can only be resolved by violence: this is after all a Western. However, Richard Boone, the gangleader, is a not unsympathetic character, longing for a place of his own, disgusted by the amorality of his young sidekicks (a chillingly cold blooded Henry Silva and Skip Homeier's reprising once again his trademark role as a dimwitted young punk) and envying the life Scott is makkng for himself. There is a kind of tragic inevitability about the final outcome which both Scott and Boone recognise, and as others have noted, seems to echo the final moves of a bullfight, a particular passion of Boetticher's.
THE TALL T, COMANCHE STATION, RIDE LONESOME, SEVEN MEN FROM NOW, DECISION AT SUNDOWN and RIDE THE HIGH COUNTRY (his last film and not part of this cycle) was not a bad way for Scott to finish a lengthy film career. Even the rather undervalued WESTBOUND has its merits and is one that I have grown to appreciate more recently. Avoid SHOOT OUT AT MEDICINE BEND at all costs, that really is a dud, but other than that, don't stop at THE TALL T, get the lot.