Six travelers are on a stagecoach. When the driver discovers one of them has smallpox, he abandons all of them in the middle of the desert.
It's a shame, really. This one started off with real potential, a good premise and some promising characters.
This chintzy, cheesy B western looks like it was cranked out in just a few days, something to be expected from a low-rent outfit like PRC or Lippert, or even Monogram, but not from a major studio like Universal, where this came from. Then again, Universal's fortunes in the early 1960s were on their way down, so maybe this boring little oater wasn't as atypical as one might think.
