Lancaster and a fine cast are wasted in this comedy about a man assigned to protect a liquor shipment crossing the Great Plains. His foes are native tribes eager to get the liquor and a women's temperance organization eager to stop it. Much of the humor is telegraphed when not outright predictable. The film concerns itself with neither history nor geography, even inventing a nonexistent mountain range between Kansas City and Denver. This sprawling misfire from the mid-sixties was an early sign that the genre was wearing out.