Andrew Walker rides into the camp in the Yukon, wearing his red coat and leather hat. He's there to take a look for where the Northwest Mounted Police intend to build a fort. To the west are a motley mix of Russian and Americans. Here, there's only tents, a church being built, and Latvians. Of course, they're looking for gold, and not particular about how they get it; if they have to torture a successful placer for the location of his find, that's all right with them, especially the priest. In the meantime, they raise opium poppies for cash.
All legends can use correction to bring them back to reality, and this movie tries to do so, with children reciting Robert W. Service poem in sing-song, a camera which shows the Yukon as lovely in long shot, but ugly in close-up, and a hero who massacred a large number of Cree Indians. That's civilization for you. Even so, it's better than what it replaces. It tries to protect women and children, and the legend is still there, with a shoot-out between two disgraced Mounties and a bunch of savage Latvian men.
The movie starts out slow. A lot of movies do that, so an increasing pace of editing and action can build from suspense to release. Unfortunately, this one never speeds up much.
