A 1962 study of the Western notes that this was the last of William S Hart's classical style films. "One had to admit that his work had become unabashedly sentimental, in its own way as cliche-ridden as the slick 'B' pictures he detested so much." A Motion Picture News piece from 1923 makes it sound like many assumed the picture would be Hart's last (who had taken a two year absence from production). The story seems less hokum than the reviews make it out to be. It certainly feels proto-Fordian in its pacing, and decidedly complex in its relationships between Hart's gold-hearted Westerner that "don't trust nothin' that walk on less than four feet" and the preacher's family he becomes…