Oldster stagecoach-robber Bill Miner (impeccably played by Farnsworth) emerges from the San Quentin rest home at the turn of the century, after a stay of some 30 years. Journeying through America into Canada, he discovers a country in transition: cars, cameras, rampaging Pinkerton men, etc. Still in love with the romance of the old West, Miner both disinters his career in crime and embarks on an oddball love affair, before committing himself to the inevitable one blag too many. The pacing is gentle, the style conditioned by documentary. Borsos infuses this story with wry observation, an appropriately elegiac feel, and a brooding sense of landscape. It's hard not to be charmed.