The real nature of the western. Why is it that other rivers always act as the double for the Rio Bravo, vultures have never gotten beyond being extras, and that scorpions always climb into the hero's boots? For the past one-hundred years westerns have awoken a longing for real adventure and for the big <undiscovered country>- and they've been so successful that most people it's easy to picture the Wild West. Dust blowing through the prominent rock formations of Monument Valley. Endless deserts which test the endurance of righteous men and provide a perfect hiding place for outlaws. Rapid rivers, on the other side of which, a new and better life awaits.