mature, candid ...
the frontier cruel to the bone, for everyone ...
death everywhere ... no one was free from it's chilled hand ...
scoundrels survive until their end; soldiers do their job ...
souls harden; spirits collapse ...
can there be any form of goodness in such a setting? No angels here, no clean hands ... but can there yet be some hope?
Can D.H. Lawrence's quote that sets the stage for the film yet be undone by better angels?
