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Very minor Spaghetti Western with a dreary plot, generally uninspired treatment (by journeyman director Brescia) and an underwhelming lead in Richard Wyler (despite the frequent close-ups of his blue eyes). Typically, we get a stranger whose arrival in a town controlled by an unscrupulous man causes upheaval – the latter's lackeys start dropping like flies, while the previously spineless citizens decide to make a stand (even so, for a quartet of brothers, this only leads them to be buried up to their necks in sand…though they get to show their true mettle by the end). Aiding the boss is a gang of Mexican outlaws led by an uncouth yet rambunctious Fernando Sancho.

Unusually, the score (always a crucial element to this type of film) is uncredited here – which suggests that it may have been compiled out of cues from various other such efforts: as a matter of fact, I did recognize Texas, ADIOS (1966)'s memorable main theme (which is heard numerous times throughout)! The film's highlight is the casual demolition of a gun-shop in a fistfight involving Wyler and a handful of the boss' men; that said, the busy climax has the wily hero pitting town boss against Mexican bandit – which is followed by a genuinely unexpected, thus effective, final twist revolving around a character depicted up to that point as merely benign (and who's given an ironic come-uppance to boot). Incidentally, the American title of this one is utterly meaningless; then again, the translated original – TURN…I'LL KILL YOU (actually spoken by Sancho only seconds before expiring) – is equally lame!