This is my first Max Brand and it was definitely its own beast. At times it didn't feel like a Western at all what with the some of turns the plot took. In fact, the story had much in common with pulpy urban crime stories as with the Western. Which was all to the good, in its own way.
There is a certainly an "old fashioned" sensibility at work here, written 1928, but not to the extreme of say Zane Grey, and the prose is not near as purple. We're generally not at all confused about good and evil, and honor and propriety play major roles in how characters make decisions. And these characters are relatively one dimensional.
The plot, though, was constantly taking me by surprise. Our hero James Geraldi (what a name for a gunfighter!) is the requisite superhero, master of gambling, horseback riding, gunfighting, etc but also with some very non-Western talents I won't reveal here as they instigate some of the more interesting twists. In that respect, Geraldi is similar to the, again urban, costumed crimefighters of the 1930s. He is of course honorable to a fault, giving villains more chances and mercy than he should. That is part of what does make him more a Western hero than an Eastern city bound vigilante.
Though I'm not racing to read more Max Brand, I am curious to and will pick up more in the future.