Wealthy rancher Bick Benedict and dirt-poor cowboy Jett Rink both woo Leslie Lynnton, a beautiful young woman from Maryland who is new to Texas. She marries Benedict, but she is shocked by the racial bigotry of the White Texans against the local people of Mexican descent. Rink discovers oil on a small plot of land, and while he uses his vast, new wealth to buy all the land surrounding the Benedict ranch, the Benedict's disagreement over prejudice fuels conflict that runs across generations.
George Stevens
Director
Elizabeth Taylor
Leslie Lynnton Benedict
Rock Hudson
Jordan 'Bick' Benedict
James Dean
Jett Rink
Carroll Baker
Luz Benedict II
Jane Withers
Vashti Synthe
Chill Wills
Uncle Bawley
Mercedes McCambridge
Luz Benedict
Dennis Hopper
Jordy Benedict
Sal Mineo
Angel Obregón II
Rod Taylor
David Karfrey
Judith Evelyn
Nancy Lynnton
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