A cowpuncher is deeply in love with the daughter of the ranchman for whom he works, and the course of true love runs smooth until a tenderfoot from Boston makes his appearance in all the finery produced by an eastern tailor. The susceptible girl falls in love with the easterner, much to the disgust of the rough son of the west. At a dance the cowpuncher finds himself left decidedly alone and finally decides to take desperate measures to regain the regard of his erstwhile sweetheart. Holding up the entire party with two big revolvers, he compels the girl to accompany him, and the two on the back of a single horse take a wild ride across the snow-covered ground to the nearest clergyman’s house. They are hotly pursued, however, and before the marriage is consummated the crowd bursts into the room. When the girl sees her lover about to be ill-treated at the hands of the outraged crowd, her old regard for him springs into being, and using one of her lover’s pistols, they hold the crowd at bay while the thoroughly frightened minister performs the ceremony, and all ends happily.