Based on a 1957 novel ("Desert Guns") by prolific western writer, Steve Frazee, "Gold of the Seven Saints" was the third collaboration between Clint Walker and director Gordon Douglas. Together they'd made "Fort Dobbs" in 1958 and "Yellowstone Kelly" in 1959. "Gold" is easily the best of the three, benefitting from Joe Biroc's impressive black-and-white photography and from the unforced camaraderie between taciturn Walker and talkative Moore. Despite their occasional squabbling, one senses an abiding affection between these two and thus one can understand why the beauteous Leticia Roman can't lure either of them away. Clint's famous 48" chest is briefly on display here in all its hirsute glory when he bathes in a large barrel but it's co-star Roger Moore who gets to sweat in the "beefacke-bondage" scene. Stripped to the waist and staked out on the ground, Moore has strips of wet rawhide tied around his chest -- strips which will shrink in the sun and thus "encourage" him to tell the bad guys where his gold is hidden.
(In Frazee's book an entire, freshly-cut hide is completely wrapped around the victim but doing so in the movie would probably cause the audience to go "Ick!" and besides, it'd hide Roger Moore's bare chest from view.)