Helen Mowery runs the stage company left to her by her father. Every time it carries gold shipments, it gets robbed, and the insurance company is threatening to raise her insurance premiums to a level where the company becomes unprofitable. After twenty minutes and two songs, Eddie Dean and Roscoe Ates show up to investigate.
Normally I don't discuss the story of B westerns beyond a brief recap. What's the point? They almost invariably fall into Frank Gruber's list of seven types -- as does this one -- and the writing, while not great, is adequate. This one, however, has real problems, with plot holes, motivation that makes little sense, and a lot of exposition -- Dean and Ates spend a lot of time explaining what they already know to each other, and also what they're going to do. Miss Mowery is pretty, Dean's singing is good, and Robert E. Cline's camerawork is up to the task, but Patricia Harper's script is padded and useless.
Normally I don't discuss the story of B westerns beyond a brief recap. What's the point? They almost invariably fall into Frank Gruber's list of seven types -- as does this one -- and the writing, while not great, is adequate. This one, however, has real problems, with plot holes, motivation that makes little sense, and a lot of exposition -- Dean and Ates spend a lot of time explaining what they already know to each other, and also what they're going to do. Miss Mowery is pretty, Dean's singing is good, and Robert E. Cline's camerawork is up to the task, but Patricia Harper's script is padded and useless.