Yes, Johnny Mack Brown (Ken Baxter) gets kissed at the beginning and at the end - some kind of record for westerns. Otherwise, he spends half the film riding all over the place, and getting somewhere slowly and, of course, on his own - no western star worth his salt wants any help when facing five or more armed men alone. And, why does every other western start with 5 desperados riding through the desert scrub to hold up a stagecoach or wagon? The mine owner is robbing himself - and has his henchmen shooting with silver bullets the casings of which become uniquely marked after firing - he didn't want the townspeople to be aware he was using lots of bullets, so he didn't buy them in town - what a laugh. And why was he robbing himself? That's never explained. And, just where does his henchman get all those pigeons? All in all, a rather nonsensical plot, a leaden script and by the numbers acting. It takes courage to sit through this one.

A good, sturdy, and quick little western for A.W. Hackel's Supreme Pictures. Directed by Robert N. Bradbury with stunts by Yakima Canutt (obviously). Johnny Mack Brown's last release for 1935 is quite good of kind. It's filmed almost completely outdoors on location, with the exception of the begginning and the Mine interiors, later on. Johnny Mack was fast becoming a matinee favorite and this picture didn't hurt. In late 1936, Republic Pictures contracted with Hackel of the remainder of the Brown western films through 1937. Movie crazy man/ villian Warner Richmnod shines in this too, as he always did. Enjoy. It's a rarity.