It takes a heap of loafing to make a Western film so dull you even lose interest in watching the horses and the stunt men doing their stuff.

Walsh's last film, saddled with an average script and a colourless lead performance from Donahue, but nevertheless emerging as a majestically simple, sweeping cavalry Western, a little reminiscent of Ford in mood and manner.

Raoul Walsh's direction is generally competent, but the climactic battle strategy is a bit fuzzy. Donahue's range of expression is very slim.

This film was, unfortunately, a less-than-glorious exit for the great Raoul Walsh, who simply made a B-western on a big budget.