SERIOUSLY. This is what the crap Hollywood still puts out?

It's not great by any means, but it's a pretty good movie that didn't leave me filled with regret for investing time in it.

Although it has its amusing moments, in eneral the plot does not convince.

It is an exhilarating, distressing, funny and profound film, with one of the more memorable film scores in years,

Ben Gowdey is running a scheme where he is selling a ranch for a ridiculous sum, and when people come to buy the ranch, they are ambushed, killed, and have their money stolen by Gowdey's gun hands. Fuzzy comes to the ranch, after he learns that his cousin Luke purchased it, but when he arrives, he's told by Gowdey's men that they never heard of a Luke Jones. Meanwhile, another prospective buyer, Marshall, is ambushed by Gowdey's men, but is saved by the Lone Rider before he can be finished off. Marshall has his daughter, Virginia, come to town with the money and arranges it to be kept with the Lone Rider for safe keeping, but later Marshall is murdered by a henchman of Gowdey's and the blame is placed on the Lone Rider's identity, Rocky Cameron and Fuzzy. The only way to save themselves is to prevent the next buyer from falling into Gowdey's trap. An OK B-western with an pretty good plot for PRC. Much of the film is saved Fuzzy St. John's antics (like many other PRC productions)and the rest of the cast and production are nothing to rave about. Always find it strange, that Livingston spends more time as Rocky rather than the Lone Rider, but I'm not complaining. Rating, based on b-westerns, 5.