I can't begin to describe how many things are wrong with this film. The acting is stilted, stagy. The camera is still for the most part. In a gun fight scenes from another oater were edited in. Action is advanced by dialog not, well, action. The actors announce their intentions with the certainty they will come true. All scenes appear to be first takes. I guess they had no budget for retakes. This appears to take place in late 19th century West yet Julie Haydon who plays Doris, the ex-floozy, smokes a cigarette. That fact is never alluded to again although Doris becomes increasingly less provocative, more virginal, as if time were cleansing her of her past sins. Haydon is actually the one bright spot in this disaster and that's saying much because no actor could handle this material with a straight face. Her film career didn't amount to much although she was more successful on stage. Tom Keene, the male lead, was just plain awful but a good horseman. He could take a run at a horse, jump to a stirrup and straddle the horse in one smooth sequence. And I could go on. Yet this film is oddly captivating. I guess it's my attraction to bad movies. They're sort of like train wrecks; you can't take your eyes off them.