Review from NY Times
Published: July 25, 1947
Although it is difficult to keep accurate count at this late date, it is safe to assume that the manufacturers of Westerns have just about run out of place names for titles in their numerous revisions of the history of the Old West. But apparently there is no dearth of plots. The old ones seem trustworthy and sturdy enough, and [Cheyenne] which clattered into the Globe yesterday, is using the one about the pioneer ranchers shooting it out with the hordes of homesteaders who flocked into the newly created state.
Of course, William Elliott, who is head man among the ranchers, has a few other things under his spotless Stetson. There is that matter of wholesale rustling being arranged by that deep-dyed dastard, Albert Dekker, and a lovely, blonde daughter whose affections keep vacillating between Daddy Elliott and boy friend John Carroll.
The latter, foreman of the Elliott empire, is always reminding the boss that "you can't fight the law," but Elliott, if it hasn't been noted before, is a gent with fixed ideas. There is plenty of six-gun shooting, hard riding and a pip of a kno??? down and drag-out Donny-brook between the boss and Dekker before our hero learns that maybe he can live with the homesteaders.
Mr. Elliott, a cowpoke opera veteran, is at home in the saddle and handling his twin Colts, while Mr. Dekker is as oily a villain as ever cheated a homesteader of his rights. Mr. Carroll is dour as the trusty foreman, while Vera Ralston, as the daughter, is a pretty blonde who is as implausible among those pioneer Western surroundings as is her nurse. Maria Ouspenskaya, late of the Moscow Art Theatre. The bewhiskered George (Gabby) Hayes, as Elliott's partner, is entirely plausible Everything, in fact, is plausible and exciting, providing one is fiendishly addicted to saddle sagas.
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