About the only time the hero got to face down the Marshall face to face, the Marshall takes a hike! BWaaahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Everybody shoots folks by ambush or in the back, heroes, villains, girls, horses, you name it, a spine got it!
John Ireland was OK, the Adam's apple that conquered the west. Wayne Morris promising pretty boy heartthrob discovery of the late 30's doing a portly second best as his career continued to careen into oblivion, as the aging Marshall who can't act to save his life, Lawrence Tierney, all of 27 looking 55 after too much rowdy behavior and booze, and Dorothy Malone, doing her B best at 27 as the girl interest. I must be nuts but either the plastic surgery sucked in the fifties or people really have gotten younger since then.
And of course Lon Chaney Jr, 47 looking 95 as the stroke victim and apparently blind bad guy. Now that's a switch when the Bad Guy goes to fight back and can't get it up, literally dropping dead trying, but Chaney loved the juice, and eventually it killed him by weakening him till cancer took him away at a much too young 66 of throat cancer. Good thing he literally got to sit out this movie, which is kind of what he did in High Noon the year before.
This is second bill stuff, and though I wish they'd got a better copy of the flick, nothing like wasting time with a potboiling oater.