Fred Scott plays an opera singer who started out as a cowhand and goes on vacations to his ranch -- which is not as bizarre as it might sound for your average singing cowboy, as Mr. Scott was once the leading baritone for the San Francisco opera. Meanwhile, pretty Marion Shilling and her brother think they own his ranch, and the usual mixture of comedy -- supplied very pleasantly by Cliff Nazarro -- shooting and riding take place.
The direction, like most of the B westerns of this era, is pretty slow by modern standards, but don't let that fool you: cinematographer Robert Cline knows how to compose and light a shot, and director Harry Fraser knows how to keep the story moving along for a very pleasant result.
The direction, like most of the B westerns of this era, is pretty slow by modern standards, but don't let that fool you: cinematographer Robert Cline knows how to compose and light a shot, and director Harry Fraser knows how to keep the story moving along for a very pleasant result.
