When the local Indian agent is murdered, his foster son, Bob Steele, aka The Navajo Kid goes looking for the killer.
Like the other B Westerns that Steele did for PRC, it's a dull affair with Steele giving his all. He gets on his horse in strange manners, he explodes into action during fights, and his line reading is interesting, but director Harry Fraser has no idea of how to fill up the movie (which he also wrote), forcing cameraman Jack Greenhalgh to longer takes and editor Roy Livingston to slower cuts. He's got Syd Saylor for comic relief, but doesn't use him. He's got Caren Marsh for romantic interest, but doesn't use her.
Of course PRC was the dead end of Poverty Row and their budget for this movie was probably measured in the hundreds of dollars. Which is an excuse more than an explanation.