Should have been Titled
"The Doofus Patrol". Not completely worthless, but close. Actress who plays lead woman person thing is one of the worst in history. After another few stinkers she decided to leave to become a laundress. In those years, it was still a profitable thing to do. Sort of. In between polishing bowling trophies, Kent Taylor kept at acting; afterall it was what he liked to do. Ben Johnson was always serviceable in a western and in this he found a place doing what he did best: staring into the far distant horizon dreaming of his desire to own potted cheese. He collected a lot of that in this. The best parts were the stuntmen stand-ins for Indians and their fancy falls when shot. I will remember them until the cows come home and that's about it.
The sense itself was I.