Too bad the movie didn't have Hollywood bad boy Tom Neal playing Pat Garret. That way we could have had a face-off between two of the tougher actors in Tinsel Town. Barry, of course, could be as intense as a forest fire, if called upon. Here, however, he tries to display a charming affable side that undercuts needed tension. Unfortunately, Neal's apparently along for the ride with nothing much to do. However, he could do intense tough guys on screen as well as in real life (ask poor Franchot Tone). A showdown between them would have real potential. As it is, Robert Lowery's Garret is little other than a blandly handsome presence.
The movie itself lacks drama, spending more time on riding aimlessly around Vasquez Rocks, just north of LA, instead of building up the plot. Then too, the climax, which should be a highlight, is staged more like an afterthought—was cheapjack Lippert running out of film. Anyway, this is one of the least of the many efforts at mining one of the West's biggest legends. Too bad.
(In Passing— Besides being an eye-catcher, the exotically slanting Vasquez Rocks was popular in these budget westerns mainly because they're in LA County. Because of that, production companies don't have to pay extra location fees to cast and crew.)