When I was younger, I associated the title and subject matter of this film with grainy footage of a tornado, and of chapter after chapter of impending attack by a band of Indians. It's funny how are notions are incorrect.
As noted by the previous reviewer, the acting is nothing spectacular, but it is honest in its efforts to adapt to the new medium. Tim McCoy is appropriately daring, heroic, and tender by turns. I'm not sure if he needed the orchestra backing him up in the one romantic scene, but is was an interesting early example of music in what are usually very "silent" early talking westerns.
I wanted to wring Wilbur McGaugh's (the villain) neck, so he did a fine job in his last acting role. Allene Ray, sadly, was almost a non-entity, and Edmund Cobb did fine yeoman's duty as McCoy's pal. It's interesting that Cobb's two-reelers for Universal came to an end in 1930. If this was an attempt to build him up for future starring work, it must not have worked, because Cobb rarely headlined a film again, which is unfortunate because he has a very sincere presence. Don't even ask about the "pals in buckskin";I wanted to take aim at the interlocutor every time he mentioned it when he was summarizing the plot at the commencement of each chapter.
So, this one is worth your time; it is involving, and a good effort from a major studio (Universal) that had lots of experience in westerns. Why they jettisoned them, let Gibson and Maynard go that year, and then picked back up with Tom Mix in 1932 is a mystery. Their production values are superb.
One last thing: the credit sequence for each chapter super-imposed over a shot of advancing Indians is really quite stunning. Let their war-whoops guide you through each succeeding chapter.
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