Ex-convict Joe Powell (Walter “Hunh?” Reed) drops in at the Tucson saloon where his old flame Cleo Raymond (Lois Andrews) works as a singer, and he attempts to rekindle that dormant romantic spark with promises of “diamonds and pearls.” Powell produces a wallet from his inside pocket, and while he’s a little vague on the details he brags that they contain documents that will make that jewelry a reality and set Cleo and himself on Easy Street. (Suffice it to say...his scheme isn’t entirely legit.) When Cleo mentions that she’s seen three of his former confederates seated in the saloon during her performance, Joe high-tails it out the back…and comes face-to-face with the very trio he had hoped to avoid: Arnold (Harry Woods), Pike (Robert Bray), and Trigg (Tony Barrett). As the men administer a proper pummeling to Powell for the purposes of securing the wallet, cowpoke Ross Daggert (Tim Holt) happens by to give Joe a hand. Interestingly, that’s what Joe suggests Ross talk to when our hero suggests he report the incident to the sheriff.
Back in his stomping grounds in San Carlos, Arizona, Ross
and partner Chito Rafferty (Richard Martin) stop by the recorder’s office
(where Ross’ best girl, Beth Winston [Nan Leslie], works) to make a payment on
their ranch…and on the return trip home, witness Powell racing his horse at
breakneck speed to escape the same bad hombres he had a run in with in
Tucson. Joe isn’t so lucky this time; he’s
plugged by one of the outlaws…and with his dying breath, hands the wallet to
Ross with instructions to deliver its contents to Cleo. Ross doesn’t get too far before he’s
drygulched by The Unholy Trio…and when he comes to, the wallet and Joe’s corpse
have vanished.
When I started watching Tim Holt westerns for B-Western
Wednesdays I made a point to start with the post-War Holts so I
could get them out of the way due to my stated dislike of Chico Jose Gonzales
Bustamonte Rafferty (Martin). Imagine my
surprise when I sat down with Western
Heritage (1948); Chito didn’t get on my nerves nearly as much as he usually
does (maybe I’ve built up an immunity to his shtick) and I thought he was an
asset in this one. There’s an amusing
scene at the saloon in Tucson where the Don Juan sidekick is romancing a dance
hall girl (Rita Hall)—as Tim Holt’s Ross kibitzes from an open window—and when
Daggert asks the gal if his partner has proposed yet she gets that look in her
eye…prompting Chito to dive out that same window faster than you can hum Golden Slippers. As Heritage
is calling it a wrap, the subject of matrimony is again brought up as Chito and
his lady love are riding with Beth and Ross in a wagon…and surprisingly, Chito
does not run for the exits at the idea of getting hitched—he even pulls out four rings for the occasion!
Nan Leslie (later a cast member on TV’s The Californians) has a
great rapport with star Holt—this might be because the two of them were an “item”
off-screen in addition to their work together in six of Tim’s oaters. (Nan was also a “lady friend” of Gene Autry’s,
from what I’ve read.) I really liked
Leslie (her Beth is sweet), but she’s just one member of a very impressive
supporting ensemble that includes the senior Jason Robards (when he makes his
appearance in Heritage you’ll spot
the resemblance to his Academy Award-winning son right off the bat), former
cowboy star Tom Keene (billed here as “Richard Powers”; there’ll be a Keene
western or two featured in this space in future), Robert Bray, and Harry Woods
(a cold-blooded cuss who orders one of his henchies to gun down San Carlos’
sheriff with the efficiency of licking a postage stamp). Amusingly, Emmett Lynn—“the poor man’s Gabby
Hayes”—is uncredited as the town doctor (he’s also the vet and dentist); I’m
not so sure I would select him as my family physician. Tony Barrett, an OTR veteran (Tales
of the Texas Rangers) who later penned many episodes of Peter
Gunn and produced The Mod Squad, has a nice turn as
Trigg McCord and Walter Reed—you may remember him as the hero of (Big) Government
Agents vs. Phantom Legion (1951), a Serial Saturdays
presentation—is very good as the doomed Joe Powell.
Boyd Magers at Western
Clippings gives Western Heritage a
four-star rating; I heartily concur with this assessment, since I thought the screenplay
by Norman Houston (who penned a previous Holt favorite of mine, 1949’s Stagecoach
Kid) and direction by veteran serials/westerns journeyman Wallace
Grissell solid and exciting. Western Heritage hasn’t made it to MOD
DVD as of this writing…so keep an eye out for it the next time you spot it on
The Greatest Cable Channel Known to Mankind™’s schedule.
2 comments:
Glad you liked Chico Jose Gonzales Bustamonte Rafferty in this one because, even though I enjoy most things Tim Holt is in, when it comes to his B movie westerns, it is the Irish Mexican that I look forward to seeing! Come to think if it, I usually lean towards the sidekick making or breaking the oater for me even though that is not true in other movie genres.
Greg leaned over the back fence:
Glad you liked Chico Jose Gonzales Bustamonte Rafferty in this one because, even though I enjoy most things Tim Holt is in, when it comes to his B movie westerns, it is the Irish Mexican that I look forward to seeing!
I cannot deny it -- Chito really stepped up to the plate in this one. A first-rate B-oater.
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