jlage’s review published on Letterboxd:
Unusual western that works well enough to keep one engaged to the end. Arthur Kennedy is mostly good as the bereft fiance in search of his lover's killer and much is efffectively made of him nearly taking out the wrong man. Everyone is upstaged by Dietrich of course, who kicks ass and takes no prisoners and is best when she isn't singing. The entire enterprise is nearly brought to its knees by the Chuck-a-Luck ballad which mercifully fades away after the opening credits.