A Jack Hoxie western that could easily be a template for every 1930s B-western ever made. Everything about it is set at such a brisk pace that you expect the horses to take flight as they race across the plains in search of the slight plot. Hoxie's an undercover ranger who pins his badge under his chest pocket flap. Riders of the Law can boast one memorable moment in which our heroes hide underwater by breathing through their rifles - not sure that's even possible, but kudos for originality. Gets quite cute at the end.
