by Hans J. Wollstein
review
Four recognizable henchmen take off after young Steve Drake with robbery on their minds. Enter Eddie Dean and sidekick Roscoe Ates and one of the villains bites the dust, dead as the proverbial doornail. Fast forward to Terry Frost's saloon in town and all four henchmen are present and accounted for. Well, that's just the kind of slipshod B-Western production Black Hills is, but by now you have come to expect such slipups from poverty-stricken PRC. Meanwhile, Dean sings accompanied by The Plainsmen, Ates fails utterly at card tricks, Shirley Patterson looks fetching in jeans, George Chesebro is on the side of law and order for a change, and a good time is had by all.
