Maisie gets dropped into a not terribly interesting world - a ghost town in Arizona. Maybe if crooks/spies had been there but it's just grumpy Lee Bowman, another imitation Clark Gable.
The most fascinating thing about it is the presence of some dust bowl refugees courtesy of the lefty screenwriters. But the movie lacks pace - and villains. There's no love triangle for her to bust up or even romantic rival. She's not even into Bowman going off on her own at the end - which is feminist but feels unsatisfactory.
Maisie digging for gold, literally, should have been fun - colourful characters, conmen, thieves, rogues. But there's none of that just grump Bowman and these perfect peasants. The girl who sang in the cafe instead of her should've been a rival. It needed a murder. Dull.