Considering that this is a made-for-TV Western starring terminally bland and innocuous middle-of-the-road lounge lizard country crooner Kenny Rogers in the lead, I naturally had low expectations about this one. Well, my dire predictions about this picture turned out to be wrong. This feature ain't half bad. Sure, it's no masterpiece, but it's a most acceptable and enjoyable telepic oater inspired by the marvelously atmospheric hit tune. Rogers acquits himself with reasonable assurance and aptitude as wily, weary, worn-out, but still agile and astute itinerant poker player par excellence Brady Hawkes. Bruce Boxleitner is equally personable as Billy Montana, a flashy, cocky, wet-behind-the-ears aspiring gambler Hawkes befriends. Jim Byrnes' hackneyed, by-the-numbers script offers no unusual or surprising plot developments, but fortunately Dick Lowry's competent direction, Larry Cansler's robust, rousing, flavorsome score, and Joseph Biroc's handsome cinematography compensate for the trite story. The top-rate cast qualifies as another major asset: Harold Gould as a powerful, arrogant railroad baron, Christine Belford as Rogers' neglected, estranged wife, Lee Purcell as a plucky former lowly * turned proud high society lady, Lance LeGault as a cunning, but honorable card sharp, and Clu Gulager as a mean, grasping brute with a secret grudge against Rogers. A subplot involving Rogers bonding with his long ignored son is handled with commendable tact and restraint, while the inevitable big stakes poker game finale delivers the tense thrills something nice. A sizable ratings smash, this film was followed by several sequels of varying quality.