To state the obvious, Zane Grey was never a talented writer. The key to his success lay in his wife, who encouraged him to pursue writing, and acted as his primary editor and agent alongside raising their children. In this late novel, Zane has trotted out all the formula devices developed in his three decades of churning out westerns and he writes like someone who knows that the book will sell like hotcakes just because it has his name on it. Overlong and prone to cliche, this wasn't an enjoyable book. Zane was regularly capable of interesting writing, and creating real jeopardy. Some of his novels are rightfully classics, but books like this reveal just how lazy he could be, and how tedious Dolly's job must have been cutting back his tortured prose before sending it off to the publishers. So this is a paycheck novel, something to pay for Zane's ever increasing appetite for global travel, writing about fishing, and buying houses for his many mistresses.
One thing that did stand out as a novelty to me while reading this book, was Zane falling prey to the 1930s fascination with Dialect Humor. I don't recall dialect featuring quite so centrally, or being so broadly distributed in other of his novels, but it may just be because I haven't read much in this late stage of his career. Let's just say that it is jarring to be reading along through pages of description and dialogue presented in standard spelling and grammar, just to arrive at some important inflection point in the tale and suddenly have to parse through a passage of Britt's Texan accent, or worse, Zane's phonetic presentation of Jackson's dialogue which is the worst kind of minstrel show rubber-lipped Negro parody imaginable. A lot is made of how ethnically diverse and egalitarian the 'Knights of the Range" are as a group, and how each stands upon his dignity, but (Jackson aside) this is the most shallow gesture at diversity casting. The protagonist heroes are the usual group of steely Anglo-Americans, and their dominance of the team is unchallenged. With the exception of Jackson, the only time mentions of the group of knights is allowed to pull focus off of the four leaders are a passing mention of Cherokee's stoicism, and a necessary interlude concerning Skylark's marriage. Everyone else may as well not be there. Meanwhile, the romance at the center of this Ranch Romance is supremely unconvincing and irritating.
Anyway, I figure this as better than the usual genre Western of the age, but not a real effort by the author.