Right up until the Sixties westerns were a popular genre. As tastes changed and they became more expensive to make if you wanted to make a good one, they were as numerous as sands on a beach. In fact many a fly by night outfit like Superior Pictures flooded the market in what would become the Red States. Plentiful they were, not necessarily that good.
Buddy Roosevelt who was most assuredly not a Hyde Park or an Oyster Bay Roosevelt was a minor western star in silent films and got even more minor when talkies arrived. He did this film Range Riders for peanuts and at that he was overpaid.
The plot has to do with Roosevelt being sent for by his father to stop the depravity of a gang terrorizing the area. But it's so jumbled and incoherent you'll be lucky if you can sit through the film. The acting is on a grade school level, the players will be folks you've mostly never heard of.
Roosevelt later on was a most minor member of John Ford's stock company. Ford gave him bit parts because I assume Roosevelt fell on hard times. He came from the ranks of stuntmen and to stuntmen he returned for the most part.
Range Riders is as bad as a western can get.