original this is my version of the Lone Ranger hopefully it wiil make people forget about that certain Johnny Depp Lone Ranger.
Harsh it always was,the west,especially to those born to it,different and not normal like everyone else was,such was a boy just born to the Indian tribe of Chief Dea the tribe lived in tents just outside in the hills nearby just beyond the western town of Lon,' 'He is your son now Ani ,'said the Chief to his wife as he tried to smile,most Indians didn't smile they didn't know how they smiled on rare events like killing white men or raiding a group of horses and villagers that would not stand a chance against his tribe and people .' A name,'said the Medicine Man holding the baby in his arms and giving it to the mother.'He'll be a strong Indian man one day,' The mother grabbed the baby boy as the Medicine Man and Chief smiled together.' Tonto.' she told them,one by one the Medicine Man and Chief left the teepee overhead as night came thunder could be heard clapping loudly.No rain just thunder and lightning as both mother and baby slept the rest of the night .' Tonto,' she said his name as both closed their eyes to sleep the rest of the night.end,one shot story.
Story inspired by life of the author's great grandfather, a Black Cowboy who kidnapped his Native American bride after a cattle drive from Waco, TX to Dodge City, KS. Their story, him a master horseman and her a trained to be a healer with herbs and
In this collection of Western fiction, I’ve endeavored to bring the reader a little laughter at the expense of my characters, even though they are at times engaged in life threatening adventures. Learn to say something nice to all of your enemies l
