Thread: Tonto and the stagecoach

Remember the Lone Ranger? Here's a Lone Ranger story

Tonto and the stagecoach.

The Lone Ranger is riding Silver along a trail in the badlands. The trail takes a turn around a small mesa and, as he rounds the turn, the Lone Ranger spies his old Native American buddy Tonto in the middle of the trail. Tonto is squatting down with his bum in the air and his head to the ground, one ear pressed into the dust.

The Lone Ranger eases Silver to a halt alongside his recumbent partner.

“Howdy Tonto! Old pal, old buddy,” he says. “What’s happening?”

Without moving, Tonto squints upwards.

“Kemo Sabay,” he says. “Twenty minutes ago, a stagecoach passed along this trail. Four horses; three passengers; one driver and two riding shotgun. There’s a big brassbound cabin trunk strapped to the roof”.

“Gee Willikins Tonto!” says the masked one. “It never ceases to amaze me how you redskin fellas can gain so much detail just by listening to the vibrations in the ground!”

“What vibrations in the ground?" says Tonto. “The bastards ran over me!”