StoryRhyme After Dark: Follow Me, Kemosabe
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Follow Me, Kemosabe
By Harry Buschman
Out of the wormhole of this old man’s memory rides the faithful Indian scout “Toto.” Or was it “Tonto.” Sometimes this old man’s memory has a few blind spots. Besides, living in the bilingual nation of my birth I have learned “Tonto” means “fool in Spanish,” and it’s very unlikely an Indian guide would respond to that name when his Kemosabe called to him. But then my failing memory reminds me that maybe “Toto” might have been Alice’s white rabbit, or Dorothy’s dog. You can see how undependable old folks can be... It’s one of the reasons they can’t be trusted to sit on a jury.
Nevertheless, that particular mounted figure must have been the trusted Indian scout who rode with the Lone Ranger, whom he called “Kemosabe,” which means “trusty scout” in Apache, although why he didn’t call him “Lone Ranger” is beyond me. “Scout,” if you recall, was the name of Tonto’s horse. I always suspected Tonto did not have both oars in the water.
You all remember the Lone Ranger I’m sure. He rode the most highly decorated horse in the west; the two of them, horse and rider in fact, looked as though they both stepped out of Van Cleef and Arpel’s – I mean... Silver bullets yet – REALLY!!
"Who was that masked man?"
"Why, that was the Lone Ranger!"
"I didn't even get a chance to thank him."
He would leave a silver bullet behind as a token. It would serve to remind the downtrodden sourdoughs of some dying Arizona settlement that the masked man was, like some benevolent spirit, watching over them. Every week, regardless of the weather and the national condition, this rhinestone cowboy would triumph over the men in the black hats.
Times have changed. We live in a world today where some cowboys, prefer cowboys to cowgirls. They can be found holding hands as the sun sets low over some distant mesa... And it leads me to wonder if the Lone Ranger and Tonto, (or Toto) under the vast, star studded nights by the campfire might have been tempted to... Er... Saddle up together, as we say.
(c) 2015 Harry Buschman