It was a sweltering day in the old west when the Lone Ranger and Tonto rode into a small, dusty town.
They rode to the nearest saloon and tied up their horses. Before going in the Lone Ranger looked to Tonto and said, "It's too hot to leave the horses tied up in the sun, Tonto. So I want you to stay out here and run in circles around them. That will create a breeze and keep them cool."
"Yes, kemusabe (however it's spelled. Not many people know it means 'jackass' in Tonto's native language)", said a dejected Tonto.
So the Lone Ranger went into the saloon and ordered a drink. Then another, and another, soon forgetting about Tonto altogether.
Several hours later a rough stranger walked into the saloon, looked around and asked, " Who owns the white horse outside?"
The music stopped.
People looked around nervously.
Expecting trouble, the Lone Ranger looked up from the bar and said, "He's mine. What of it?"
The stranger smiled and said, "I just wanted to let you know. You left your injun running."
They rode to the nearest saloon and tied up their horses. Before going in the Lone Ranger looked to Tonto and said, "It's too hot to leave the horses tied up in the sun, Tonto. So I want you to stay out here and run in circles around them. That will create a breeze and keep them cool."
"Yes, kemusabe (however it's spelled. Not many people know it means 'jackass' in Tonto's native language)", said a dejected Tonto.
So the Lone Ranger went into the saloon and ordered a drink. Then another, and another, soon forgetting about Tonto altogether.
Several hours later a rough stranger walked into the saloon, looked around and asked, " Who owns the white horse outside?"
The music stopped.
People looked around nervously.
Expecting trouble, the Lone Ranger looked up from the bar and said, "He's mine. What of it?"
The stranger smiled and said, "I just wanted to let you know. You left your injun running."
Dying to live, living to die.