the Lone Ranger and his "companion"

The Lone Ranger (the last conversation)

Kimosabee, we've been together a long time now, must be ten years as moon goes , season comes, sun sets. I find you to be a good man Keemosabee. Sit, we must talk. Cigarette? Good man hard to find. Hard man good to find. You good man. Shoot good. Right wrongs. Straight as arrow. You beautiful. but it over. It bent . Bent over.We must go on fork trail. Don't look at me like that. We grow apart. these last few days I notice, you distant. It no good. You not same man I met. You change. Don't.No touch me. We grow apart. Now I must go .
It gets lonely out here on prairie. Sometimes I not see you for days, 2-3 days. It hurt me, cut me like ol buckskin knife. Wait keemo there is more.
I've seen you with another companion. I followed you. He show you trails I not yet know. You called coyote together.Drink fire water together. You laughed.It Okay. I see someone else too. Doc Holiday...mother's suggestion.
You not laugh with me like that for many full moons. I was lonely. There, there, it OK.
. Wipe tear Keemosabe, you Ranger for crying out loud. Man up… That better. Take breath. Take break. We be back, talk to sponsor.
Maybe another time, another place. Sometime even tree must bend in wind or it break. May break wind. It is why willow weep. Tonight, willow weep for me. Tonight, tonight, won't be like any night. Me not stay, go to heartbreak hotel. As father and forefather chant...
nah nah nah nah- nah nah nah nah-- hey hey; good-bye. These last few days have been...the last few days.
I need to go beyond great horizon. boldly go where no brave has gone before. I'm glad we had this time together. I'm glad we met. You still remember when i picked you up. You were down. You were with your friends. You were knock out. I take you back to my cave.
. You looked at me after several days with those big brown nutmeg eyes. What mean nut-meg? I not forget you. Time has way of healing. We still young and restless. And time, time, time, is on our side. yes it is. breaking up is hard to do.
Keemosabee, what i try to say is I must go now. Don't look back. goodbye, Vaya con dios, adios, shalom, arevaderci.
People were starting to talk.Not good for image.
Lone Ranger , i look after you now 10 , 12 years.Enough is enough. You going to be alright. You eat today? You need more vegetables …You look pale in face. See, breaking up is hard to do... I still care. We older. Dalton gang gone.Clantons gone. Most on disability .They old, we older. I mean to ask. What with mask? I think it time to take off mask. Come out from hiding in closet. Expose yourself. Ever think of settling down? Meet girl, unfurl flag? Get a life, bang the gong. Do the wild thing. you get color back. Really i got to go, I stagnate here. i need my space. I want to expand and grow as an individual. Free to be the real me, fly like an eagle. It not your fault, say it me. no one to blame really. like bird you must set it free.Set it free.
set me free. And as the Indian rode off the last words the Lone Ranger heard from the Indian was this… Peace on you keemosabee.
[and with that the indian rode off into the sunset to be with the people of the village, the village people..]- the end.
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