TheLoneStranger

TheLoneStranger
TheLoneStranger
“This girl looks like she sick. She need some help.” OH GOD NO she yells don't stop to HELP me WHO was the Masked Man he left me like this WHO oh WHO was on the silver horse he took my savings. My namme is Nell this is my story. He is so Pretty. Eye swooned. He looks just like the Ranger eye AllwAys fantasized about him. He took off his mask then YUCK who is it now some old Man the kind of homeless looking old Man women do never go for. He told me he needed some money just for bread not for drinking or for smoking eye suppose they still get bread out on the home on the range General store. When eye reached up to get the cokkie jar open he grabbed the cokkie jar then took off on the horse he was laughing like the madman on TV he cackling with glee the horse was even snickering eye heard him Say with the loud voice lets go find Tonto SIlver. Cmon Big Felloe. We got the Silver from the girl. Hehehehehehehe. Now me with the Indian companion will be dancing in the Moonlight drinking rum tonight. Nell cast her eyes up to the passing stranger on the horse named Scout will he dismount? then he tells her “this not your lucky Day Nell girl.” YOU knoe you almost heard him just now you knoe just how he does the deadpan sound of Indian companion of the Lone Stranger.

eye disagree with history

eye disagree with history

Eye think the settlers would not do the practice shotting mentioned in the history books this is something people do today in cities they shoot targets to win prizes eye doubt this being done back then they would not waste the powder in the guns for fun. You mention how hard the winter is they built houses to live how harsh the life was then you ADD this trash talking about playing targets shotting. There could be the tension between the newcomers to the Thanksgiving dinners. They could have shott them guns toward each other in the anger of the moment. Bullits whizzing past them turkey legs running. They popped the corn with those fire sticks. I suppose they wrapped those ducks in seaweed then buried them then built the fire over them iff it was very windy then they lost them. The Indians still dig lots of holes there it must be in remembrance of the first Thanksgiving Day in 1621. They get the hole open then look down for duck. They search the shore lines for unpopped kernels washing back up in the tide. How neap. The Savage truth is stranger then history.

Happy Thanksgiving.