Sometimes when I rode Silver, my dad used to sing “I’m an Old Cowhand” and make believe he was John Wayne just to get my goat. He would call me a “pilgrim” and act like he was a tougher cowboy than me. Once I got mad at him for mocking Tonto and me, and I shot him a couple times with a six-shooter.
Excerpt from The Lone Ranger Rides Again at Friday Flash Fiction.
Crow On The Wire 
Hi-Yo! Silver!!!!🐴🤠
Yippee!!🙂