With the outlaw Butch defeated again, The Lone Ranger hoisted himself up onto Silver, smiled and tipped his hat at the thankful damsel, and gave a swift kick. They rode off into the sunset. “Let’s go, Bobby,” Mom said.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #59. Photo prompt. WC 39. “60 Second Cowboy” won 2nd place in this contest.
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