Ever wonder how I met the Lone Ranger? Well here are a couple of versions...I think I'll let history sort out the truth...I sort of like being a legend. It started one day when I was riding the range and I saw a man in terrible distress...His name was Reid. I mosied on down and rescued Reid, the sole surviving Texas Ranger of a party who was tricked into an ambush by the outlaw Butch Cavendish . I recognized the ranger as someone who had saved me when we were both boys. I called out to him to him "Hey Kemo Sabe!"That means "faithful friend" in the language of my tribe. Then I helped Reid give a decent burial to the other rangers.
The Ranger donned a mask and vowed revenge—not so much against Cavendish personally as against all who would break the law in such a manner, and began his travels of the Old West, with me in tow, cleaning up after the messes he would usually get us in. Sometimes I felt that the ol' Lone Ranger treated me as an equal partner his work. Together, we seemed to be capable of righting almost any wrong within the half-hour time frame we were provided. Ours was by far the highest-rated television program on the ABC network in the early 1950s and its first true "hit".
I'm a chief's son in the Potawatomi nation. My name translates as wild one in my own language. For the most part though, the Potawatomi , did not live in the Southwestern states, however and our cultural costume is different from the one that wardrobe forced me to wear.
