The Lone Ranger was out riding around in the desert when suddenly he was set upon by a band of Indians. As he was trespassing on their land, they took him back to their camp. They then tied him to a post and their chief exclaimed that they would burn him at the stake come sunup.
The Lone Ranger asked the chief if he would grant him a last request. After thinking about it, the chief said that this would be okay. So, the Lone Ranger, whistled for his horse, Silver, who trotted up to him. As all eyes were upon the strange sight, the Lone Ranger whispered in the horses ears. After but a moment, Silver the horse nickered, and then took off for the relative safety of the desert. Everyone watched as he galloped away in a cloud of dust.... With a shout, all the Indians began dancing wildly around the Lone Ranger, adding more pieces of wood to his as yet unlit pyre as they gyrated and whooped around the circle. This went on all night long.
As the sun broke in the horizon and the first light of day lit both prairie and the Indian encampment, the chief gave another bark of command and the dancing came to a standstill....
It is time, he said. Time to punish you for desecrating our land.
The Lone Ranger stared on intently, preparing himself for what was to come.
Suddenly, from the outer edge of the encampment, a disturbance arose as Silver returned, riding back at full gallop. This time, however, he was not alone. Riding on his back was a voluptuous woman, her long, blonde hair flowing behind her in the breeze.
Nobody moved as both woman and horse strode up to the Lone Ranger. All remained quiet in order to hear what was said. Only the Lone Ranger, who was slowly shaking his head, displayed any emotion.
With an exasperated sigh, he looked up at Silver and admonished, I said posse, POSSE!