And she waits for the Lone Ranger to ride ‘out of the sunset’
The Lone Ranger Sheriff small B has come a long way now, dusty allover. He was entering his town after an year now…. The rustic hooligans of his town are sobered up, with age and partially due to fear and resentment towards the sheriff, “he might be back someday– riding out of the sunrise”, they gossped. On the surface… they grinned from ear to ear. The sheriff never cared for these superficiality as he always had seen right through these– “part of the job, punks”, said the smirk.
Anyway Sheriff had been out of town for a while, Soweak, Guru, Count, Undone, Seyana, Amsotto, Cindrella, dewatery al have been going on with their lives. As rumor has it & reality saw it… Guru fell in love with a lady-bison (and is reportedly working night shifts to save up enough money to marry her), Seyana already had a long time affair with a fair maiden from out of town, Amsotto fell in love with the rehabilated witch Cindrella (well we dont know if she still practices amatuer witch-craft, and we don’t really know if she own a Cauldron to cook up spells, you know these days anything is available in online shopping so she may aswell have ordered one… who cares anyway) Well we can safely say, ” Amsotto, Thy love exorcised the witch”… I’ll be damned, love indeed is powerful! Soweak too ironically ran away with another fair-maiden from the yonder. And Finally.. oh finally The Count Pomegranate ‘kissed her magesty’s hand’ & proposed to the queen Dewatery… (the refined french idiot that he is… he could not cut the crap and say it normally). Dewatery after much deliberation relented, Count is rumored to have heaved a sigh so massive… that it knocked over Soweak, the Guru & Seyana from their horses. Meterologists from the town south suspected some miraculous tornado, but could not find any characteristic damage, they are investigating still now. However a humble CIA agent Mr. D-Man, had worked up this holy alliance of the count and the queen & is earning Kudos each week from the count in form of regular shower of treats & invitations of visit. D-man is however a freelancer and rides Hawks on streets, as if there were no better things to do. The Sheriff smirks, the famous Clint Eastwood smirk… these were meant to happen, he’s seen it.
‘Hey Sheriff! what’s up with you sir? You have a dreamy-lost look in those eyes?– hit your head on a tree or what?’ asked Soweak… Frowned the Sheriff and grabbed his collar… teeth clenched, but he let him go. Sheriff had been away … his personal life had been in turmoil. He had lost a major horse race… and wandered off from from the town– self exile. He wandered towns and villages — and one day he met a fair maiden. Her eyes soothed his heart in ‘uno momento’. Her smile was like the coolest breeze in the evening, in the scorched steppes.To him the fair maiden was the fairest of them all, she came up to him… and knocked his hat & heart in one go! “Nobody has ever done that to me…ever”, the blood did not surge into the veins on his forehead, he did not draw his pistol, he just wanted to be dead, but in her arms. He was dead already… in her eyes lay his heart the moment she laid it on him. Her smiles inspired him… he got back is ‘sheriffness’… and beat a ‘long distance cross country race’. He had a source of immense mysterious power, that lay in a few word she asked of him, ‘Forget those past failures.. dont let em bog you down, go ahead and prove your worth’. Once the ordeal of self discovery was over, they became all more than friends. He shared to her, his innermost fears insecurities & she listened. And one early morning… he asked her, ‘Will ye be my guidin light ?’ maiden… smiled shyly and said.. ‘sure I’ll be’. They strolled the forest walking together, they knew… it was the walk they had taken always in their dreams… the more he looked into her eyes … more her impish smiles amazed him. If there was magic.. it was happening to him.
But ‘fair maiden’ her-self was the ‘Lone ranger miss Sheriff feisty N’ of her town… she had her town to maintain, however much she wanted to hold his hand and be lost in his eyes, She too could not afford to be so gullible. Sheriff small B, for the first time wished he could give up all his duties and stay in that yonder town of mysteries, and be with feisty N. He told her he had to get back to his work.. but he was going to be back, and before long one-day he will whisk her away on his horse & they both would ride into the sunset. Before he hopped on to his horse.. and rode off into the sunset that day… She held his hand & he held hers. Not a word they said, but they said everything, in silence, they spoke a thousand words. Both turned and unseen to each-other… they both smiled but both had tears in their eyes, both ready to wait for another year. As they rode off in two directions, the dusty horizon looked foggy in a well of tears that filled both their eyes. They were apart now… but their heart beat as one. Sheriff … for the first time was feeling human emotions, that only made him feel he was not alone anymore. As he rode into the evening, under the night sky — milky-way appearing slowly, he had a distinct vision of his destiny. The night descended on the steppes…
Done with the flash back, The Sheriff, smirked at Soweak & said, “None of yer freakin business fella…, come light some cigar”. There sat in a corner was ‘Am Biri Lan’, a swear word spewing fighter from his youth, but in his late years he too was a soberd gentle man. He joined the table. Sheriff getting to know how all the former thugs (excepting ofcourse the Count pomegranate… a refined french man) have turned into sobered up clowns as each fell in love with some fair maiden of their dreams. Peace have be fallen the town, untill of course the youngling ‘thugs’ of these former thugs jazzed up the town.
Sheriff smirked, he exactly knew what has befalleth his town… he took out his guitar, unmounted from his stallion & off he walked to that lone tree –on the lone cliff— beside the lone gorge– of this lone village in a few miles of deserted steppes. There he sat.. plucking the strings of the guitar & as the strings jazzed up a riot of rich tones, his mind wandered to the ‘mysterious town of the yonder’.. where his feisty N, was looking at the setting sun, her hair blowing in the wind over her face, a tear sparkled in a corner of her eyes, her mind wanted to see a wavering figure of a rider in the shimmery evening horizon riding fiercely in a cloud of dust towards her town… & as she would cock the shotgun and ask him to halt, and then those eyes will look upon hers once again.
A ‘wanderer’ sang a sad song of love-profound… as the sheriff gazed into the sunset, he made up his mind… he would need to ride off to the sunset to his N. The town was in peace, the sheriff was back… and the sun was setting. Sheriff will ride into the sunset, very soon… for Feisty N.
PS: This is the continuation of the running gag about my college mates guised as various fictional characters. Only here do I talk about myself a lot as had been asked so many times previously. You have to guess the rest. Other parts of the story from last to latest are listed below.
Any resemblance (extracted by minds who are severely out of job) with any real life characters is either coincidental or incidental and should not be a potential issue of conflict. This is a poetic Disclaimer. Now it’s your call to Undo it.