A horse by any other name
In the ’50’s (and before) cowboys were king. But their co-co-stars were in many cases their equal. Remember Trigger and Buttermilk? How about Silver and Diablo? Champion? Comanche? And don’t forget Tonto’s Scout. These were the famous steads that bore their famous riders, did tricks, came when whistled for, were sometimes listed as co-stars to their riders, and were always under the right overhang as their boss flew out the second story window needing a saddle to land in and quick get-a-way.
Indelible was the impression left by Silver rising up on his hind legs and pawing at the sky with his front ones as the Lone Ranger shouted, “Hi Ho Silver Awaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!” What could be more thrilling than seeing the manes of these horses fly in the wind during either a chase to catch or escape from bandits?
We watched with satisfaction as a horse bone dry from a long run in the desert, would be led to the water trough in town or as they calmly bent their hoof back onto the blacksmith’s lap as he repaired a cracked or lost shoe. We sighed with a settled calm as these great players repaired to their stalls and scarfed down their oats before retiring for the night.