Tonto Wasn’t My Real Name
I was Tontonomohachet, a Potawatomi warrior, wounded and captured by an enemy tribe. One moonless night, I crawled past a guard and escaped into the hills, where a masked man found me, healed me, called me a good Indian, and promised me a life of adventure, chasing down bad white men and renegade redskins. At first I was embarrassed by the silly mask and the dramatic “Hi-yo Silver!” that ended each adventure, but then I remembered my own tribe’s fondness for face paint and war cries. And after all, it’s not like a lot of people were watching us, right?
I thoroughly enjoyed it and am anxiously awaiting the publication of Whippoorwills.