ok, I cant think of another plce to put her origin, so I'll put it here for now.

It was one of those cold nights where the moon was high and the stars were bright. The coyotes were out and howling. A little half Indian sat next to the fire she built. Her mother wrapped a blanket over her shoulders. It was just them and there horse, an old Appaloosa about to have a foal any day. "She may have it soon, Bonami." The mother said.

"Let us hope the Great Father makes it strong." Bonami stated. She was only twelve summers old. And quite the young beauty. She wanted to name the foal after the word she heard the Chinese foreigners say. Hachi. Since it meant "eight" and this would be this mare's eighth offspring, it seemed appropriate.

Soon, they heard white men riding their horses toward them. Bonami and her mother weren't evil. If any man needed to stay with them for the night, they would not turn them away. Of course, that situation was what led to her existence, but it was only that one time. Her mother was young. She would have known her father had he not been killed during a cattle drive. He had always stayed close to her mother to protect her, but he got trampled when he stopped a stampede from destroying her tribe. But the tribe honored him for saving them. And she was given his name: Bo. Her mother's name was Nami, so, in her tribe's tradition, if both parents were honorable, the child would be named after both of them.

Bonami sensed something was wrong with these white men. The kept hooting and hollering like crazy. They finally stopped and trotted their horses closer. Once close enough, they jumped off and walked closer. The man who seemed to be the leader made Bonami's skin crawl. He wore a rattle from a rattlesnake on the left side of his face. "Look here, boys. Got us some In'juns. And pretty ones, too."

Nami whispered, "Take the horse. Run." Bonami knew not to disobey her mother, so she ran to the horse. Some of the men tried to run after her, but they were too slow. Nami smiled as she watched her daughter get away. She then turned to the white man with the rattle in his hair. "May the Great Father...show you the mercy...my people won't." The white man snarled and pulled out his pistol.

Bonami kept going, but she pulled her horse to a stop when she heard a gun shot. She wanted to run back and get her mother. She cried, knowing her mother was gone. She pushed her horse on to keep going. The rode for hours until they saw a farm. Bonami knew to be careful. Not all white men were accepting of Indians. She slowly approached a water trough to let her horse get a drink. Once close enough, she hopped off to get some water herself. She cupped her hands and gulped it down. As she dipped her hands in once more, she heard footsteps. Before she could react, she saw a boy, a little older than her. He saw her, too. Bonami ducked down and hid behind the trough. The boy slowly walked around and knelt next to her. She still had tear stains on her cheeks, so the boy knew she had been crying.

"Are you okay?" He asked. She just watched him, weary of him. He sighed and stuck his hand out. "I'm John."

She understood the introduction. She pointed to her chest and said, "Bonami."

"Just wait a moment. I'm gonna get my brother, Dan. He'll help." John then stood and ran to his house. Bonami pat her horse and noticed how she was shifting a little bit. She knew what this meant.

"I swear. There's a real In'jun by the trough." John stated.

"This ain't like the time you said you saw a coyote and it would up bein' a little kitten, right?" Dan asked with sarcasm. But he instantly believed when he saw a young Brave helping a horse give birth. Both boys ran over to help.

The small foal came out with ease. They all sat back and watched the foal get up on its own and take its first steps. All of this happened in a time span of one hour. When the started walking on its own, Bonami got up and walked to the mother. She pat her neck and kissed her nose. She then walked over to the nursing foal and pat it on the back. "Hachi." She pronounced.

The boys looked at each other. "Ya know what, Dan?"

"What, John?"

"Remember what we asked Dad for a little sister?"

Melody/Bo: Half Native American. She has tan skin, but she has sky blue eyes. She has dark brown hair that is always in a braid that reaches the middle of her back. She has a leather band tied around her forehead (like the original Tonto). Her weapons of choice are a bow and arrows she makes herself. Her horse is an Appaloosa she's had since childhood named Hachi.

San Francisco, 1933

Lucas, dressed as his hero, the Lone Ranger, walked through the carnival, dragging his older sister with him. They walked all around until they found what he wanted to see the most.

****Wild West Expedition****
Visit The Trilling Days Of Yesteryear

Inside were many different displays. Melody loved them all. But one in particular caught her eye. It was of an elderly Comanche Brave. He held up a hatchet and had a crow perched on top of his head. She looked at the plaque and read it out loud. "The Noble Savage In His Natural Habitat."

Upon hearing her, Lucas walked over while munching on some peanuts. This display really was strange. It seemed very life-like. They stepped closer to get a better look. Once they were close enough, the eyes turned to stare at them. Melody gasped while Lucas dropped his peanuts and pulled out his toy pistol and fired the blanks. The wax figure lowered his hatchet and stared at them in wonder. Looking at Lucas, he whispered, "Kemosabe?"

"Who? Me?" Lucas asked.

He then saw Melody. "Bo?" She just stared nervously. The Comanche looked at them and asked, "You bring horses?"

"I-I think you made a mistake, mister." Lucas said.

The Brave then seemed to lose his train of thought and think about something else. "Mistake?" Lucas then took a small step back and stepped on some of the peanuts he dropped. The crackling brought the Indian back to reality and he pointed at them. "Make trade." He then reached into his pocket while the boy picked up the bag of peanuts. Once he handed the peanuts over, the warrior gave him what he had in his pocket...a dead mouse.

Lucas didn't really like it, so he dropped it. Both then watched the Comanche eat the peanuts with curiosity. He then took one peanut and crumbled with his boney fingers while trying to feed it to the bird on his head. Lucas pulled his mask off and asked, "Who did you think I was, anyway?"

The Indian seemed to freeze for a moment and go into deep thought. "Never take off mask."

"Why not?"

Looking over the cliff, Tonto and Bo stared at the horizon. John came up on his horse, adjusting his mask. "You sure about this?"

"Mmm." Tonto nodded. "Dead man strike fear into heart of his enemy."

With one finally glance at the town, John nodded. "All right. Let's do this." All three then took off.

TLR

All three rode into town as fast as their horses could carry them. John shot his pistol a few times while Tonto and Bo followed. Once they stopped in front of the bank, the jumped off their horses and burst the doors open. John held up his pistols, Tonto was wielding his hatchet and Bo drew back her draw string with an arrow. John was in the middle, Tonto was on his left and Bo his right.

"Ladies and gentlemen," John started. "My colleagues and I will be making a withdrawal. I understand this place is insured, so..." He noticed that everyone was staring at him, even Tonto and Bo. "Nobody move."

"What's with the mask?" A gentleman in a top hat next to a post asked.

John lowered his pistols and turned to Tonto. "See? I told you. I feel ridiculous."

"You're only ridiculous if you make a big deal out of it." Bo commented. Tonto decided that talk was cheap. He threw his hatchet and split the top hat the gentleman was wearing.

John decided to shoot the chandelier down and it crashed to the ground. "I guess I didn't make myself clear!" He yelled. "This is a damn bank robbery!" They then jumped over a table.

"Wait a minute." Lucas interrupted. "You're saying you're Tonto?"

"The Tonto?" Melody added.

"There is another?" Tonto asked. Melody smiled slightly. It got Tonto's attention. "You smile like her."

"Like who?" She asked.

"Bo." Was his simple answer.

"But," Lucas interrupted, bringing back the previous subject. "The Lone Ranger, Tonto and Bo were good guys. I mean, they didn't rob banks. Did they?"

"Come a time, Kemosabe, when good man must wear mask."