A/N: Alright. So I must admit I was a little sad that the only person that reviewed out of the 38 people with visited, but I'm not going to be like one of those authors that beg for reviews. I will however say that I am concerned that Tonto and the Lone Ranger are way OOC. I'm currently watching the original Lone Ranger and I am having trouble keeping the two separate in my mind.

So anyways, this story is complete. I never post anything without finishing it first.

Thanks to my beta, AlElizabeth. If anyone in this fandom reads Supernatural fics I recommend checking her out.

Thanks to everyone who read this so far, hopefully you are enjoying it.

I don't know the Lone Ranger, blah blah blah.

And now on with the show.

Chapter 2

The gang that the Lone Ranger had run off hadn't gone very far. Once they got around to the other side of the outcrop they had all collapsed in a breathless pile and the leader, Bogs, had decided that they would camp there for the night. As the boys went in search of firewood he thought back on the events of the day.

The morning had started in a panic, as soon after they had broke camp, one of the scouts said he saw a pair of men on the horizon and it appeared they were following the groups' tracks. After a couple hours of riding the scout reported that the pair of men was drawing closer. The leader of the gang had then ordered that they would split up, sending Bogs with half and taking the other half with him.

Bogs watched Roderick ride off with half the gang and when they were out of sight, followed them, keeping far enough back to not be noticed. Bogs and the rest of his half dismounted, leaving their horses at the bottom of a sand dune and watched as an Injun wearing a bird on his head appeared from nowhere, effectively stopping the headlong dash that Roderick had set. Bogs and the boys were about to shoot when the sound of hooves just to their right made them hide further down in the sand.

Bogs listened carefully while one of the men ordered the other to cuff Roderick.

With a smirk, Bogs sent one of the boys to town to make sure that Roderick didn't stay locked up too long. Afterwards, he led the other boys to a series of outcrops where they would have a good vantage point for when Roderick came riding back.

They spent a long hot afternoon high up on the outcrops, some of the boys complained that they would get sunstroke. Bogs had been able to call it a night when he saw a rider on the horizon approaching the outcrops.

As the rider neared Bogs, he realized that it was the damn Indian that helped get Roderick locked up. He and the boys waited for the Injun to get closer and, with a well-aimed shot, hit the Injun right off his horse. The horse had spooked and dragged the redskin by his foot, which had been caught in the stirrup. He and the boys laughed so hard while the Injun was being drug by his own horse. He soon freed himself and started to stagger to his feet. Bogs signalled for the boys to head on down to the Indian and they quickly surrounded the bird-wearing freak.

Before they had only seen the bird he was wearing but now that they were close Bogs noticed that the Indian was wearing black and white face paint. Not for the first time, Bogs wondered how a race of people could survive in the wild without wearing shirts, wearing face paint and dancing around fires. It was no wonder the cavalry were making such easy work of them. Despite the bullet wound, the Injun put up quite a good fight, managing to land a solid punch on the boys that got too close. Even though he was able to fight well enough, all it took to knock down the Indian was some good hard hits to the bullet wound.

He and the boys started raining down punches and kicks as soon as the Injun hit the sand. At first the Injun had tried to cover his head but after a while he was knocked unconscious by a particularly hard kick to the head. Bogs was certain that the Injun wouldn't have survived much longer had not the Ranger shown up.

At first Bogs had thought that the masked man was an outlaw and couldn't, for the life of him, understand why he would bother rescuing some Injun. But then the masked man had introduced himself as a Texas Ranger and he said the Injun was his partner. Well, this opened up a whole new can of worms.

If that Injun was this Rangers partner then that, logically, means that the man who brought Roderick and the rest of the gang into town was this masked man.

Bogs considered going around in the dark to shoot the Ranger in the back, finish him and his redskin off together. But where's the fun in that? No. He would have to figure out a better punishment for messing with the Roderick Thieves. He'd let the Ranger live, for now, but he would make sure to take his vengeance.

"Bogs?" One of the boys asked.

The leader shook himself out of his reverie and looked around, frowning. "Where's tha damn fiyra?" He demanded.

"The boys couldn't find any wood nearby, Bogs. And they won't get close to the Ranger," the other man answered.

Bogs' frown deepened. "Wha' do ya mean they won' get close ter tha Ranga?"

The man swallowed, "They're scared Bogs. Scared that Ranger'll kill 'em."

Bogs stood up, using his imposing height to his advantage to tower over the other man. "Ei don't care if thay're 'frayd of phantoms or sand worms. Either ya get 'em out thayre gatherin' or Ei'll use ya as cordwood!"

The man shrunk down, nodding his head, "Y…y…yes, Bogs. Whatever you say."

The Lone Ranger felt his horse Silver nudge him again as his chin rested on his chest. John shook his head. "I'm awake," he announced and shifted where he sat.

With a tired groan, he stood and checked on Tonto for what felt like the hundredth time that night. His friend had yet to wake but his pulse was strong and steady. John fed the fire more wood before settling down again. "You see what you've put me through, Tonto? I can barely keep my eyes open. If you were awake you'd probably be saying something, 'no Kemosabe. I do not make you stay awake. Horse keep you awake'" John said, doing his best to impersonate the Indian.

John yawned loudly and looked to the horizon, praying that the sun would rise soon. He had to have been up all night by now. There's no way it had only been a couple hours. He had planned on keeping track of time; however, he had fallen asleep a couple times, only to be awakened by Silver who knows how long later. At one point he had heard coyotes yipping in the distance, and he had worried that the smell of Tonto's blood would draw them closer, but none appeared.

John could feel his head sinking down again when he heard a soft groan and immediately was on his feet and at Tonto's side.

"Kemosabe?" Tonto asked, his eyes open slightly a confused frown on his face.

John smiled, he didn't care what Tonto wanted to call him at the moment, as long as he was awake. "Yeah, hey Tonto. How do you feel?"

"Feels like I've been shot," Tonto announced and tried to sit up, but fell back quickly with a pained groan. "And maybe dragged by Scout," he admitted.

John nodded his head, "Yeah, cause I'm guessing that's exactly what happened. Why don't you try to get some more rest? I'll keep watch."

Tonto cocked his head, "This is the first time you've offered to take watch, Kemosabe."

John chuckled nervously, "Yeah, well, you had me worried Tonto. But don't think that this is a vacation. You can do some extra shifts to make up for this later."

Tonto smiled and promptly fell back asleep.

John allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that his friend was going to be alright. When the sun rose in the morning he would make a travois for the horses to pull and head back to town for some medical attention, not that Tonto would be happy about it.