This submission was in response to the challenge by merryone to write a piece from the perspective of one of our favorite fictional characters. When you have read, you are supposed to guess the identity of the character. Thanks merryone, this was fun to do. (You may have to be an old guy to remember this character!) ****************************************************************
I don’t have much to say. I mostly keep my thoughts to myself. That is what a lonely man does. That is likely so he will not have to admit that inside he is empty, yearning to be needed. Dare I say loved? Nope, I don’t dare.
But I always accept a challenge. It is what a man does. When there is a need, a man takes care of it. Running away is never an option. That is the kind of lessons I am going to be teaching Johnny Lowe.
He has the makin’s of a strong man. He has the sand of his maw, Angie. He will not give in to fear. Even the Apache chief, Vittorio did not cause him to cry nor turn tail. His courage prob’ly saved his life and his maw’s life. And my life, truth be told. Vittorio took to the boy the way I did. Even took to callin’ him Small Warrior.
Angie is a woman to stand beside a man. Not behind him, but at his side, facin’ the struggles together. She deserved better’n that lowlife Ed. He was a coward. I did not want the fight he brought to me. But now he’s dead, and Angie is a widow. I don’t think I will be as lonely any more. But I will keep all those thoughts to myself.
We are all ordinary folks, livin’ an ordinary life in the southeast corner of Arizona. I never saw the reason that novelist thought our story was worth tellin’. But he did. And he sold it to Hollywood. He sold a lot of stories that became movies. Our tale turned out to be entertainin’ enough. I was a bit embarrassed to see all those folks wearin’ them 3-D glasses in the theater when the film was first released. But it makes good watchin’ in the late night on my television.