20The20Kemosabe.txtTHE KEMOSABE by Mike Resnick So me and the Masked Man we decide to hook up and bring evildoers to justice which is a pretty full-time occupation considering just how many of these _momzers_ there are wandering the West. Of course I dont work on Saturdays but this is never a problem since hes usually sleeping off Friday nights binge and isnt ready to get back in the saddle until about half past Monday. We get along pretty well though we dont talk much to each other -- my English is a little rusty and his Yiddish is non- existent -- but we share our food when times are tough and were always saving each others life just like it says in the dime novels. Now youd think two guys who spend a whole year riding together wouldnt have any secrets from each other but actually thats not the case. We respect each others privacy and it is almost twelve months to the day after we form a team that we find ourselves answering a call of Nature at the very same time and I look over at him and I am so surprised I could just _plotz_ you know what I mean Its then that I start calling him Kemosabee and finally one day he asks me what it means and I tell him that it means uncircumcized goy and he kind of frowns and tells me that he doesnt know what _either_ word means so I sit him down and explain that Indians are one of the lost Hebrew tribes only we arent as lost as were supposed to be because Custer and the rest of those _meshugginah_ soldiers keeps finding us and blowing us to smithereens. And the Kemosabee he asks if Hebrew is a suburb of Hebron and right away I see weve got an enormous cultural gap to overcome. But what the hell were pardners and were doing a pretty fair job of ridding the West of horse thieves and stage robbers and other varmints so I say Look Kemosabee youre a _mensch_ and Im proud to ride with you and if you wanna get drunk and file:///D/Documents20and20Settings/harry/Desktop/New20Folder/Mike20Resnick20-20The20Kemosabe.txt 1 of