Enter Buffalo Brandon

Tiny bits of feathers began to tear away from LJ's wings as he approached the sound barrier during his descent towards the Ganja. Johnny began to lose track of the reflection from Magnums oily chest as he and the Ganja slipped beneath the waters surface. As Johnny approached 1,000 feet of the deck he noticed a sparkle, something metallic casting a new reflection. Johnny bent his knees, spread his arms, arched his body and came to a sudden stop in mid air and began to hover. Johnny reached into a satchel crafted from a camel intestine and retrieved a medieval monocular and gazed down at the reflective object. As Johnny peered at the object he could not believe his eyes! He had listened to old warriors speak of the legend and was amazed at what was riding his way. Johnny could make out a flag that was held in the right hand of a horse-mounted rider as it flapped in the wind like an angry cannon ball. The words were hard to read at this altitude, but there was no mistaking the way the man carried himself in his saddle! Johnny felt a lump in his thought as he pondered the reasoning of such a legend riding his way across this tropical island. Johnny was starring directly in the steely eyes of Buffalo Brandon on his thunder-hoofed mustang Tony. Buffalo Brandon had on a beautiful pair hairy white chaps fashioned from an albino buffalo. Two ivory handled, nickel plaited navy colt six shooters were resting in a handcrafted rig adorned with mexican conchos. Tied into its scabbard with a piece of rawhide Johnny made out the walnut stock of a lever action Henry rifle with several notches carefully carved away. The huge ten-gallon hat was the sure giveaway at this point. Even though the brim was turned up from the wind, Johnny could see the hatband fashioned from peacock feathers with a turquoise pendant in the center with hand-etched words that matched the words on the flag that were now very clear… “Buffalo Brandon” was skillfully stitched in large black letters on a field of baby blue of the now bigger then life flag to match Buffalo Brandon’s perfectly pressed shirt. Johnny could tell Tony was in lather and was being ridden hard! In a perfect “V” formation behind Buffalo Brandon and Tony rode nine additional horsemen with a less flashy, but matching ensemble. Johnny watched the men get closer as he reached into his med kit for some tums and a couple of pink heart shaped Pepto Bismal pills in a foil punch-out container and pondered his next move. DT