As kids, one of our favourite games was Cowboys and Indians and like most boys, I always wanted to play the part of a cowboy. At least I did until one of my father’s colleagues bought us a load of western comic annuals and I avidly read the adventures of a Comanche boy. After that I wanted to be an Indian in our games. Or more accurately I wanted to be a Comanche with my own pony, tomahawk and feather in my hair.
FOLK OF THE WILD FRONTIER
FOLK OF THE WILD FRONTIER
FOLK OF THE WILD FRONTIER
As kids, one of our favourite games was Cowboys and Indians and like most boys, I always wanted to play the part of a cowboy. At least I did until one of my father’s colleagues bought us a load of western comic annuals and I avidly read the adventures of a Comanche boy. After that I wanted to be an Indian in our games. Or more accurately I wanted to be a Comanche with my own pony, tomahawk and feather in my hair.