My brother and I had lots of these little rubber cowboys and Indians when we were kids. I bought a few at an antique shop a while back. Funny how toys, so small and random, can be such powerful touchstones of memory. This little red cowboy is the sheriff. Although right now, it's hard to tell if he's trying to keep the peace, park a 747 or do the Y-M-C-A dance.
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