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Aches and Sorrows 6/?

[(Anonymous)]

“We shouldn’t be out here,” Dolores whispers, pulling straw from her hair. Zorro Pequeno shoots her an annoyed look. The Bighorners grunt absently and mill around the field. They are still calm because they hadn’t spotted the two children yet.

“I want to see the Bighorners,” he whispers back eagerly. “I’ve never seen so many in one place.”

“They’re mean,” she whispers back, eyeing the large horns of one of the males. “They’ll run you through with those giant horns. It happened to a kid once.” Zorro scoffs.

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true!” she says indignantly. “They were picking up parts of him for days!”

“I can’t see them,” he says impatiently. He stands and leaves the cover of the haystack. She gasps when he leaves her sight.

“Zorro,” she hisses. He doesn’t answer her, so she calls a little louder. “Zorro!” A pitchfork leans against one of the fence posts. She tentatively steps out from the cover of the haystack, gripping the pitchfork tightly. She’ll keep the Bighorners from hurting Zorro, even if she has to fight every last one. A Bighorner enters her line of vision and she sneaks toward it. She doesn’t see Zorro and her stomach drops through her stomach. Oh no. What if he got eaten?

“What are you doing with that, cazadore? Gonna make some Bighorner steak?” Zorro’s voice sounds from above her.

“Are you dead?” she whispers, eyes darting across the sky.

“Look up, pendeja.” She looks up to see the head of a Bighorner chewing grass absently. Zorro Pequeno leans over the Bighorner’s forehead, holding on to the large horns.

“What are you doing up there?” she asks, amazed. “How did you even-?” Zorro shrugs carelessly.

“He likes me.” The Bighorner makes eye contact with her as if seeing her for the first time. He growls, grass falling from his mouth as it bares his teeth. She takes a step back and tightens her grip on the pitchfork. She levels it at the Bighorner, growling back at him. Zorro Pequeno’s eyes flash coldly and he tugs at the fur on the Bighorner’s head.

“No,” he says forcefully. “Don’t hurt her or I’ll make you regret it.” The Bighorner whines, eyes darting wildly up at him and back at her. The Bighorner takes another step toward her and Zorro tugs his fur again.

“No,” he says dangerously, and the tone of his voice causes her to shiver. The Bighorner whines and plops down on the grass. Zorro smiles blissfully and all trace of the coldness he exhibited earlier is gone. He motions her over and she cautiously begins to walk toward him.

“Do you want to pet him?” he asks kindly. She nods.

“Yes,” she says. He pats the top of the Bighorner’s head.

“Come on,” he breathes. “He won’t hurt you.” She eyes the pitchfork still clenched in her hands and sets it down gently on the grass. She reaches out a hand to pet the Bighorner. He snorts loudly and she jerks her hand away. Zorro’s hand wraps around her wrist.

“Don’t be scared,” he says, tugging her hand over. “He won’t hurt you. I won’t let him.” Her hand hovers over the fur and he pulls it down. A smile covers her face as she gently scratches the top of the Bighorner’s head.

“Wow,” she says, looking up at Zorro. “Neat.” He grins, leaning over to whisper almost secretively.

“It is, isn’t?”

“How did you do that?” she asks in awe.

“He likes me,” he says simply. “Everyone likes me.”

“You’re likable enough,” she says teasingly. “But you have your moments.” He pouts, tracing her knuckles with his finger.

“You don’t like me?” She laughs, her fingers curling in the Bighorner’s fur.

“I never said that,” she says. “When did I say that?” He leans forward and she pulls back with a small squeak. His hand moves from her wrist to tangle his fingers with hers.

“So you do like me,” he says as if there is no question about it.

Aches and Sorrows 6.5/?

[(Anonymous)]

“I never said that either,” she says. He laughs, showing his teeth. He’s so close and she feels her face heating up. She doesn’t know it he continues speaking because the sound of her heart thundering in her ears is all she can focus on. He leans forward and she can count the cracks in his lips.

“Hey!” a loud and crashing voice yells. She and Zorro jump alongside the Bighorner. The big horner, no longer docile, growls and stands up from his place in the grass. Dolores holds her arms out and pulls Zorro off of the raging animal. They take off running through the field, away from the farmer and his angry Bighorner’s.

Zorro grabs her hand and doesn’t let go until they are out of sight.

Re: Aches and Sorrows 6.5/?

[(Anonymous)]

I love this so much and I really hope you update it, it's totally awesome.