Alejandro turned towards the other occupant of the cave, slightly amazed. “Did I just see Zorro run away?”
Felipe threw up his hands again, irritated now as much as frustrated. He whirled around and stomped straight towards the black horse to make sure he had enough food and water to last throughout the night.
Toronado snorted a greeting, and Felipe affectionately rubbed his favorite spot under his chin. Horses he could understand. You fed them, you groomed them, they liked food and being fussed over... they would then do whatever you asked. He instinctively understood them.
Diego, on the other hand...
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