A/N: Rango does not belong to me. It rightfully belongs to Nickelodeon and it's awesome cast and crew.
The sun was starting to set in the Mojave Desert and many of the Dirt residents were already going into their homes and calling their day to an end. The children were called in by their parents for dinner; a couple of the boys looked very familiar.
Priscilla humphed when she saw Jasper and Kid Joad walk past her to their house. Kid strode without a single glance at the younger mouse. Jasper gave her a small, meek smile which faltered when Priscilla glared at him with a frown before she turned and marched to her and her brothers' home
Jasper gave a sad sigh and continued on his way with Stump close behind.
The tiny mouse entered the dwelling and started heading towards the stairs when the sound of someone clearing their throat caught her attention. Jumping slightly, she turned toward and saw Chorizo sitting on the couch. The shrew was sitting the way most guys do; leaning back with their legs wide open. Why they sat that way Priscilla would never really know, sure she had asked her brother but all he had said was, 'It's just the way we like to sit'. Typical boys.
Shaking her head, Priscilla walked to the other end of the couch as far away from her brother as possible. After what she had found out today, she really didn't want to talk to him. 'I hope he has a good excuse for what he and his dumb friends are doing to me.' She thought bitterly.
Chorizo looked over his little sister for a moment before he sat up straight and addressed his younger sibling, "So I'm guessing you heard about the new plans?"
"Yeah I heard about the new 'plans', what happened to 'you need to hang out with kids your age'?" Priscilla demanded while crossing her arms. Chorizo sighed, "I know I said that but…well it's kind of a tradition for guys like us to teach any willing young boys the outlaw ways."
Priscilla glared at her brother, "Jasper didn't want to do that." She snapped back. "If I heard correctly, he's being forced into this, so he's not a willing participant."
Chorizo frowned, "Well since Stump went easy on Jasper after that little episode you two pulled on us during our golf game, he's in debt to do what Stump says."
"That doesn't seem very fair!"
"Well it wasn't fair that you two were distracting us during our game."
That was true and unfortunately for Priscilla, she couldn't really think of a comeback for that. "So what am I supposed to do if I can't even hang out with any of the boys?" She asked with a raised brow. Chorizo sighed before he replied, "Well you're gonna be with the other town women."
There was a short silence before Priscilla blinked and asked, "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that…well…you're old enough to know how to do certain things so while I'm with the guys, you're gonna be with some of the older townswomen learning how to cook, clean, sew, do laundry and I guess they'll teach you how to take care of a baby…for when you're older and…have kids…" The shrew said the last part of the sentence in an odd tone. Clearly he wasn't comfortable with the thought that one day, his little sister was going to get married and actually have…sexual intercourse…and having children. 'But that's still a long ways away.' He thought to himself with a shake of his head.
Priscilla however, was staring at her older brother in shock. "But…I don't want to do that." She said while trying to stay calm. She was only ten and wasn't ready to learn about her womanly duties.
Chorizo frowned, "Well tough luck, you're going to have to."
'Ugh, that's it!' Priscilla thought furiously, 'He's been making a lot of decisions for me lately and I've had it!'
"I'm not doing that." She said in a final tone.
Her brother blinked before he let out a small growl and replied, "Yes you are." He said equally.
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"Are not."
"Are too."
"Not!"
"Too!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
The siblings paused their argument of a moment; both were glaring at each other. Priscilla couldn't believe it! Her brother was actually trying to force her to do something, again! Shaking her head and looking away while blinking back tears she mumbled something that she would automatically regret saying. "I hate you."
Chorizo blinked in surprise at what his baby sister had just said to him. He wouldn't have been offended had she said this in a joking way. Unfortunately, she was very serious and it hurt like hell.
"So, just because thing don't go your way you decide that now would be a good time to tell me that you hate me is that right?" He said after taking a shaky breath. Priscilla sent a look in her brothers' direction.
"Yes."
The older rodent growled, "You are such a brat you know that? You're fine when things go your way yet the moment you don't get what you want, you say something like this. You know, I didn't think you were the type of kid to say something like that but it turns out I was wrong."
Priscilla gasped before growling back, "Well maybe I wouldn't have said that if you would stop making decisions for me! You've been doing it for the past couple of days! I'm not a tiny kid anymore, I can make my own dissensions!"
"If it weren't for me, you'd be hanging out with that no good Sheriff and his law loving posse!" Chorizo argued back his eyes narrowed in frustration.
"So what? What do you have against the Sheriff anyways?" Priscilla asked. When her brother refused to answer, she continued, "You're so impossible sometimes."
Chorizo snapped back, "Oh I'm the impossible one?! I'm just trying to do what's best for you!"
"You don't know what's best for me Chorizo! You think what you're doing is the best but it's not! Lately you've been making me miserable!" Priscilla nearly shouted.
Her brother was silent for a moment, "It's that Sheriff isn't it? Ever since he came to this town, you've been acting differently! From now on, I don't ever want to see you anywhere near him. If I ever see you around that lizard or his posse, there will be trouble." He threatened.
"You can't do that!" Priscilla stated while standing up from the couch. Her brother followed her, "I can and I will."
"You're the worst brother ever! Sheriff Rango would be a better brother than you! In fact I wish you weren't even my sibling in the first place! God I hate you! The Sheriff should have let you hang-" The young mouse paused when she realized what she had said, her hands covering her mouth in shock. 'I didn't mean that! It just slipped out!' she thought in a panic.
However the shrew was staring at her in complete and total shock, "So is that how you feel then? After everything I've done for you, you just want me out of your life just like that?!" he yelled.
When Priscilla said nothing he continued, "Fine! But just remember who was the one who took care of you when mom and dad died when you were just a little baby. Remember who was the one that wondered through the desert looking for a place to stay so that he could take care of you. Who stopped at that crappy town and worked in a fucking sweat shop for weeks until we found this town. And remember who was the one that took care of you for the past ten years!"
Priscilla's ears drooped down at her brothers' tone of voice. However Chorizo wasn't through yet and as he walked past her, he growled in her face, "But you go on ahead and keep worshiping that Sheriff, obviously you like him a lot more than you like me." With that, the older rodent stormed up the stairs to his room and slammed the door.
The loud bang caused the mouse to flinch. Priscilla looked at the closed door in shock. Never in the ten years she had been alive, had she seen her brother so angry. Walking up the stairs slowly, she listened to her brothers movements in the room.
At the moment, he was mumbling to himself incoherently, every so often he would kick his dresser in both anger and frustration. Quietly and carefully, Priscilla pushed her ear to the door to hear better,
"niña malcriada, desagradecida- after all the things I've done and gone through for her, she has the nerve to say that kind of stuff to me?" He said to himself, "I've done my best to take care of my little sister, I've raised her, fed her, given her a home, protected her…I don't care what she says, I am a good brother."
Priscilla's ears dipped down in guilt at hearing her brothers' words. True, he had done all those things and more, but what she didn't like was him making decisions without even telling her first. Sighing, she walked to her room and got ready for bed, there was no use trying to reason with him tonight.
A/N: Chapter 7 revised and edited on 4/10/13
