Some silly one shot about what de Soto might be thinking at some point during the series.
I do not own any of the characters.
Someday.
De Soto scrambled back to his feet, yelling from the top of his lungs. "Seize him! Shoot the bastard!"
Eight lancers fired their rifles, missing his black-clad nemesis by miles.
Zorro whistled, and a black steed came galloping onto the plaza.
Frustrated, de Soto grabbed his gun. Sometimes he thought his men did it on purpose. All were trained soldiers. None of them could hit a ten feet high boulder at a yard distance. Let alone any would ever hit the flighty bandit.
As with everything, if he wanted to get it done correctly, he had to do it himself.
De Soto aimed, fired, and…., the bullet narrowly missed!
Angry, he threw the gun on the ground.
De Soto bellowed. "After him!"
The fox even had the nerve to turn around his horse and to make it rear at the entrance gate, smiling and waving to the cheering crowd.
The lancers had mounted their horses, causing his enemy panic, turning its tail.
De Soto witnessed how the horse and rider disappeared in the distance, leaving only a cloud of dust.
Someday. Someday, de Soto promised himself gloating, he would have this man begging for mercy.
The only mercy he would allow Zorro was the end of a rope.
The end.
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