An Ambush For Zorro - Sneak In

He got down into a depression and followed it carefully, circling to an old cattle trail. This he followed back toward the town. He swung wide as he approached, to come in from another direction. And in time he came to where Bernardo waited for him.

“Zorro has ridden well,” he said to the mute, as he stripped off the black costume and tossed it aside with his weapons. “Take good care of the horse. Get the mud off him speedily.”

Through the shadows, Diego Vega raced toward his father’s house. He passed the huts of the servants unseen, went through the patio, got inside and went to his own room.

Within a few minutes, he had discarded the clothes he had been wearing, put on others, and wrapped a thick dressing gown around his body. He went into the hallway and to the big main room of the house, shuffling in his loose sandals. His father, Don Alejandro, was waiting. “All is well, my son?” Don Alejandro asked.

“All is well, my father. José Vallejo has been punished. No doubt the servants will be gossiping about it in the morning,” Diego said. He reached for the goblet of wine Don Alejandro had been quick to pour, sipped, smiled slightly. “I believe I’ll read poetry for a time, and then seek out my couch.”


- An Ambush For Zorro