I do not own the Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. It belongs to Nintendo.

Milk

by Carlson

She sits at the front of the carriage, reigns in hand. Her cargo is many bottles of pure white milk. He sits tail-gunner. Bow out and ready, he waits for his prey. He is almost too excited.

They come up, wearing strange masks. They ride scrappy horses. They are armed with pitchforks. They make a jab for the milk. He is too quick for them. With precise aim, he shoots the brigands in their arms. They fall back. They are relentless, however. Again and again they try for the cargo. Again and again they are dismissed. Their defeat is obvious, but their egos are far too large for them to accept it.

A/N: Sitting tail-gunner is always a fun time.