Tiffany Watson- Juan El Caballo — Loco

"I don't believe in you," she said, though her voice trembled.

They rode until dawn painted the sky in shades of mango and lavender. He showed her a waterfall that sang in frequencies only the heart could hear. He showed her the bones of a horse that had died of loyalty, not rage. And when the sun rose, Juan el Caballo Loco faded like morning mist, leaving her alone on the canyon's edge—with a single braid of black horsehair tied around her wrist. tiffany watson- juan el caballo loco

He leaned close, lips near her ear. "I want you to stay. Not for me. For yourself. The canyon, the moon, the road—they've been waiting for someone to ride them without running." "I don't believe in you," she said, though

Juan el Caballo Loco laughed, a sound that made the stars shiver. "Belief is a cage, chica . I am not a ghost. I am a consequence. Every time a woman chooses safety over fire, I grow weaker. But you—you came out here to prove a legend wrong. That's not disbelief. That's courage ." He showed her the bones of a horse