I do not understand this obsession with ranching. Why do they engage in this kind of activity for which they are completely unqualified, can be really difficult, and requires harsh manual labour. They could have just made some urban troon commune to solicit their shekels from foolish paypigs. I usually do not comment on those things, but this utterly perplexes me since I only read today that they have been multiple tranches.
Kevin said, "Tell how it's gonna be."
Penny had been listening to the distant sounds. For a moment he was business-like. "Look acrost the tranch, kitten, an' I'll tell you so you can almost see it."
Kev-kev turned his head and looked off across the wasteland and up the darkening slopes of the Rockies.
"We gonna get another little place," Penny began. He reached in his side pocket and brought out Earl's Luger; he snapped off the safety, and the hand and gun lay on the ground behind Kevvie's back. He looked at the back of Kevin's head, at the place where the spine and skull were joined.
A terf's voice called from up the dirt path, and another terf answered.
"Go on," said Kevin.
Penny raised the gun and his hands shook, and he dropped his hand to the ground again.
"Go on," said Kevvie. "How's it gonna be. We gonna get a little place."
"We'll have goats," said Penny. "An' we'll have maybe a duck an' chickens . . . . an' down the flat we'll have a . . . . little piece alfalfa- "
"For the alpaca," Kevin shouted.
"For the alpaca," Penny repeated.
"And I get to tend the alpaca."
"An' you get to tend the alpaca."
Kevvie giggled with happiness. "An' live on the fatta the lan'."
"Yes."
Kevin turned his head.
"No, kitten. Look down there acrost the tranch, like you can almost see the transformers."
Kevin obeyed him. Penny looked down at the gun.
There were crashing footsteps in the tarp grave now. Penny turned and looked toward them.
"Go on, Mxtress. When we gonna do it?"
"Gonna do it soon."
"Me an' you."
"You . . . . an' me. Ever'body gonna be nice to you. Ain't gonna be no more transphobes. Nobody gonna hurt nobody nor misgender 'em."
Kevin said, "I thought you was mad at me, Penny."
"No," said Penny. "No, Kathryn. I ain't mad. I never been mad, an' I ain't now. That's a thing I want ya to know."
The voices came close now. Penny raised the gun and listened to the voices.
Kevin begged, "Le's do it now. Le's get that place now."
"Sure, right now. I gotta. We gotta."
