Free The Obedient Servant [Going for the Gold 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Karen Mercury

muffled in his arm. “We’re all meeting at the Blue Wing. Stuttering Zeke is so oiled he’s about to storm into Vallejo’s and arrest him on the spot.”
    “I’ve got to get over,” Milo told Tallulah. He seemed confused now, and almost boyish. “Ah, thank you for a lovely time, Miss Crabtree.”
    Tallulah gave a little curtsy, now that her breasts were safely clothed. “Thank you , Mr. Stephens. I’ll let you know my decision on your proposal. I must come with you to the Blue Wing. If those roostered men are going to start tearing up my bodega, I’ll need more protection, some troopers. Origin, you can uncover your eyes now. We are decent.”
    Origin took his arm away from his eyes warily, but Milo’s stupendous erection seemed to terrify him. “Corporal Vargas is trying to be the voice of reason down there, but I tell you, nobody feels like waiting any longer. There are only two troopers to protect the barracks today, and they are out catching cattle for Vallejo. Any more liquor and this town has fallen!”
    Tallulah encouraged Milo out the door. She was right behind him. “I don’t know how levelheaded I wish you to be, Mr. Stephens. Once we gain independence, settlers will flood to California, and that can only be good for both our businesses.”
    Milo looked hotly at her as they strode to the inn. “I’m not one of the more levelheaded ones, no. I see my farm and cattle threatened and I just see red.”
    “I don’t blame you,” Tallulah agreed. And she thought he was the most admirable and brave man she’d ever known.

Chapter Six
     
    “Frémont has not even given notice to Captain Sutter at his fort!” cried Reynaldo. “Sutter is a great friend of Americans. We cannot take this action without his knowledge.”
    Moved by oiled passion, Stuttering Zeke bellowed, “Sutter is from Switzerland! And he’s way over there near the Sierra. Let us make our own destiny here in Sonoma!”
    Milo said with disgust, “You’re from Germany, Zeke. And I’m from Poland. Let’s not become confused with matters of national righteousness. We are all Yankees, plain and simple.”
    Reynaldo shot the lecherous farmer a look of disgust. Milo had come stumbling in the door of the Blue Wing smelling of sex. He was followed by the ravishing Tallulah, who boasted the moist skin and sprightly eyes of a woman who had just been well-fucked. Reynaldo burned with envy. First, the pendejo had waylaid him in the tower, distracting him with a fabulous cocksucking. Now he had reached the divorced innkeeper before Reynaldo had a chance! Reynaldo vowed to not become distracted by that pendejo farmer again. This meant war.
    Reynaldo shouted, “Frémont has become a leader of thieves! Semple, you agree with me. He outright stole those three hundred horses on the Cosumnes.”
    Milo strode so close to Reynaldo the soldier could smell the fishy scent of pussy. Pendejo . “And your speech smacks of sedition, Corporal. Who are you to publicly doubt your commander’s orders? We must take and secure this headquarters of the Comandante of the Frontera del Norte in the name of the United States. Who is with me? Grigbsy! Fowler! Beaulieu! Bidwell! Zeke, I know how you feel about Vallejo.”
    “He’s a bushwhacker!” yelled Stuttering Zeke. “We can’t trust anyone whose last name ends with the letter O ! Vallejo is a greaser through and through.”
    “Hey, now,” said Reynaldo, whose first name ended with an O. “If we take action without official orders from Polk, we’re nothing but insurrectionists!”
    “The handwriting is on the wall,” Tallulah said soothingly, standing at Reynaldo’s side. “We can no more stop California from seceding than we can push a rising flood tide back.”
    Milo put a foot on a chair and said loudly, “I solemnly declare our object to invite all peaceable and good citizens of California who are friendly to join us in good order and equal rights!”
    “You must write a manifesto, Stephens!”