Free Forgotten Forbidden America:: Patriots Reborn by Thomas A Watson

droids—we’re—looking for!’ I am a Jedi, bitch!”
    Watching the beat down, Matt moved up beside Gerald whispering. “You going to tell him he can’t use the force?”
    “Fuck that; you tell him. I think I saw that ruskie boy’s balls fly down the road,” Gerald said, moving over to the deputy as he took out handcuffs. They searched the others as Nelson continued to tell Palmer what his line was supposed to be with each hit of the pistol. Using Stonavitch’s own cuffs, they handcuffed him as he continued to puke.
    “Nelson!” Michelle snapped, and he looked up, seeing her carrying a Barrett fifty cal. “Are you finished?”
    “Hell no! I fucking tried really hard to use the force, and this cock jockey fucked it up!”
    “What were you wanting to ask them?” she sighed as Bernard and Ashley came jogging up.
    “I can’t ask them here,” Nelson said, waving around.
    Michelle sighed. “Nelson, I don’t like carrying this forty-pound rifle. Where do you want to talk to them?”
    “Barn,” Nelson said, standing up. Working together, they loaded the four into the front-end loader. “Matt, Gerald, will you see what’s in the car, but leave it there,” Nelson said, climbing in the bucket and stomping on Palmer’s face. “Fucker,” Nelson muttered.
    As Bernard climbed in the cab of the backhoe, Michelle and Ashley climbed in with him. Matt and Gerald searched the car and found several notebooks and a laptop and carried them to the barn at a slow jog. When they reached the barn, they saw Agent Palmer hanging from the front-end loader stark naked with his feet barely touching the ground. The other three were naked and hog tied up in a far corner. Agent Stonavitch was still dry heaving.
    “Bernard, will you go and get the calf from the cow you’re milking now?” Nelson pleaded as they set the stuff down.
    “It’s a good calf; what are you going to do with it?”
    “Bernard, I’m not going to hurt it, but I really want to try something,” Nelson whined.
    Throwing up his hands, Bernard turned away. “Fine.”
    Nelson looked at Agent Palmer and grinned. “I saw this on a Woody Harrelson movie once.” Agent Palmer mumbled around the duct tape over his mouth. “No, I promise, you will answer everything I ask. I’m willing to bet you’ll answer questions before I even ask.”
    Bernard came in leading a young calf with a guide rope. “Here he is,” he said as Nelson ran over and took the rope.
    “Aw, isn’t he cute,” Nelson said, patting the calf and leading it over to Agent Palmer. “Poncho Villa used this technique to question people. I always wanted to see if it would work,” Nelson said, looking up at Palmer as the calf pulled forward. “Aw, he sees something like his momma has,” Nelson laughed, letting the calf go. The calf latched onto Palmer’s penis, and even with the duct tape covering his mouth, the scream hurt everyone’s ears.
    ***
    An hour later, everyone but Nelson and Nancy were in the kitchen eating lunch. Everyone had left Nelson when he had to pry the calf off of Palmer, who had passed out. They really didn’t want to know what was next.
    “Your husband has a weird sense of humor,” Gerald said, feeding Devin.
    “The only reason I’m not out there is I had babies that needed food,” Michelle said, glancing over.
    “Mom, can I go help Dad?” Gavin asked.
    “No,” Michelle snapped. “Your father is talking to those men, and he’s being mean to make them talk. You don’t need to be around it.”
    Gavin sulked as he looked down at his plate. “I just wanted to help.”
    “I know, baby, and you are,” Michelle said and looked over at Gerald. “Just to warn you, Nelson is only getting started. We had two MPs in our company get kidnapped, and Nelson gathered up a crew. They found an empty house, and in twenty hours and nineteen people questioned, he found where they were being held.”
    “He waterboard them?” Matt asked.
    “Nelson’s not that nice when he