Everything was fine. This whole thing would blow over. She could maintain control. She moved into the room and began dusting his bookshelf. Her wide h...ps wiggled in her skirt as she worked. Her breasts did their best to get in the way. They did that a lot lately. Her blonde ponytail swished behind her.It was just an ordinary teenager’s room. Posters on the walls showing fast cars zooming, or parked cars with pretty girls leaning on them suggestively. Linda had thought maybe it wasn’t the best. You’re right. Bastards! Someone’ll cop it for this.”“You know what’ll happen. They’re not patriots. They’re just gangsters. Fascists. Drug dealers. Protection...”“I know, I know,” interrupted an irritated Rod. “I know what the Mafia is.” He conveniently forgot the protection rackets the IRA got up to on both sides of the border.“Well it’s the only non-Confederacy humans out there.”“Apart from the Arabs,” noted Rod slowly.There was a pause as Pat just looked sceptically at Rod. “Well it won’t be. "She could interpret my proposal however she wanted, but the funny thing was (the good thing from my perspective) that she had no real choice but to accept. I think she chose to interpret me as innocently as possible so she could still say yes.She waited for a few moments before responding. I suspect she was going over all this stuff in her head. Finally she said, "I'll do whatever the house needs, of course. Plus, you can take what I make (which was precious little) to pay for what I'll be. Actually, 35 horses were too many for one stable to buy, so I had to visit four places before I had dumped the last of the horses. However, I was now rich with what I had been able to find at the outlaw camp. Everything from the Bushwhackers combined with what I had previously, I now had over $4,500. An ordinary man could come close to retiring on that much money!Well, I just dumped all of the gold and silver into the strongbox I had found at the camp and took a room in Branson's finest hotel,.