Cletus ran to the south side and ordered the men to hold their fire until he told them to shoot. Then they should empty their rifles into the charging...Utes as fast as they could shoot. While there was still a pause in the action, Cletus ordered his mobile reserve to gather, half on the east and half on the west side of the fort. They were to wait until he ordered them to attack any horsemen who made it into the fort.Cletus ordered his men to shoot when the charging Utes were about 50 yards. I worked the phones until around 9 and called Walker, “Order in. Anything.”“Roger that.”I could smell the Wrigley pork soup simmering on the stove as I gave Walker a quick hug. He’d become very aware of my boobs over the past year or two, so I teasingly squished my nipples back and forth against his bony chest.The food had come from the downstairs restaurant in the Wrigley. We order from there often. Handy and delicious.Quick shower, just to rinse away the day’s cares, then a sit-down dinner. Later the memory of that morning in the restaurant with the two farmers sitting behind her, talking about the ‘scream of the Mountain Lion.’ Even now lying in bed her face burned recalling the words of the old farmer. She flounced over onto her side, ‘Mountain lion indeed!’ Then she giggled! Then as she lay remembering she again felt the terror and helplessness, feeling that big, tough cowboy’s arms around her, overpowering her. She was helpless in a roomful of men, men just sitting, watching. Her skill was only surpassed by her eagerness and powerful moans soon started flowing past my lips. I quickly started begging her for more. Unfortunately, my plan backfired. No sooner had the words left my lips that hers left my labia. I opened my mouth to protest, but she beat me to the punch. Shut up! she ordered as she grabbed my waist and pulled me down. My knees bent and my ass cheeks speared. I wondered what she was up to for about half a second before I felt something make contact with.