COLD STEEL AND HOT LEAD (How the West was Done 3)
released July 2, 2012 from Siren-Bookstrand, Inc.
Erotic Western Menage a Trois Romance , M/M/F, with M/M elements, light BDSM, Pegging, Sex Toys, paranormal elements
Ivy swirled into Alameda’s bedroom, fully dressed as though for church, and pulled Alameda from the window. “How did they even know Rudy was here?” she asked. “Josefina let him in last night wearing some kind of oriental tracklayer’s disguise.”
“That was a Chinese pharmacist’s disguise,” Alameda told her sister. “And apparently it didn’t work very well.”
Now Montreal Jed entered, clutching someone’s dressing gown about his thin frame, his bulging eyes even rounder than usual. “What in the name of Sam Hill is going on? I thought I was the alleged murderer, not Remington Rudy.”
Alameda said, “I think you still might be—a sort of helpmate for the nefarious Remington Rudy—so stay out of sight. And Ivy, I don’t want you showing your face out front, not in your condition. You don’t need the additional distress on little Coraline.” Coraline was the name chosen for the daughter Ivy would birth, the daughter prophesied by another spirit who had helped Ivy a while back. Alameda continued buttoning up her bodice.
“We have to somehow send for Father,” Ivy insisted. “He’s the only one who can convince these irate brawlers that Rudy isn’t guilty of anything.”
In a way, Ivy was right. Simon Hudson was the biggest merchant in town, one of the railroad big bugs, and Bob Freund’s father was an associate of his. There was only one major thing lacking with this idea. “Father has never even met Rudy,” Alameda mentioned. “Damn it to hell, he hasn’t even met Derrick. I’m in love with them—him—and the first time he meets them is when a lynch mob is waiting for them? That’s not going to make Father more liable to approve of them—him—when he’s been pushing all those idiotic Freund boys on me all these months to no avail.”
Montreal Jed pointed out, “And it’s not more liable to make the Freund boys more fond of Rudy and Derrick, if you’ve been turning them down for months now.”
For lack of anything more constructive to do, Alameda retrieved her derringer from her white fur muff. To further complicate matters, two muscular naked men now entered Alameda’s bedroom but skidded to a stop when they saw Ivy and Montreal Jed.
“Oh, Jesus,” said Derrick, finally bothering to wrap the bedsheet he held around his waist.
Rudy didn’t have a bedsheet, so he snatched up something that turned out to be Alameda’s dressing gown and held it to his privates.
Ivy giggled and turned toward the wall as Montreal Jed pointed out, “And the Freund boys will become even more irate if they see two nude men at the window.”
Rudy stepped forward boldly. “Listen, Alameda. If we don’t arrest Castillo, I’m going to have to leave town, hopefully more than two steps ahead of that lynch mob. I’m more at home with strong-arm men and bear wrestlers than the blue bloods of this town anyway.”
“But you didn’t do it!” Alameda protested, waving her derringer about. “Rudy, I will shoot that dough-headed jackass Bob Freund myself before I will let you slink out of town!”
“Dressed like a Chinese pharmacist,” Jeremiah added.
“You be careful!” Alameda shrieked at the balloon-headed punch man. “You seem to forget everyone in town thinks you’re the one who kidnapped poor Kittie in the first place!”
“Not to mention,” Derrick pointed out, “how far can Rudy slink when the roads are all impassable and the train won’t run?” He sidled up to Alameda and forced her to lower the hand that held the derringer.
Ivy huffed angrily, “There’s only one person in this room who can safely leave this house and go get Father. Me!”
“Or the cook,” Montreal Jed said.
“No!” Alameda protested. “I will not let you set foot outside that door, Ivy! You never know when one of those pickled rummies will mistake you for an Indian and just plug you!”
“Or mistake you for Rudy and plug you,” Jeremiah added helpfully.
Peeking out the curtains, Alameda saw that a few Freund boys and their buddies were tearing up rosebushes that lined the walkway of Albuquerque House, bellowing things such as “Get out here, you cowardly snake!” and “Come out and act like a man, you yellow bastard!”
Twirling about, Alameda gripped Rudy’s bare shoulder. “Listen. Can you call upon Percy? Ask for his help?”
Rudy shrugged. “I suppose I can. He only seems to come when I’m performing animal magnetism, so I can try. What were you thinking?”
“I’m not exactly sure, but Percy is resourceful. Ask him to scare them away or something! I’m going down there to talk some sense into Bob.” She whisked her way around Ivy and Rudy so that Derrick could not grab her.
He shouted, “I’m coming with you, Alameda! I’m not hiding in here like a lowdown culprit. I can deal with irate crowds—I’m a senator!”
Alameda was halfway down the stairs. “Derrick, you’re a naked senator!”
When her hand touched the front doorknob, she heard a shot. Upstairs, everyone fell silent, and Alameda peered through the curtains of a side window.
Her father Simon had arrived on horseback through the melting snow, still holding his smoking rifle aloft. “Any more of you boys want to tear up my daughter’s landscaping?”
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