River, who gets a visit from the Prussian Texas Rangers

As she swallowed another gulp of whisky, River could see a group of riders appear from behind a hill roughly two hundred feet away. Putting down her glass on the porch, River rose up and glanced at the approaching riders.

They were one short of a dozen, and the field grey uniforms that they were wearing convinced River that she had no reason to run inside and get herself a gun.

These were Texas Rangers, the paramilitary **** assigned to keep the order in the colony’s outback, and who often crossed the border to the New Mexico territory, since the borders were a lot less rigid in reality than they were on the map.
Still, the reason for the Rangers to come in this direction was rarely to fight crime, River mused as she watched the eleven riders enter the yard.

Ten of the rangers were male, but the rider at the front was a female, a busty young blonde whose blue eyes were now fixed on the appetizing sight of River’s nude body.
The facts that the young woman’s uniform hadn’t been customized to fit better in the environment, that she hadn’t traded in her army holster for a more suitable ordinary one and the shallowness of her tan told River that this woman was relatively new to the West.

“Miss River?” The blonde’s full, red lips parted as she formulated the question.

“That’s me sugar,” River said, then made a naughty grin while placing her hands on her naked hips, “how can I help you?”

“I’m Hauptmann Irma von Stalhein, and these are my men. I have been told that this is the place to go to around here if you’re looking for a good time.”

“So, basically, you’re here to enjoy some whore-fucking?” River’s expression turned even naughtier.

“Yes, if you want to be blunt about it.” Irma was looking quite awkward, which didn’t make River feel any need to go softer on the girl.

“I guess I do.” River replied. “Now, once you get off those horses and out of your clothes, the standard rate is five dollars per head, which lasts until you feel finished. If you pass out and spend the night here, that’s another dollar. There’s eleven of you, but I’ll give you a discount and only charge for fifty dollars for the lot.”
This caused quite a few smiles among the ten men, who all climbed down from their mounts and looked ready to walk inside the ranch, but Irma looked at bit confused.

“Wait, I have no interest in your services!” The young German did her best to protest.

“Aw, come on now honey, this is the new world!” River grinned again, “And I’ve got a couple of studs that would be more than willing to give you the hardest, roughest fuck of your young, sweet life.”

Instead of replying to River’s suggestion, Irma leapt down onto the ground and replied “Show us inside,” apparently not being interested in carrying on the discussion with the Madame.

Once inside the ranch’s main building, which was styled in the same way as a good whorehouse in New Orleans, with lavish but bright furniture and obscene paintings on the walls, Irma took a look around.

“So,” the Rangers captain wondered, “where are your employees?”

“Well, the other woman and my two boys are away right now, and they’ll probably not be back for another hour, but I’m sure that I can keep you all busy until then.” River replied.

“But there are ten men here!” Irma protested.

“Oh, I know that.” River smiled at her, “But I’ll just take them on four at a time, I’m sure they won’t mind. And in case you get tired of waiting for a taste of cock, I’m an expert at licking pussies as well as assholes.”