“Woody was one hell of a brother. One of the righteous few, and a good man,” Big Keith said, before leaving Jake to rejoin the other patch holders he had been standing with. The title of righteous was not one that was tossed around lightly. This was something Jake had...
“It was midnight, and an almost full moon guided Jake down a road that was as smooth as the eighty cubic inches of pulsating motor that hummed beneath him. He was glad to be back on his Harley, for the vibrations that ran through the handlebars and into his hands gave...
