She Defended a Lonely Biker, and Her Town Never Saw It Coming

someone wanting directions.

Instead, an older couple stepped inside together.

The man was tall and weathered, all lean angles and patient eyes. His denim shirt was neatly buttoned. Over it he wore a black vest with a small winged-road emblem stitched above the pocket.

The woman beside him had silver hair in one thick braid over her shoulder and the kind continue reading …