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

blinked.

“What kind of favors?”

Roy checked his watch.

“The kind that show up loud.”

At first Naomi thought it was thunder.

Low and distant.

A gathering roll somewhere beyond the feed store and the old tire shop.

Then the sound built.

Layered.

Many engines, not weather.

She stepped toward the window before her mind caught up.

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