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

tables. No, I’m not kidding. No, don’t laugh. Marisol, I have maybe sixty bikers in here.”

She listened.

Then corrected herself as she looked around.

“Eighty. Maybe more.”

Roy was already helping move boxes when the first emergency supply truck pulled up.

Naomi nearly dropped a stack of plates.

“Wait. What is that?”

Linda, who was tying her braid back with continue reading …