She Paid a Stranded Biker’s Gas, and Three Days Later Everything Changed

The biker looked like he was choosing his next words with care.

“I can leave my license,” he said. “You can take a photo of the plate. I’ll come back with cash or send somebody.”

Dale stepped forward.

“No.”

His voice had that ugly little thrill in it now.

“Or maybe I just call the sheriff and let him sort out why an Iron Saint is trying to walk off without continue reading …