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thunderous, unmistakable.
Motorcycles.
A formation of bikes rounded the curve, chrome flashing in the sun. At the front rode Daniel “Ridge” Lawson, a broad-shouldered man with a weathered face and eyes that had seen too much loss to ever fully rest.
He slowed instantly when he spotted the wreck.
The bikes stopped one by one behind him.
Ridge ran downhill.continue reading …
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