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I FOUND A DYING HELLS ANGELS PRESIDENT IN THE SNOW – AND 750 BIKERS CAME FOR ME

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Ava saw it immediately.These men frightened people for a living, or maybe because people had decided to be frightened of them, but they were not panicking.They were moving with a code.That is him, someone called from above.That is Reaper.Bull knelt beside the injured man.Brother, he said quietly.Stay with me.Reaper’s eyes flickered.His gaze found Bull, then slid to Ava.Kid, he whispered.Told you they would come.Then his head rolled to the side.Is he dead, Ava started.He is fighting, Bones snapped without looking away from his work.Ava backed into the snowbank, suddenly aware of how cold she was, how small she was, and how many men were now close enough to decide she had done something wrong.Bull finally turned to her.You the one who called.Ava nodded.Name.Ava Wright.Something moved across Bull’s face when he heard it.It was brief, like a match striking behind his eyes.Then sirens cut through the rumble.Red and blue light spilled across the snow.The ambulance arrived first.EMTs slid down with a stretcher and backboard.They worked quickly, collaring Reaper, securing his leg, strapping him down, speaking in clipped urgent phrases.Ava pressed herself flat against the snowbank so they could pass.One EMT glanced at her.You hurt, kid.I am fine, Ava lied.Everyone seemed too busy to argue.Reaper was hauled up the embankment, loaded into the ambulance, and taken away in a blast of lights and sirens that vanished into the storm.For a moment, there was only silence.Then Ava realized the bikers were still there.Hundreds of them.Maybe not exactly in the ditch, but lining the shoulder, stretching so far along the interstate that she could not see the end.Their engines idled like thunder being held in place.Bull climbed back to the road and held a gloved hand down.Come on.Ava stared at him.Stay if you want, he said.But the cops will be here in three minutes.You look how you look.They will have questions you do not want to answer.That made sense.More sense than anything else that night.Ava grabbed his wrist.He pulled her up as if she weighed nothing.On the shoulder, the full size of the convoy hit her.Motorcycles lined the road in tight ranks.Men turned toward her as one.This her, someone asked.This is the kid who called it in, Bull said.The attention sharpened.Ava felt herself being measured, weighed, and judged.A taller man with tattoos crawling up his neck stepped forward.You from around here.No.Running from something.Ava’s throat closed.Bull lifted one hand.Leave it.Not now.A patrol car rolled up behind the motorcycles, tires crunching through packed snow.A state trooper stepped out, looked at the bikers, then at Ava, then at the broken guardrail.Evening, he said carefully.We got a call about a motorcycle down.Ambulance already took him, Bull said.Your radio should have it.The trooper’s gaze moved to Ava.And you are.Ava opened her mouth.Bull spoke first.She found Reaper, climbed down, pulled the bike off him, called us, and saved his life.The trooper raised his eyebrows.That right.Ava nodded.You got somewhere warm to go tonight, kid.The question hit harder than it should have.Ava thought of the underpass outside Laurel.She thought of the shelter line that closed after nine.She thought of the locked door in Spokane and the way her stepfather had smiled when it shut.No, she said.The trooper sighed.I need a statement.After that, we will figure something out.She can give it at the hospital, Bull said.Our brother is in surgery.Kid should be there.The trooper looked at Bull for a long moment.Then he nodded.Fine.I am riding behind you.
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