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

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If she disappears before I get that statement, we have a problem.Understood, Bull said.A younger biker walked up with a spare helmet.Ava stared at her warped reflection in the black shell.She had never been on a motorcycle.She had also never had 750 riders waiting for her decision.Bull walked her to a matte black Harley near the front of the formation.Helmet on, he said.Stay close.The strap fumbled under her frozen fingers until Bull fastened it for her.Swing your leg over.Hold on to me or the bar.Do not let go.The engine rumbled beneath her like an animal waking under the seat.Ava climbed on.Her hands hovered.Bull reached back, took one of them, and placed it around his waist.There.If you fall off, kid, it will not be the cold that kills you.He raised two fingers.The line of bikes came alive.Engines roared one after another until the highway shook.Then they moved.The first jolt nearly threw Ava backward.She locked her arms around Bull and held on.Cold air struck her neck.Snow whipped past the helmet.The road opened ahead, black and silver under the lights, and the convoy carried her toward Billings.For the first time that night, cold was no longer the most frightening thing around her.Speed was.The city appeared slowly, low lights spread across the flat dark earth.Trucks slowed as the pack passed.Cars pulled aside.People stared through fogged windows.Some lifted phones.Ava could see their faces flicker in passing glass, mouths open, eyes wide, watching the Hells Angels flood through the city with a skinny girl clinging to the back of the lead bike.They reached the hospital in a rolling storm of engines.The parking lot filled with motorcycles.The sudden silence after they shut off almost hurt.Inside, the hospital smelled of antiseptic, old coffee, and fear.Nurses looked up from the desk and went still.Sir, one began.You cannot all be in here.Bull lifted both hands.We know.We just need to know where they took our president.We will wait wherever you tell us.The trooper stepped in behind them.He is with them, he said.They are here for the victim.Victim.The word made Ava flinch.Trauma bay, the nurse said.Surgery prep.Only a few can wait inside.We will rotate, Bull said.He turned and pointed.You, you, you.Rest of you take the hallway.Nobody gives anyone in this building trouble.A low murmur of agreement moved through the men.Ava followed Bull into a small side room with plastic chairs, a vending machine, and a muted television no one watched.Bones sat across from her.His hands were stained red and brown even after washing.You did good out there, he said.That leg would have been crushed if you had not lifted the bike.I think I did it wrong, Ava said.You said not to move it.In a perfect world, Bones said, we wait for a spine board.In this world, he bleeds out alone in a ditch if you do nothing.I will take broken over dead.The words settled inside Ava slowly.Bull watched her from across the room.Ava Wright, he said.That is your full name.Yes.From Washington.Spokane.Your old man’s name.Ava’s fingers tightened around the edge of the chair.She thought about lying.Something in Bull’s face told her not to bother.Michael, she said.Michael Wright.Bull leaned back like something had struck him.A curse slipped under his breath.I knew it.Ava looked up.You knew him.Bull rubbed a hand over his beard.Your dad ever tell you what happened in Tacoma.He left, Ava said.That is what happened.Walked out when I was a baby and never looked back.Bull’s jaw flexed.
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