Without missing a beat, Dutch threw his left hand high into the air, palm flat toward the approaching convoy.
"There are men waiting under the rail bridge!" Dutch roared back to his pack. "Engines off! Nobody rides forward!"
Kill switches clicked in instant unison. The heavy roar of the engines died down immediately, replaced by the dead, tense silence of the mountain woods.
Chapter III: Flanking the Ambush
Dutch dismounted, placing a large, steady hand on Toby's trembling shoulder.
"You did the right thing, son. Stay right behind my bike," Dutch said in a low, calm rumble.