Biker Collapsed in Front of My Store Shaking and Cops Told Me to Leave Him There

apology.”

“I owe you my life.”

I pulled up a chair. I asked him why somebody wanted him dead.

He closed his eyes. Not like he was tired. Like he was looking at something on the inside of his eyelids.

“Three days ago,” he said, “my grandson Tommy died on County Road 7.”

I knew about that accident. Everybody in the county knew. A seventeen-year-old kid on continue reading …